The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 925: Volume 29: Sword Qi Points Remotely, - 19: Hints

Chapter 925: Volume 29: Sword Qi Points Remotely, Chapter 19: Hints

"Trajan, it seems our opponent had the same idea as us," said the middle-aged mage, who had not spoken a word since the war had begun, finally breaking his silence.

"Mr. Deneby, what do you think?" Trajan seemed to understand the mage’s words as he lifted his gaze. This rearguard mage, dispatched by Pericles Church, could be considered one of the most mysterious figures within the church. Even a formidable person like Lorenzo held considerable respect for Deneby, yet knew very little about him. This man seemed to have always remained hidden within Pericles Church, and now, at last, he had the opportunity to demonstrate his talent before everyone.

"Didn’t you say he is also an Undead Summoner? In the last battle with Marco, did he not also summon the undead? So this time, we will help him once again fully showcase his talent. There’s no need for reservations in dealing with these dark scum; the only option is to utterly cast them into the Hell Abyss," Deneby’s voice was elusive, as if coming from a different world space, but this was exactly what Trajan wanted. The battle with Marco had filled Trajan with profound loathing towards the opponent, grateful for any chance for a decisive showdown.

"Mr. Deneby, as they say, ’it’s better to act than to be polite.’ I’ll handle his summoned undead, and you can deal with him personally," Trajan replied.

"Excellent, I, too, have long wished to assess the enigmatic character who has always been deeply hidden, about whom Kent and others speak," Deneby said.

Deneby’s fish-like eyes suddenly fixed on the distant and imposing figure of Komer. The Saintess had disappeared, and it had been years without any news. Now, Iliana from Vazinsky’s realm had also mysteriously vanished, and the only common denominator was their prior contact with Lord Komer. Sir Frenster’s suspicions were not unfounded; maybe it was indeed time to make a concerted effort on this man.

When Trajan leapt into the air, Komer knew that a fierce battle was inevitable. He had no choice but to summon Bear without hesitation, even though he knew that with the Thunderhorse Knights present, this full-force display might expose everything he had carefully hidden before. Now, faced with Trajan’s assault, if he could not contain the opponent, the man who still stood with folded arms might force him into a dire life-or-death situation.

The agile, sinister silhouette of the Bear flashed in front of Trajan, swift as the wind and quick as a rabbit. His body slightly bent, and Trajan’s eyes just caught the glimpse of two cold stars when a chilling cold attacked him from below.

What a malicious trick! The barely visible cold stars in the opponent’s hands were two extremely short daggers, forged from a special magic metal. The emotionless, cold, yellow face, combined with the swift and fierce movements, even made Trajan, a battle-hardened expert, shudder.

Faced with the opponent’s close-quarter combat tactics, Trajan’s Knight Spear was put away, but his waist-slung Knight’s Sword immediately spun up, whipping up swirls of silver-white Fighting Qi to counteract. Against such undead zombies, there were no reservations; complete dismemberment was the only way to end their combat ability, otherwise, only using Holy Light Power to destroy the Dark Origin deep within their body would suffice, but Trajan preferred the more brutal method of dismemberment.

Bear was no longer the Bear of the past; as Komer continuously enhanced his own Mana, he also realized how helpful Bear could be in dealing with melee experts like knights, especially when confronting opponents like Light Mages and knight experts, where various dangers were ever-present. While strengthening his own power, helpers like Bear also needed continual refinement and improvement.

The twin Cold Iron Daggers were crafted using wind-ground cold iron and baptized with the poison sap of the Divine Sappan Wood permeating the entire body upon Bear’s death. They were so lethal that even if facing formidable opponents like Trajan and Kent, a mere touch of blood could force them to lose a layer of skin.

Komer was aware that Bear could only hold off Trajan for a brief time, but the middle-aged mage who could contract space under his feet was putting even greater pressure on him. Could this be the master mage dispatched by Pericles Church, just as Michelangelo was to St. Vasily Church?

"Lord Komer, I have long heard of your renown. To meet you today is indeed a rare opportunity," he said.

Deneby’s mood had become exceptionally delightful the moment Komer summoned Bear, and even his footsteps lightened. Yes, it was him. For so many years, the many troubles faced by Pericles Church had now found a solution; this exceptional warrior from the Muxi Sect had become this man’s summoned undead. The world was indeed small. The suspicions of Kent and Douglas were not misplaced, it was just that this fellow had hidden even deeper. Yet, at this critical life-and-death moment, he finally couldn’t help but show his true colors.

Seeing the joyful and surprised expressions on his face, if it weren’t for the situation, Komer might have thought he was seeing an old friend he hadn’t met for many years. What could have brought such expressions to his face? Komer’s wariness intensified, and a foreboding feeling lingered in his heart.

"Who are you?"

"Hehe, Lord Komer, you might not recognize me, Deneby, Cathedral Grand Mage of Pericles Church. But your undead pet is an old acquaintance of mine," Deneby still couldn’t suppress his excitement. This gain was simply too huge; in Sir Frenster’s eyes, his standing might really have a chance to surpass his rivals now.

A chill ran down his spine. Although he knew this confrontation was inevitable, Komer hadn’t expected it to come so swiftly. But Komer was no coward; having already shown his hand, since it was unavoidable, it no longer mattered.

"Is that so? Mr. Deneby, it seems you have something to confess," Komer’s gaze upon him was chilling as his magic power surged within him, and his hand gestures moved accordingly.

"Hehe, Lord Komer, don’t be so hasty. Perhaps we have much to discuss," Deneby beckoned continuously with his hands. "Turning hostility into harmony, does Lord Komer really lack even that much patience? Or do you think you can kill me before Trajan deals with that undead? Although the warrior from the Muxi Sect has become immune to blades and even has the Divine Sappan Wood toxin for protection, I can tell that its refining level is still quite insufficient. Lord Komer, do you really intend to watch such a perfect material for undead mages get destroyed right before your eyes?"

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