Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1041 - 156: Learning

Chapter 1041: Chapter 156: Learning

Freya stared intently at the movements of the two Demigods, unwilling to even waste a blink, as two entirely different but equally effective combat styles unfolded before her. Each style was so flawless that Freya couldn’t help but want to learn and absorb them; mastering either method would transform her Crystal Energy gun into the nightmare her enemies feared most, making them tremble before death. The only hesitation the girl had was that both styles were so enticing it was hard to determine which one was truly right for her.

Vivian was deep in thought again, staring at Antuin and Doris. To her, Antuin could be considered half a mentor, having been very optimistic about her talent since she was a child, personally teaching her many fundamental skills. The mage girl still remembered that Antuin had once said that the mark of a proficient mage wasn’t seen in the strength of their magic or the scale of their destruction. Only crude Tower Mages would overly focus on such superficial aspects. A truly excellent mage should control the entire rhythm of the battlefield, using every exploitable factor—environment, weather, objects—to turn everything into a weapon, making every enemy move to their beat. Such a mage may never kill an enemy outright, but could still indirectly lead their allies from one victory to another.

And Vivian listened, and adapted accordingly; she had always striven to use her mind rather than just brute force to fight, defeating many enemies stronger than her by this method. However, it was not until she saw Antuin in battle that she truly understood what it meant to genuinely lead allies to victory from the sidelines.

Grand Mage Antuin, like the former goblin master Christo, was a Master of Illusion. His Illusion Magic had reached a peak nearly touching the mundane realm, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. In his illusions, the fake was real, and the real was also fake, the shift between truth and illusion hinging merely on his momentary thought. On the battlefield, he casually stood in a corner without any attacking, defending, or casting actions, simply standing there with his hands hanging, but as his gaze swept across the battlefield, everything silently transformed.

When enemies rushed to attack, a huge boulder often bizarrely appeared on their path. If the enemies managed to stop in time, retreating to their original position or changing directions, the huge rock would vanish into the air as if it had never existed. Yet, if the enemies failed to stop on time and collided with the rock, it would suddenly turn into a corpse, causing the enemies to crash horrifically, breaking skulls and necks. When enemies tried to retreat, a massive pit would appear on their path. If any enemy thought it was an illusion and stepped into it, they would tumble to the bottom of the pit, only to be buried as the ground abruptly returned to normal.

Thus, Antuin simply stood there, yet he disrupted every enemy advance, preventing them from ever organizing a smooth offense. Every attack they launched required tremendous effort and typically failed to reach its goal.

As for Doris, it was difficult for Vivian to spot her. The Forest of Death, rich in Water Elementals, proved to be the best battlefield on land for the Sea Race. The moment the battle began, she transformed into a puff of mist, blending with the omnipresent fog in the dense forest, making it unclear which was the actual fog and which was Doris in mist form. For the Sea Race, this land-specific form was actually quite dangerous, because if the enemy discovered her true location and attacked with energy, the Sea Race, unable to defend with Aggression, might be directly harmed at their core. However, against the magical beasts on the periphery of the Forest of Death, this was the simplest method of dealing with them; the beasts lacked the intelligence to pinpoint Doris’s true location and their strength was insufficient to launch an energy attack that could affect her core. Thus, Doris in her mist form was nearly invincible; many enemies often didn’t even realize what was happening before they were engulfed in a mass of mist, and by the time the mist faded, they had turned into Dried Corpses, completely devoid of moisture.

Lina, on the other hand, was not distracted but rather felt helpless because the supporters and healers in her team... were playing. The Winged twins hid in the safest spot behind the girls, squatting on the ground and playing with some sticks along with two small Undead creatures, whispering unintelligibly. Despite the frequent battles, they kept playing, occasionally bursting into laughter that proved they were having a good time. Only the scorpion-tailed lion Dillie wore a humanly helpless expression on his face, though nobody knew how he managed to express human emotions with a lion’s face. Yet everyone could see his helplessness because he was currently lying on the ground, serving as the playground for the four not-childish children on his vast back.

"Don’t just stare at us. Aside from healing and assisting, our skills are large-scale, area-based attacks, and the current battle situation does not require such attacks. As for assistance and healing, do you think anyone needs it?" Sensing Lina’s resentment, Maya, dressed in a white gown and immature in appearance but wise and profound in her gaze, turned around and said, "If you want to learn something, don’t waste your time on me. There’s too much on the battlefield you need to think about. If it were your team, who might be injured, where the injury is located, how severe it is, what Divine Spell could restore them with minimal effort, how you should move to be in the best position, what Divine Spell to use to enhance yourself to cooperate with your teammates’ attacks—you need to simulate these scenarios in every battle. So, instead of wasting time watching me play, better turn your attention back to the battlefield."

Nobody had ever explained these things to Lina before. Her friends, although good ones, were not qualified teachers, so though she had summed up some lessons on her own through years of adventurous life, it was the first time someone systematically told her what a qualified priest should do in a demigod-level battle. When the priest girl observed the battlefield with a new perspective, her mind felt like it would explode in just a few minutes, with a great amount of information swirling in her brain, and often just as she figured something out, she found she had missed even more. However, the priest girl did not back down; she believed that once she could adapt to such battles, she would definitely become a strong support for the team.

"Don’t try to learn their way of fighting," Pannis’s voice suddenly emerged behind the girls. "Not only would it be meaningless for you, but it could also be harmful."