Chapter 227: Act 160 – The War of the Traveling Mage (3) (First Update, Please Subscribe)
Fifty golden flames ignited in an instant. The blinding columns of light swept around the ethereal armor of the Undead Lord like a flow of red-hot steel, sending a ripple that cascaded outwards. The points of light splashed like droplets of water, shattering or shifting. But the ethereal armor was also dissipating and collapsing, the temperature soaring sharply, bending the light. Cabais’s face distorted behind the rising vapor, and the ethereal armor finally crumbled into dust in that moment.
“Madara!”
The Undead Lord’s roar echoed through the night sky, and the dazzling columns of light flickered three times beneath the dark sky—
“By Martha, that idiot—”
Rothko was in the alley, the soul fire in his eyes reflecting the intricate golden threads beneath the night. He couldn’t help but curse through gritted teeth, then slid down against the wall to the ground, feeling powerless.
He shook his head; he once thought he was a genius.
…
Bai raised his head, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. He dropped the corpse in his hands as if discarding a toy, feeling the stability of his ethereal barrier quaking; but there shouldn’t be anyone stronger than him on the battlefield. The Black Knight began to feel doubt, a deep light flashing in his eyes.
But in that moment, everyone on the battlefield felt a pulsing tremor from their souls. From the front to the back, this feeling surged across the entire battlefield. Even the emotionless skeletal soldiers’ soul fires flickered for a moment, and all living beings instinctively turned their heads.
Eyes, or the hollow eye sockets burning with soul fire, stared vacantly in one direction.
The battle stopped.
Blood-soaked Xi crawled up from the ground, wiping the blood dripping from her chin with her fist. In the depths of her amber eyes lingered a residual stubbornness; yet she also felt that clear sense of pulsing, as if she’d heard a sharp shattering sound within her heart.
‘Crack,’ something broke.
She looked up and found the barrier above her breaking apart, scattering and falling. Huge fragments, like black shadows, dissolved into the air, making a sharp ‘crash’ sound.
The Undead Knight on the other side let out a low grunt.
Bai pressed down on his chest in shock—someone had forcibly broken through his barrier—this was impossible! As one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Undead Commander felt his soul fire freeze cold. There couldn’t be anyone with absolute power exceeding his on this battlefield! But immediately, a halo reflected in his golden eyes.
It was a cluster of light emerging from the darkness, skimming above low.
Everyone was stunned.
Their gazes followed the movement of these light points. As they whooshed over every head, each person instinctively turned their head at that moment. In an instant, they saw these points of light become blinding in the air.
A holy aura was gathering.
Then they heard a voice: “Dragoon, attack—!”
The first beam of light appeared, seeming to pierce through the darkness from the heavens. The nearest mercenary turned and saw this beam piercing through the skull, chest, and pelvis of three skeletal javelin throwers; at that moment, it felt as if time had stood still. The young mercenary opened his mouth slightly in confusion, but with a ‘crash,’ the three skeletons collapsed to the ground.
Then came the second and third beams of light—
The points of light flickered in the air, gradually becoming dense, as if it were raining light. Divine rain fell from the sky, and in an instant, the skeleton javelin throwers of the ‘Bone Spike’ legion were reduced to ashes. After two rounds of attacks, only a sparse few remained standing outside the defensive line.
The mercenaries were initially stunned but immediately erupted in cheers:
“By Martha!”
“Eradicate these filthy beings!”
Crenshia stared blankly at this scene, one hand protecting Funiya in front of the young girl, relieved. But even so, he couldn’t help but wipe the cold sweat from his brow, glancing at his pale-faced deputy beside him. The two of them had discerned that voice from the start; it was the young man’s voice.
He just never imagined he had such power.
Now he finally understood what to do. The silver-haired middle-aged man decisively drew his sword and waved it forward: “Brothers, advance! Don’t waste this opportunity!”
With a roar, the tide of battle finally changed—
At that moment, Bai returned to his senses from the initial shock, the Undead Knight’s gaze falling ahead of everyone first, outside the battlefield. But this time, he only saw two holy angels parting the mist, one coming from the left and one from the right towards him. The angels flapped their wings, moving at a startling speed, their gleaming sacred swords aimed directly at him in an instant. But the Black Knight remained immobile, raising his scythe and sweeping it apart with two ‘bang’ sounds, sending them flying, leaving a flurry of white feathers behind.
Yet Bai felt not the slightest sense of relief, for vast magical power was gathering in the air.
He looked up and saw several lines of light forming above him. These lines instantly formed a gigantic cube several dozen meters wide, quickly solidifying into a massive stone that crashed down towards him. With a thunderous roar, the earth quaked, the stone fell, and dust filled the battlefield.
Material transformation, laws materializing—there was a high-circle law wizard!
The Undead Knight crawled up from the ground, dirty and disheveled, staring intensely at the parting mist. But when the mist cleared, the battlefield was filled with the sounds of battle cries, the mercenaries’ attacks flooding like mercury. Completely unsupported, Grudin’s noble private soldiers collapsed under the pressure from the Dragoon system; the Undead Commander, wielding a massive black scythe, coldly watched as those cowardly humans fled one after another from his side. It was as if a flood was crushing down the entire line towards his direction. At that moment, the mansion was on the verge of collapse, and the air seemed to resonate with immense, painful groans.
But he still had one last chance; Bai’s gaze scanned the crowd, finally spotting Brendel at the other end of the battlefield.
He had to eliminate those erratically flying light spheres, but he didn’t have much time. Bai had reason to believe that at this moment it was someone controlling those strange things that dominated the battlefield. Yet, as long as he killed that young man, all problems would be easily resolved, and the balance of the battlefield would tilt in his favor.
He coldly snorted, already leveling the scythe in his hand.
But Brendel also immediately spotted the Black Knight among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. This old rival was just like the Bai he had seen before, unchanged, still wearing the outfit that seemed very ‘showy’ in his eyes. However, the Black Knight probably hadn’t yet gained the blood of the evil dragon, making him much easier to deal with. He smiled slightly—capturing the king before capturing the thief—seemed to be just the choice the confident Black Knight would make regarding his own abilities and speed.
However, Bai did not anticipate that his intentions had been seen through. He only saw Charles standing behind the young nobleman with a short staff; behind him were Husher, the Wild Elf sisters, and other soldiers from the Lubis mercenary group. After the two holy angels returned, they also landed to the left and right of Brendel, like personal guards. Yet Bai had never heard of using heavenly beings as personal protectors. This combination was quite powerful, yet he still saw it as not without opportunities.
Then Bai moved. In a flash, the Black Knight darted across the battlefield three times like an afterimage, each time covering nearly a hundred meters. However, Brendel remained unhurried. With a thought, the Dragoon system in the sky immediately rearranged, swiveling to aim at a certain area—one concentrated volley.
Confused golden light beams rained down, as if a golden forest suddenly sprouted up on the street. The Dragoon system didn’t even need to aim; their sheer number compensated for their lack of precision. Under the coverage of the light arrows, even the golden-ranked Black Knight wouldn’t dare expose himself at any moment to ten or more silver-rated strikes per second. In a desperate situation, he could only raise his scythe to counterattack, a black arc of light dispersing the light rain and instantly erasing seven or eight wind elemental spiders.
The holy sword card could provide silver-level attack power for attached cards under payment conditions; however, it wouldn’t affect other abilities. Against golden-ranked attacks, even the defenses of wind elemental spiders at best barely reaching iron quality were as fragile as paper.
Only, Bai wanted to press the attack further but found the light points overhead had already scattered, then circled around him to fire. And when he started to move again, they regrouped to suppress him with overwhelming firepower. Other than gaining a slight advantage on the first strike, the Black Knight found he wasn’t gaining any benefit; instead, his speed inevitably slowed down.
Bai looked up, the first time feeling that every move he made was under the opponent’s judgment.
Meanwhile, the flexible tactics of the Dragoon system left Husher and the others dumbfounded, while Charles appeared inscrutable, earnestly explaining to them: “… Thus, in a game, there are three metrics that always exist: skills, equipment, and attributes. You can see how this represents the Lord’s superiority in skills and equipment. Of course, the Lord once told me—‘Charles, when you consider these three metrics, there is always one that can help you. If one day you grow into a great mage, you must thank me for revealing this secret to you.’”
He nodded, insincerely saying, “Now I have become a great mage, but it’s clear that I am very grateful to the Lord for telling me this secret.”
The young sister among the Wild Elves couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Charles,” Brendel ground his teeth, “you better hurry up and join the fight—”
“Of course, my Lord. I am preparing my spells,” Charles quickly replied. “However, my Lord, I see many noble private soldiers—wait, that emblem seems related to Count Rendener?”
“That is indeed a member of the Rendener family.”
“Another count? So, my Lord, you’ve offended the nobles again?” The young wizard was taken aback. “By Martha, I bet you were a deeply aggrieved person in your last life.”
“It’s fine; according to your words, the last time we were hanged,” Brendel responded while continuously issuing commands to the Dragoon system, sounding unamused. “And this time, at worst, they’ll just drag us out and hang us again.”
“That’s true.”
Charles raised an eyebrow.
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