Chapter 230 Shocked Angels by the Obsession to Destroy the Wizard Tower
The battle was about to begin; even with protection and transformation spells, the opponent held an absolute advantage in power at that moment.
Likewise, this battle cured me of my habit of being a caster who preferred close combat.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“Of course! I just renovated your floating island; it took a considerable amount of energy, but I didn’t expect you guys from the Holy Angel Academy to be so weak. You’re wasting my magic.”
In the moments between collisions, I was also considering how to deal with this trouble.
The floating spell had now appeared around me, suppressing the few “henchmen” of the Holy Angel, while the guy in front of me named Achir was definitely a leading figure, much like how Tan Han stood out in the Witch Academy.
I couldn’t tell if he was also a Child of Fortune, but it was probably safe to assume.
After all, since the Holy Angel Academy was here to interfere in the contest to claim fortune, they surely had their own Child of Fortune, right?
Otherwise, why bother coming as mere support?
Moreover, the angelic armor blessed by holy light and that cross sword was terrifying in power, regardless of weapon quality; the strength of that holy light exceeded any weapon I had encountered.
Every swing inflicted horrifying damage; if it struck my shield, it would shatter it instantly.
It seemed that after this exchange competition, I would have to look into acquiring stronger protection spells. The current ones were basic consumption spells, and even minor modifications had become a challenge.
Only the elemental sprite’s blessing was decent, but it was merely a blessing and not a shield, and the consumption was high. It was only because my magic source could exceed a thousand along with ample recovery potions that I dared to rely on it.
“Witch… take this seriously! Do you think you’re playing around after this long in battle?” Achir roared, expressing his inner fury.
He was angry; his killing intent was almost making his eyes bloodshot. Every attack he launched was aimed at killing, but his opponent showed little will to fight back, appearing more playful in comparison.
Those flashy spell effects were insufficient, yet they restrained his teammates and nullified his offense.
He knew this was how a caster should fight, but the longer it dragged on, the more he felt like a jesting clown.
“I’m just pondering why our battle has reached a stalemate. You must understand that encounters of extraordinary power should be rare; can you tell me why this is?”
“Because… you didn’t go for the k*ll!”
Achir couldn’t understand why the opponent would say something he couldn’t fathom. A stalemate was supposed to imply a fight with a victor, right?
Indeed, witches had problematic minds.
“Lacking a serious attitude? A killing intent like yours? A desire to k*ll like this?”
As my voice echoed, Achir felt the demeanor directed at him shift. The magic wand in my hand, initially flippant, now pointed steadily at him.
A blazing line shot forth; even with his high combat skills, he could only manage to block with the blade of his sword.
But upon hearing an explosion, he felt a colossal force traverse the cross sword in his hand, followed by a terrifying impact, and the next moment came the sound of metal shattering.
His weapon was broken by the opponent; how could this be?
This was a cross sword blessed by holy light; the shattering of its blade indicated that the previous strike had shattered the holy protection.
If the opponent had that kind of skill, why hold back until now?
“Quite interesting,” I mused, satisfied with the armor-breaking effect of the shaping magic, which I developed to break the iron turtles of the Dwarf Academy.
However, now, what intrigued me was not the power of the fireball spell or the shattering of the opponent’s cross sword.
It was the mindset of attacking with the intention to k*ll.
In my past life, I had read countless novels where killing intent and murderous energy were prevalent, and though it was thrilling to read about, I had never experienced it myself.
The environment shapes a person’s thinking. A society of order doesn’t promote violence or slaughter.
All of this gradually formed my subconscious and built self-restraints.
It is said that education is a cycle; only when the bullets you fired hit yourself does it signify the end of education.
I had seen too many unrealistic fantasies and novels, so when I encountered true extraordinary power, it prompted my thoughts and a mindset incompatible with this world.
Not only did I question why the extraordinary world needed magic sources and spellbooks, but why couldn’t I cast fireball spells myself? I questioned why, with everyone possessing immense power in the extraordinary world, there was no fear of dying at any moment in such a dangerous environment.
When I cast away the so-called shackles and limitations and touched upon the notion of “killing,” my mindset truly changed.
By now, I had lost count of how many people I had killed during this exchange, yet I felt nothing, or rather, the sensation from moments ago.
Because I knew this was a dream, and d*ath wasn’t real d*ath.
Even during the initial contest, I knew there was resurrection magic; I hadn’t truly killed anyone, merely put them in a position of d*ath.
One could only understand the weight of taking another’s life if they held reverence for d*ath.
Just like before, I aimed my spell at Achir’s heart.
That kind of resolution was something I’d never experienced, and every cell in my body resisted this action, for I knew exactly what it entailed; that was my understanding of the bottom line.
After Achir blocked that strike with his sword, I quickly returned to normal.
Achir hadn’t died, giving me every reason to revert to the usual.
Now, Achir cautiously watched me, knowing that one could never let their enemy slip out of their sight for even a moment.
The glimpse he caught in my gaze earlier, akin to how one looks at a corpse, sent shivers down his spine, but now, upon reflection, it felt merely like an illusion.
Could it have been an illusion?
The sword in his hand was broken!
Achir again shifted his gaze from the broken sword to the opposing figure, who was behaving nonchalantly, rhythmically twirling the magic wand, even ignoring the openings they showed — was this the confidence of a witch?
“Thank you for teaching me something new; this seems quite profound and a little hard to control, even a path I don’t prefer.”
At this moment, I spoke to Achir, and a prompt appeared before him.
“Now, the second round.”
“This… what is this?!”
Achir stared at the prompt in disbelief. Seizing control rights!
How did they know about this?
Such hidden rules wouldn’t be directly laid out; how could the opponent grasp this in such a short time?
“Seizing control, Achir, you can’t possibly be unaware, right? The floating island merely carries the source of holy light for your Holy Angel Academy; it says nothing about being yours; does it bear your academy’s name?”
“You!”
At this moment, Achir gripped his broken sword tightly; even if the sword was broken, half of the blade could still serve as a weapon.
“You need to think carefully about the price before striking; do you think you can beat me? Once you strike, the power change is set, what odds do you believe you have? And do you think after your d*ath, I’ll move the floating island where? Guess whether I have the means to break your holy light source? Even if you have several lives left, what would that mean?”
I smiled as I toyed with the magic wand, waiting for the opponent to make a decision.
“Achir, k*ll that witch!”
“Don’t listen to her nonsense!”
“One shouldn’t trust a single word from the witch!”
Now the moment of choice had come before Achir; the nearby Holy Angels still clamored, but to him, their voices had turned fuzzy.
“The first eliminated academy… the Holy Angel Academy…”
At that moment, a voice came again, intended to remind him as he remained still.
And the phrase “first to be eliminated” crazily stimulated his nerves.
Scenes in his mind continuously overlapped with these words, foreseeing the angelic rings shattering, even against the most ordinary academy contestants, chaos would ensue…
Such a result was unbearable for him!
Should he act, he would need to face such costs and consequences.
But if he did nothing?
His companions behind him would slowly be killed, leaving him isolated and helpless.
Facing a witch as terrifying as Tan Han, did she truly have a chance?
“Witch! What more do you want?!”
Achir could no longer control his thoughts and let out his own shout.
He had enrolled in the Holy Angel Academy; his first battle was this ridiculous because a single misjudgment had plunged himself and everyone into utter despair.
When did it all start?
Was it during the first tea party in the Witch Academy, the second, or now in the third?
This terrifying being…
“You ask me? How would I know? I originally planned to drive the floating island into the Wizard Tower, but you wouldn’t allow it.”
“Hah… hahaha…” At that moment, Achir found my words absurd, farcical!
It was a mockery of him!
Using the endgame of the Holy Angel Academy as her weapon against the Wizard Academy meant neither would be spared.
At that moment, Achir realized it seemed he had no choices left. The opponent hadn’t hesitated to reveal her plans, showcasing the confidence that everything was still under her control.
The only choice left was to fight to the d*ath, or in other words, the final battle!
The Holy Angel Academy had already pulled the curtain early; it was no longer about the number of lives remaining. There was only one chance; he couldn’t afford to lose, while the opponent’s loss would merely be that—loss.
But for Achir, even if he won, he couldn’t guarantee the opponent’s life.
So he now needed to make a choice: to sink or to make a last-ditch effort, though that choice felt too insane.
But looking at it now, it seemed there were no other options.
“Betting on the honor of the Holy Angel Academy, this battle will be the finale!”
“I will seize the full blessing of the holy light source with the highest authority!”
With Achir’s current actions, I also grew curious about his forthcoming situation.
But the next moment, I realized I might have gone too far.
At that moment, the entire church began to shake; not just the church, or rather, the entire floating island was in a state of terrifying upheaval.
A horrific rift cracked open from the statue, as though something was about to emerge.
“What on earth is this?”
I frowned deeply; wasn’t the floating island supposed to lack Holy Angel means like the World Tree?
As I was about to voice this soulful question, a massive sphere of light erupted from below the church.
At that moment, the church could no longer withstand the disturbance, compounded by the earlier rain of fire, and finally collapsed.
“What’s going on…”
After dodging the falling debris and collapsing walls, I looked up at the truly enormous sphere of light in the sky, akin to a sun.
Wasn’t this the holy light source that kept the floating island afloat?
How did it emerge like this?
I instinctively swallowed, as I noticed Achir was standing beneath that massive sphere.
A bad premonition turned into reality at that moment; what kind of hornet’s nest had I poked?
Had I gotten too close?
There was no need to take the holy light source with me in a mutually assured destruction way.
“Now, witch, I will bet on the Holy Angel Academy’s qualification in the exchange competition, and we will have… a second round!” Achir proclaimed.
At this moment, the broken sword in his hand, under the protection of the holy light, transformed into a blade formed of condensed holy light, and he stood in the air, pointing the sword tip directly at me.
At that moment, all I wanted to say was this was not the second round I intended.
This was overpowered!
Would the referee of the exchange competition not intervene?
“From this moment on, I will carry the holy light source, bearing all the remaining choices of the Holy Angels…”
“This time, it will be I who wins…”
But the price was indeed steep.
The floating island without the holy light source drooped like it was wilting, and its massive frame gradually fell, with the surrounding columns of white jade losing strength and crashing down, randomly killing an unsuspecting audience member below.
Not long after, the floating island would crash to the ground along with the buildings above.
And Achir faced even greater danger, having to constantly endure the overwhelming pressure of the holy light source.
Moreover, the holy light source itself was frantically dissipating; the existence of the floating island was to maintain the containment of the holy light source.
He hadn’t saved the holy light source; instead, he had removed it, turning the outcome from being utilized by others to slowly dissipating into oblivion in his own hands.
One could say once it was removed, the countdown to the Holy Angel Academy’s elimination had already begun.
And Achir couldn’t d*e at this moment; if he died, the holy light source he carried would also extinguish. Although he could be resurrected, it would be no different from dying.
But all this could at least resolve the current dilemma, rather than allowing oneself to be pawned and helplessly witnessing elimination.
If someone were to ask Achir now if he regretted doing this, he would, of course, regret it, but he genuinely couldn’t think of a way to break the stalemate.
At least this way, the Holy Angel Academy could cling to survival.
If the opponent feared him and ran away, he could buy more time for the Holy Angel Academy.
“You won? That’s not necessarily true…”
I looked at the opponent’s seemingly forced expressions, as if bearing an enormous burden, especially that line “this time I win,” which discouraged my thoughts of retreating now.
That would simply be benefitting the opponent after they wore each other down.
It’s only regrettable for the floating island!
I had been thinking of staying there; previously it was the bl**d Pool Castle, which I wanted to stay at but was overturned by the dwarves. Now, I had my eyes on the floating island of the Holy Angel Academy, and it was being overturned by its own people.
Did it have to be so harsh on itself?
Without this thing, what would I use to smash the Wizard Tower?
“Wait…”
At that moment, I squinted, sensing something was off.
The opponent was fully bearing the holy light source; their form had grown enormous due to the blessing, especially the angelic ring atop their head, which was no longer the circular one I had seen floating above.
Now, the angel ring had expanded beyond the diameter of their wings; the blinding holy light surged within the ring, as if blazing holy flames surrounded Achir’s head.
Those angelic wings behind him overshadowed the sky, replacing the sun above.
Amidst this, I noticed wisps of energy coalescing from above to below.
Instinctively checking my fortune, I found no decrease, which meant the opponent had to have done something to gain fortune!
For he represented the will of all the Holy Angels of the Academy, or was this a response of resistance they ultimately chose under threat?
Wait, had I applied pressure on the opponent, how had it appeared to be so natural?
So, I had really become the villain…
Hold on… if the opponent had gained fortune, then becoming a Child of Fortune; would there perhaps be some sort of repeat of that encounter with Tan Han?
Though the current disparity in power was, indeed, quite significant… it was really perilous…
My expression grew complicated, largely filled with resignation toward the existence of so-called Children of Fortune.
I needed to think of a way; facing the opponent’s full power, I began to feel apprehensive.
Now the tables had turned; it was as if the opponent had nothing left to fear.
But I had to say this leader of the Holy Angel Academy was truly crazy; if I encountered them in the future, I would certainly take a detour.
Sure enough, trouble always followed those who were Children of Fortune.
But there was no way to back out now; I had already gotten involved, and I had promised Teacher Ji to deal with them harshly.
It was just that it had slipped out of control.
Through Spirit Vision, I could see the holy light source dissipating alarmingly; it would likely be entirely spent within a day.
If I didn’t put an end to it at this moment, they would be forced to depart by this time tomorrow.
However, before that, it was foreseeable that everyone in the Holy Angel Academy would go completely wild!
No one could stop a group of angels on the brink of “d*ath.”
“Embrace… the Judgment of the Holy Light!”
“Useless, your little tricks all fail at this moment! You will d*e under the verdict of the holy light!”
Achir’s words came, and under the protection of the holy light source, his voice carried a holy echo effect that hurt my eardrums.
Without the floating island, I could only fly on a broomstick and engage him in combat.
“Power not belonging to you ultimately falls short; the more you consume, the closer you get to total elimination!” I remarked, not hastily confronting him; even took advantage of an opening to gulp down a recovery potion.
As I spoke, he seemed to become slightly more restrained.
But those divine spells continued to pour towards me like they were free.
Conjured holy light spears, rain of arrows.
At this moment, he no longer resembled a Holy Angel borrowing strength; casting divine spells no longer required complex rituals or prayers, nor the need to rely on anything else.
The source of holy light and the origin of divine spells were now within his grasp to command.
And he could only behave so recklessly in the realm of dreams; he wouldn’t have such opportunities in reality.
It was evident his movements were somewhat awkward, yet his means of suppression remained firm.
“If this is all you’ve got, I could play with you all day; I’m a witch in training with a flying license, while you’ll just gradually run out of steam until you hit the ground. This kind of consumption is pointless; do you think Tan Han will come over upon sensing the disturbance?”
“What you say now is meaningless!” Achir was unfazed.
“It has meaning, of course. We share a mutual goal; we want the other to stop. Although you act calm, I bet deep down you’re already desperate to go berserk! Your holy light source is dissipating; undoubtedly, within a day, you’ll extinguish! And your juvenile actions will only accelerate that process!” I unhesitatingly pointed out his worries since I at least needed to secure the eligibility for dialogue with him.
“You know about this, but so what?”
“This is the territory of the Wizard Academy, visible before you is the Wizard Tower; if I were to inform them of your situation…”
“They won’t believe a word from you!” Achir declared confidently.
“Then, shall we gamble? Could there be such a possibility? I will expose everything to them, redirect the blame! Reveal the essence of your madness! Do you think they would listen to me? Coupled with Tan Han, how do you intend to handle this single-handedly?”
“Just like when Tan Han practiced during your destruction of the Wizard Academy’s ceremony, how can you be sure you won’t shatter like that ceremony?”
“What do you want?” At that moment, Achir also halted his pointless expenditure, staring at me.
“Now I have two suggestions for you; first, I will join forces with the Wizard Academy and our Witch Academy to send you Holy Angels away in disgrace.” I smiled, raising one finger.
“You know I could never pick that option; enough with the nonsense, Yang Yuelan.”
“The second one, adding my assistance, is to destroy the Wizard Tower before your Holy Angels’ final curtain!” I extended a second finger.
“You! Still so… stubborn, but how can I know you won’t deceive me!”
At that moment, Achir sensed the peculiar determination from me; he could only describe it as if I thrived on chaos.
“Are you afraid of betrayal as one near d*ath? I just stated my demands; I want to topple the Wizard Tower. What could be more trustworthy than a mutually beneficial alliance?”
“A scheme to k*ll two birds with one stone, and all the benefits go to your Witch Academy, right?”
“Our Witch Academy only takes what we deserve; you need to understand the situation—this is a fair collaboration. Think about it?” I rubbed my hands and smiled.
“Consider it? Even if I run away now, what could you do? In the remaining time, can you accomplish anything greater than toppling the Wizard Tower? Don’t forget who put you in this predicament!”
“It was you witches!”
“It was the Wizard Academy!” I retorted, correcting him.
