Chapter 143: Not Drawn Away by Calamity
Although the two black-armored urban legends were approaching quickly, there was still a distance between them, which gave Fang Ji time to respond.
“Miracle Sword, Three, Thousand Florets!”
Although the Miracle Flower had returned to his side not long ago, enveloping him in its rich fragrance, it had disappeared again at this moment. When he used the unique spell formula of the Miracle Cult, he had to chant a simplified version of the incantation.
As Fang Ji finished shouting, a golden halo filled with complex incantations appeared beneath his feet, then transformed into an arc of light, gliding along the ground and shooting forward.
The fierce wind swept through in an instant, accompanied by a cold gleam. Countless blades appeared, intertwining together, creating a wall of blades in the air where the two black-armored figures were advancing.
In the next moment, a strong wind pressure spread out, with sharp collision sounds loud enough to make eardrums bleed, overlapping and bursting forth from the other side of the blade wall.
Even though the situation on the other side of the blade wall was invisible to the n*ked eye, Fang Ji imagined the scene of the two black-armored urban legends colliding violently against the wall of blades, trying to break through while countless spirit energy-wrapped sword blades twisted, broke, and shattered in the process.
The Thousand Florets wouldn’t delay for long; there was simply no time to escape…
He had observed that the speeds of the two black-armored urban legends were extremely fast. When they rushed forward, he could only catch a glimpse of two blurry black shadows without relying on spirit perception.
As a spiritual ability user not adept at speed, relying on the brief delay created by Thousand Florets wouldn’t allow him to escape before they appeared again with miracles; they would soon catch up.
Rather than finding himself in an unresistable predicament later, it was better to take advantage of the time gained for casting a stronger spell. Even if he couldn’t k*ll the two black-armored urban legends, he could at least delay them and create ample time for retreat.
Thus, after finishing the first spell, Fang Ji immediately started reciting the second spell.
“His creations should enjoy prayers equal to His, with fine wine offered, guarding the bridge between the world of the living and the afterlife, the judge of souls…”
This was a spell of much higher grade than Thousand Florets. In the absence of the Miracle Flower’s blessing, Fang Ji decided to chant the complete incantation just to be safe.
As he quickly recited the incantation, spirit energy surged and gradually condensed in his hands into the illusion of a golden wine cup embedded with sapphires, black agates, and fire corals.
Air currents swirled around his body, stirring the golden glow like thick fog, forming a brilliant golden vortex, emanating a solemn and sacred aura from its center.
“…Miracle Wine, Nine, Mitra’s Grace!”
At the moment the incantation was completed, Fang Ji gently twisted his wrist, tilting the golden wine cup.
The cup was empty, but in a daze, the sound of liquid flowing faintly reached him.
As the cup tilted, a rich amber liquid, carrying a fragrant wine aroma, materialized out of nowhere and poured from the cup into the golden vortex.
Like water droplets falling onto a mirror-like surface, waves rippled at the center of the golden vortex, then, pushed by layers of ripples, the misty spirit energy forming the golden vortex expanded outward.
In an instant, the wide street in front of the eerie small temple where Fang Ji and Shen Baiwei were located seemed to transform into a boiling golden lake. Beneath the lake’s surface, a huge shadow dashed by like a swimming fish.
Sensing the spirit energy fluctuations in the air, and seeing the spell that Fang Ji completed in just a few seconds, Shen Baiwei quietly took out her little notebook and a feather pen made from the tail feather of a brown-tailed pheasant, preparing to start recording.
At the same time, the wall of blades created by the Thousand Florets, under the frantic assaults of the two black-armored urban legends, barely held on for about ten seconds before finally shattering…
Two spears, exuding an eerie blue light, pierced through the wall of blades like the fangs of a ferocious beast. With a sudden tremor, the spirit energy fluctuations spread, sending waves rippling outward.
Amidst the piercing metallic wails, the massive wall of blades collapsed, its bright silver debris flying like snowflakes caught in a gust, the broken sharp sword blades scattered and flying like bullets piercing through thick cardboard, easily embedding themselves into the ground and the surrounding building walls.
“Thud, thud, thud—!”
With muffled thuds, the two black-armored urban legends lunged at Fang Ji. Beneath their shattered faces, two pairs of vacant, hollow eyes locked onto his figure, then almost simultaneously thrust their spears towards him.
Though they were already dead and had become urban legends under the influence of the terrifying power lurking at Yumen Pass, the belief in guarding Yumen Pass, along with years of battle instincts honed over time, never faded.
To them, Fang Ji, who was close to this temple, clearly represented a threat to Yumen Pass.
In an instant, a deep metallic hum erupted, and upon the broken spear, the eerie blue light danced along the patterns in the shape of dragon fish mouths, flickering suddenly like a volcanic eruption, spewing ominous azure flames, with terrifying spirit energy fluctuations flooding like a torrent.
Fang Ji, retreating step by step, felt a confident grin form at the corner of his mouth.
“Boom—!”
The ground trembled violently, and the golden “lake” that covered almost the entire street suddenly surged, producing waves towering more than ten meters high.
In the next moment, miracles arrived.
A giant beast tore through the massive waves, charging towards the rolling azure flames, and collided fiercely with the two black-armored legends.
It was a robust bull towering over fifteen meters, entirely resembling one cast from gold. On its crystal-like horns were inscribed countless runes, reflecting countless moments of life and d*ath in the glittering facets.
Upon closer inspection, that bull’s visage bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to the divine bull depicted on the wall relief outside a nearby small temple.
“Bang—!”
The resplendent bull, radiating a solemn aura, collided violently with the two black-armored urban legends, resulting in a thunderous explosion.
The azure flames collapsed under the powerful gusts containing spirit energy fluctuations, as the two black-armored urban legends, overwhelmed by the immense force, found their armored bodies warped and reshaped, scales shedding, and foul-smelling, thick black bl**d spraying.
After stabilizing their forms, the two black-armored urban legends seemed entirely unconcerned about their injuries. They retreated a few steps to find a higher vantage point, adopting the infantry’s tactic of facing cavalry with raised spears, and lifted their long spears towards the charging bull once more.
Then, gripping tightly with arms that were thick and twisted like withered roots, muscles tensed, they released a low, resonant hum, as though bowstrings were being pulled taut.
However, at the instant the spears touched the “bull’s” body, the “bull” turned into a phantom, passing right through. Its curved, blade-like horns pierced through the shoulders of the two black-armored urban legends, lifting their bodies upward, then… it galloped forward, as swift as lightning.
Wherever it passed, neither the attacks of the two black-armored urban legends, nor the buildings, nor the lurking urban legends in the shadows could touch its body.
The “bull,” like a storm capable of destroying everything, swept the two black-armored legends along, rampaging forward, carving a canyon between the brick buildings. Fang Ji inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, only to immediately feel an intense wave of fatigue wash over him.
This kind of direct summoning, imbued with the powers of legendary deities, was somewhat taxing for him to cast without the blessing of the Miracle Flower…
Fortunately, this spell successfully sent the two black-armored urban legends away. While it might not be enough to k*ll them, they wouldn’t be back anytime soon— it was time to retreat.
As Fang Ji turned to look at Shen Baiwei, about to complain about her not taking action while merely watching, he widened his eyes at the sight beside her.
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At the moment the bull, summoned through the spell and embodying the power of the Zoroastrian deity Mitra, appeared, Shen Baiwei, who had been observing for a long time, finally wrote the last line in her notebook, completing her corresponding record.
[Miracle Cult Secret Spell: Miracle Wine · Seven · Mitra’s Grace, an extremely rare summoning-type spell… Strength: High. Comment: Its style is consistent with other Miracle Cult spells, extravagantly so as always.]
After finishing, she showcased her “extraordinary” artistic talent by drawing a uniquely styled golden bull in the lower right corner of the page.
Satisfied, she closed her notebook and placed it in her bag, securing it properly.
Shen Baiwei looked up to find Fang Ji staring at her with wide eyes, causing her to momentarily freeze.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
Fang Ji shook his head, raising his hand expressionlessly as if calamity had befallen him, pointing at something behind her.
Huh? Did something come out of the small temple? Shen Baiwei’s heart raced as she slowly turned around, only to see an unexpected scene.
On the exterior wall of the building behind her, the sharp metallic fragments that had flown from the shattered wall of blades created by Thousand Florets, along with the burning marks left by the eerie blue flames of the black-armored urban legends, outlined a humanoid shape on the wall as though tracing her silhouette.
Shen Baiwei, “…”.
Only at this moment did she realize she’d been so engrossed in recording that she had overlooked the surrounding situation.
Old habits d*e hard…
Being in battle with an A-Class spiritual ability user and two urban legends on par with A-Class was an easy way to get caught in the crossfire.
Though, due to her unique power, it didn’t matter even if she did get hurt, but now she had miraculously avoided all the aftershocks without paying any attention to the battlefield…
It was like being lost in a comic book on the street and suddenly finding oneself unharmed when a gang shootout occurred.
However, as a member of the Miracle Cult, isn’t it normal for a bit of miracle to happen? Shen Baiwei thought, stealing a guilty glance at Fang Ji.
Fang Ji rolled his eyes at her.
Normal my a**!
I suspect my Miracle Flower wasn’t drawn away by calamity, but rather, by you!
Fang Ji suddenly felt that life was too difficult; having one calamity and disaster suppress him was already enough, but now it seemed another had cropped up.
Shen Baiwei, “…”
