Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1607: Liam’s Trouble

The presence of the warriors from Pagna going up against the Masked Individuals could truly be described as a significant stroke of luck for the Underside in the massive battle that was taking place. If any of the mages, even those as powerful as the academy principals, had gone up against the Cerebus warriors, they would have struggled beyond belief, likely losing immediately.

Even the masked Cerebus members knew this, which was why they felt almost invincible, regardless of who they went up against. Yet, the Pagna warriors, with their specialized, unique powers, were each able to leverage something in their unique arsenal to manage a victory or, at least, survive.

If they hadn’t successfully defeated their respective Masked Men, a massive part of the Underside forces would have already been defeated, leaving the population defenseless. However, achieving victory wasn’t easy for all of them; at least one of them had no immediate solution for the energy-based opponent in front of him.

Liam was fighting atop the giant, stinking trash heap, and he was trying absolutely everything he could think of. He had cloned one of his special weapons—a thin, razor-sharp Rapier—and then magnetized his weapons so they zipped through his opponent at every conceivable angle. He had stabbed and sliced every part of the Masked Man’s body, but it didn’t feel as if his blade had hit anything physical, and no physical damage was registered. This wasn’t the first time this had happened.

Frustrated, Liam switched to his primary weapon: the versatile System Sword that could strike anything. He rushed forward because he knew that if he took a single step back, the Masked Man would instantly create countless attacks of small golden shots that would hit his body like shrapnel. He was unable to block all of these small, rapid-fire attacks unless he utilized the System Sword’s ability to copy any large-scale attack, like one of Raze’s signature moves, which would drain him too fast.

When he finally got close, Liam struck with the System Sword right through the Masked Man’s body. He continued to cut away, swinging his sword repeatedly, slicing the opponent into multiple pieces. He could clearly see the cuts happening, the form separating, but nothing came of it. Not a speck of blood, no loss of power, not even when Liam had hit the protective mask as well.

Quickly, he needed a break from his own offensive, as he was tiring out from the exertion. He jumped back and lifted his hand, and several of the clone swords he had previously created shot out from the trash pile; he had been hiding them there, waiting for the right moment. They flung up, making almost a temporary wall around the Masked Man, a flurry of metal designed to occupy the opponent. But even Liam knew that this would ultimately do nothing; the only reason he had done such a thing was to buy him a precious few seconds of time to breathe and think.

Nothing is working, Liam thought, his mind racing desperately. I’ve tried the same thing over and over, and my Qi is starting to fade. I still have plenty of magic left, but I really feel useless! He was throwing everything he had, and it was bouncing off a phantom.

As the flurry of clone swords was coming to an end, Liam decided to launch forward again, wielding the clone sword and his System Sword. Although he had used all of Raze’s extraction and Dark Magic techniques in trying to take down the thing in front of him, he hadn’t used every single technique the System Sword had recorded.

Maybe, just maybe, whatever this energy-based thing was, it was only good at defending against Dark Magic. So, Liam furiously pulled out of his mental database every sword technique that the System Sword had ever recorded, regardless of faction. He was simultaneously using Light Faction techniques, Dark Faction techniques, and even forbidden Demonic Faction techniques.

Copying them flawlessly, the resultant power was a spectacle of magic and destruction, filled with all sorts of chaotic, unique powers. Due to the sheer scale and variety of the attacks, no one even dared to get close to the fighting zone. Even the Masked Cerebus member had to admit, this opponent was exceptionally powerful.

After seeing how many sword techniques, and the sheer power and variety he was facing, the Cerebus warrior was sure that mages of high caliber would have seriously struggled or failed.

Can I really just wait for him to run out of energy, or should I do something? The Cerebus member thought, starting to feel genuine worry, that just maybe, this person would figure out something that could truly harm him.

Frustrated, as Liam knew he would soon run out of sword techniques and stamina, he grew desperate.

“Come on, system!” Liam screamed inside his head, a final, despairing plea. “Don’t you have anything you can help me with? Didn’t you get an upgrade as well? What’s the point of having you when I’m doing all the work? How can I beat this thing!”

The sophisticated system he had originally been given from Zon had evolved and changed over time, as he had received the latest out of all of the systems before coming to the current world.

The system finally responded, a cold, emotionless script appearing in his vision:

Red mode has not been activated.

Suggest activating Red Mode, to deal with the current opponent.

“Red mode? What the f*ck is Red Mode?” Liam shouted out loud in his frustration. “How was I meant to activate something that I never even heard of before? Give me answers!”

The system simply repeated its notification:

Would you like to activate Redmode?

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