Novel Full Chapter 1841 Magus Battle
Chapter 1841 Magus Battle
Chumo displayed his exceptional combat prowess as he weaved through the air with grace. In pursuit was the relentless blond-haired Fishman, their chase a spectacle of power and agility. Chumo’s tactics were nothing short of extraordinary. With fluid precision, he combined the art of magic and deception to gain the upper hand.
First, he invoked a potent wind spell [Flight], which unleashed powerful currents that propelled him with incredible swiftness. As he soared through the sky, Chumo left a trail of afterimages, thanks to his elusive shadow spell [Shadow Clones]. These shadowy doppelgangers mirrored his every move, creating a mesmerizing ballet of illusions that left the Fishman bewildered and unable to predict his true location.
Amidst this dazzling display, Chumo hurled a flurry of gleaming daggers at his pursuer, each blade guided with pinpoint accuracy. The blond-haired Fishman, a formidable adversary in his own right, found himself on the defensive, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles.
Frustrated, Triton bellowed, “Do not run, you coward!!” But Chumo’s evasive tactics continued to confound his relentless chaser and managed to maintain his distance and elude capture.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Abbot’s transformation was a sight to behold. His entire body had turned to pure gold, a technique known as [12 Golden Bells]. This incredible defense, combined with a lifetime of martial arts expertise that spanned a century, allowed him to withstand the onslaught of Heracles, the fierce combat magus.
Heracles was an intimidating figure, his divine battle art [Titan’s Wrath] granting him unimaginable strength. Each swing of his mighty mace carried enough force to crush mountains. However, the Abbot’s golden bell defense was not merely a matter of impenetrable metal. Every time Heracles struck, the impact created a sonorous ring that resonated with a powerful, mind-jarring frequency. The stronger Heracles’s attacks, the more deafening the toll in his ears.
“Ugh!! I will break that armor, even if it’s going to break my ears!!” Heracles vowed, his determination unwavering.
The two combatants moved in perfect harmony, each focused on their respective roles – one dodging and evading with extraordinary finesse, the other defending with unwavering determination. The battle raged on, a test of skill, strategy, and sheer willpower as they bought precious time for their allies to deal with their respective opponents.
In stark contrast to the acrobatic confrontation taking place in the skies, the battle between Klea and Hecate unfolded differently. The two women, their power and determination evenly matched, appeared almost motionless as they hovered in the air.
Hecate wielded an ancient lantern artifact, its eerie green glow casting an otherworldly light. When she channeled her magic through it, multiple spirit energies took form, appearing as spectral skulls veiled in dark smoke. These ethereal entities orbited her like a fiery vortex, then surged forward with haunting speed, targeting the Egyptian queen. The very sight of the attack was both chilling and mesmerizing.
In response, Klea brandished her Tier 6 [Aeroblitz Rod], a sacred staff gifted to her by the Nephilim. It possessed the unique ability to amplify both her lightning and wind spells. Klea deftly wove her incantations, merging the power of her [Wind Shards] and [Lightning Torrents] spells to counter the incoming spectral skulls. However, the onslaught was overwhelming, and when the confrontation reached its peak, Klea summoned a protective [Ice Wall] to intercept the remaining spirits. Yet, the chilling presence of the skulls and the explosive clash drained her vitality with each impact.
Hecate, with a disconcerting smile, taunted her adversary. “You young, pretty things. I feel almost sad to have to break you.” The air crackled with tension as the two women remained locked in a battle of magical prowess, neither willing to yield an inch in this high-stakes duel.
Amidst the ongoing and fierce battle, the Earth magus remained locked in combat against their formidable adversaries. With time, the Kronos magus began to adapt and hone their abilities, while, on the opposing side, the earth magus sought desperately for some respite to regain their composure.
However, the tides of the battle were destined to change. Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the battleground, shaking the very air. It was Thrax, who had managed to break free from the chains that had bound him. With a powerful and decisive strike of his spear, he cleaved one of the Kronos magus in two, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.
“Huh!! I fucking hate chains!! No more mercy for you all!”
Thrax’s fury was palpable, and it catalyzed his unleashed power. His anger intertwined with the underlying law of slaughter that defined him, invoking a dreadful ability [Blood Rage]. With this newfound power, he launched into a devastating onslaught. In just a minute, he had taken the lives of two Kronos magus and inflicted severe wounds upon the remaining two.
Thrax, his gaze focused on the tumultuous battlefield, stood ready to provide aid to one of his fellow comrades. In the midst of the chaos, it was the Abbot who called upon him, and without hesitation, Thrax responded with a resounding, “Yes!”
A combat magus of Heracles’s stature had always been a favored adversary for Thrax. With a burst of speed, Thrax leaped into action and positioned himself in the path of Heracles’s formidable golden mace. As their weapons clashed, a cacophony of power resonated through the air. The force of their confrontation generated powerful shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield, leaving no doubt about the intensity of their struggle.
Meanwhile, Ashaka, the Abbot, wasted no time. Instead of lingering around, he took flight and swiftly closed the distance between himself and Klea.
As he drew near, he began to chant sacred prayers, invoking the ancient wisdom of [Sutra]. The echoing words filled the air with pure light and a surge of positive energy, creating a radiant aura that permeated the surrounding area.
This divine incantation had a profound effect, significantly weakening the malevolent power of the multiple flying skull entities. Some of the ethereal spirits were compelled to retreat, seeking refuge within Hecate’s lantern. It was a testament to the Abbot’s mastery of the power of light, radiating with divine strength and proving to be a formidable counterforce to Hecate’s necromantic arts.
Hecate turned her gaze to the magus surrounding her, a palpable irritation radiating from her. Despite Klea’s evident fatigue from the intense battles that had transpired, her indomitable will shone through as she mustered the strength to shout, “You can’t win against us, at least not fast enough.”
Klea, using her strategic wit, attempted to assail Hecate’s mental fortitude, sowing doubt by implying that more reinforcements were on the way. But the wicked grin that spread across Hecate’s face indicated that the woman was far from being in her right mind. With a malevolent laugh, she invoked yet another death spell,
[Reanimate Death].
While Hecate recited the incantation, a grim metamorphosis unfolded before their eyes. The two Kronos magus who had been vanquished earlier, including the two severely wounded ones, were now reanimated, their bodies shrouded in an eerie green aura. It was clear that their abilities had been markedly bolstered.
With a resolute declaration, Hecate proclaimed, “We are not done yet!”
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