Mage Legend

"I don't know either." Lynch still wore a smile: "So I'm particularly eager to know the answer."

Finishing his words, he waved his magic wand, and an intense blue light gathered at the tip of the Powerful Wand. Fyyian squinted, watching Lynch's actions, while carefully listening to the pronunciation of his spells. Only by doing so could he discern which spell Lynch was casting.

"Lightning Spell!" Lynch used his favorite method of attack, surging energy rushed out, transforming into dazzling lightning aiming straight at Fyyian's location.

"Lightning!" Fyyian waved his ring, casting the same spell targeting Lynch. Meanwhile, the ghouls received their master's mental command, finally unleashed to charge at their prey.

"When two identical spells meet, they cancel each other out," Fyyian said. "But some Great Mages can devour the opponent's spell with their own and continue the attack. Although I lack that ability, my ghouls will achieve the same effect."

After casting the spell, Lynch immediately retreated. He pulled out a "Wind Creation" scroll from his sleeve, looking expectantly at the blue lightning he released.

Spells possessing the Magic Origin Power are extremely difficult to resist, especially when this Origin Power is in Lynch's hands alone. His spells aggregated massive energy, but to an outsider, they seemed ordinary; even if they exploded, it was hard to discern the difference. Only when faced with identical spells from the Magic Network did their uniqueness show.

Fyyian's lightning did not hinder Lynch's attack at all. It vanished as soon as it collided with the blue light, leaving no trace. However, the cautious Fyyian had already retreated, taking cover within the protection of his skeleton army, well out of the lightning's reach.

After the flash, the intense heat fully scorched a square foot of ground, causing the surrounding ghouls to howl in pain from the dancing electric sparks. But when the powerful blast wave tore those creatures from the Undead World into pieces, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Fyyian brushed off the fallen corpse pieces from his head and gazed at the unfolding scene in disbelief. "I didn't expect you to possess such mastery over Evocation Spells, capable of combining different effects. And to have the capabilities of a Great Mage, no wonder the Maze Spell didn't trap you to death!" Fyyian said, "When I kill you, I'll apologize to Kuziman on your behalf."

"I'm not Kuziman's student. Though he is indeed a Great Mage in Evocation." Lynch completely missed the part about the Maze Spell, and he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal the secrets of his spells. After finishing with the scroll in hand, he said, "The best is yet to come."

The students of the Seven Great Mages were few, yet Lynch and Fyyian had never met each other. That was because the robe on the elf had been obtained hundreds of years ago when he was young. At that time, the Great Mages were not who they are now, and Lynch had not yet been born.

"No matter what, I must apologize to a Great Mage," Fyyian said, still brimming with confidence in handling the "junior mage" before him, "and I'll inevitably make a trip to the Mage Association—a troublesome affair indeed."

"There's one way to completely solve this trouble," Lynch said. "When you become like those things beside you, you won't need to go to the Mage Association to find my mentor. Unlike you, I will ensure you rest peacefully."

A few ghouls that advanced were blown back by the raging wind Lynch conjured; they staggered, blocking the path for their companions.

"Your eloquence is enough to make you an excellent Enchantment Mage—capable of tempting others' hearts!" Fyyian's hands gathered the power of flame, the dazzling red light particularly striking in the dark night. "Now, turn to ash."

Before he could finish casting the spell, a white pillar of flame descended from the sky, crashing onto him heavily. Centered on Fyyian, the surrounding undead were flung into the air, covered in flames that couldn't be extinguished. This was Fire Flame Strike from Light God Pate, half composed of burning Elemental Power and half Holy Power. For all evil beings and undead, such flames were even more deadly.

Kuboert, having completed the spell, kissed the Holy Emblem in his hand gently, murmuring words of thanks. He slowly walked toward Lynch but found it hard to see the path ahead without Dark Vision.

"Lynch, cast a spell to light the way for me again." He felt rather proud, "That red flame was so easy to target just now."

But soon, Kuboert didn't need to pray for light anymore. In front of him, Lynch was already launching a full attack. Able to replenish the energy for the Powerful Wand at any time, leveraging the unending Magic Origin Power, the mage fully displayed the attack scenes of Evocation Spells. The Powerful Wand could unleash Fireballs, Lightning, and Acid Arrows. After using the Power Wall Technique to shield against incoming Crossbow Arrows, Lynch boldly began the "bombardment."

The skeletons had never seen such a scene; their fragile bones would turn to dust when hit by any spell. Flying bone shards pierced into the ghouls' bodies, and the green fetid juices evaporated in fiery heat just as they splashed out. The invisible force field wall prevented the undead creatures from finding a path to approach the mage. Often, when they felt they were about to tear into living flesh with abandon, they crashed into a solid force field wall, helplessly falling to the ground.

"Lynch, are you injured?" Kuboert came to Lynch, who had been retreating, and said, "I can help heal you."

"No need, I'm not injured." Lynch raised a firewall in front of the skeleton army, knowing these soulless bones would foolishly walk straight into the fire. "Kuboert, you need to stay by my side to avoid running into the invisible wall."

"I understand that now!" Priest Pate seemed ten years younger in this battlefield, the boiling blood filling him with strength. "O Light God Pate, I hope you hear my prayer; let your light pour over this black night, turning these undead from Hell to ash!"

The intense flash from the Sun Sacred Emblem caught everyone off guard, and fortunately, the protection from the Eye of Insight prevented Lynch from suddenly losing sight. When the light faded, a large clearing was left before the mage and priest—all of the undead had been instantly annihilated.

"Kuboert, don't casually use the dispelling power. The real tough battles are ahead." Lynch supported himself with the Powerful Wand, then pointed to the skeleton army that had halted its advance: "Look, the main force of the undead is arriving."

In the direction Lynch pointed, Fyyian stood up while brushing off dust and sand. In the last moments, his Fireball had offset half the power of the Flame Strike and didn't cause him much harm. However, the delay at the Residual Star Swamp irritated him, and he commanded the Undead Magic Bead hanging on his chest, sending the powerful undead creatures to the forefront.

The tall figures of Sword Bone Demon, Bone Marrow Suckers, and Devourer slowly became clear, and beside them were Burst Blood Zombies and a giant green Skeleton Naga.

"Quite an imposing array," Lynch flexed his fingers and said to Kuboert with a smile.

"I share the same view," Priest nodded, as if a battle-scarred warrior rather than a cleric responsible for prayers in the temple. He asked, "Got any good plan?"

"Yes, I have a brilliant idea," Lynch said. "We only need to wait and see."