Mage Legend

The Priest kept rubbing the Holy Emblem in his hand, softly murmuring the name of Pate Bright God, hoping to gain strength to overcome the current difficulties and fears. But what snapped him to full alertness was not the divine warning, but the loud shout from his companion, Lynch.

"Disperse the Undead! Kuboert!"

The Priest reflexively made a dispersing motion, a surge of Holy Power washed over as its center. Any action taken would help the warriors on the battlefield rid themselves of distractions and focus solely on the fight itself. Priest Kuboert's thoughts shifted from being fogged to sensing the Undead around him.

Those Undead who broke through the force field wall were annihilated in an instant. The Dispelling Power of Holy Pate remained strong, more effective than the River Water of Erutalon.

However, what Lynch could count on was not Priest Kuboert being able to use the dispersing power endlessly, but only when he heard the roaring sound of the Holy River's flowing water in his ears did he truly feel at ease.

"I just don't know how much strength is left for Fyyian, that fellow." Lynch rubbed his temples, hoping to clear his mind: "It seems the most critical moment has arrived."

Thinking of this, he used "Noise Skill." This low-level spell adapted from sound illusion technique was the first spell Lynch created. As a result, under the effect of this spell, any little sound Lynch made became deafening, even his breathing sounded like a wild wind cutting through the forest.

"Fyyian! Whatever tricks you've got left, just bring them out!" Lynch mimicked his dwarf friend Morgan's speaking tone. That berserker on the battlefield always had a way to infuriate the enemy. "You faceless creature, carrying a bunch of skinless bone frames, truly quite fitting together. However, I do hope your brain is not as empty as a skeleton's, or filled with the foul-smelling liquid of zombies. If that's all you've got, better go home early and ask those Witch Demons how to produce so-called intelligence in a hollow skull, rather than disgracing yourself here! Are all your attacks so predictable? Don't you have something new?"

Fyyian stared at the dense fog ahead, gritting his teeth, "No creativity? Repetitive? Let me show you what a real strong Undead looks like!"

With that, he pulled out the Undead Magic Bead from his bosom and chanted loudly. The bead trembled violently as if struck hard, spewing out streams of black rays.

Kuboert covered his ears; being so close to Lynch, he was almost deafened by the immense sound. The young mage kept rambling, purposely using his voice to drown out the rush of the flood behind. When Fyyian's trump card, nine Witch Demons appeared at the center of the shattered star, the Holy River had already flooded the woods beside the marshland.

Lynch altered the shape of the force field wall with his will, forming a sphere to protect both himself and Kuboert, with a large opening at the top. Several Witch Demons cast different spells, quickly dispelling the dense fog in front. However, the white water of the Holy River, like an even denser fog, was about to blanket over their heads.

"The final Magic Trap is about to activate too." Lynch, reverting his volume, said to Kuboert, "How do you feel about riding through the great flood in such a transparent boat?"

"Great, absolutely great." Kuboert replied.

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Things have been busy lately, so there hasn't been an update, I hope everyone understands, over.