Mage Legend

On the Anriel Continent, countless poems once praised the rushing rivers and the gentle streams, and there was also heroic music depicting the relentless disasters of water and fire. However, Lynch felt there should be a poem to commemorate the greatness of the "Residual Star Swamp Flood."

Seeing the flood charging like a thousand white stallions, Fyyian immediately sensed danger. His first command was to have his liches erect an ice wall in the path of the approaching flood to divert the water, possibly imbued with sacred power, away from the undead army.

The liches immediately executed the order, constructing an inverted "V" shaped ice wall in an attempt to split the flood in two.

"Will it be this easy?" Lynch said with a smile. Although the temporary field boat he crafted was spinning uncontrollably on the water, making it impossible to aim spells, activating a prepared magic array was merely a matter of reciting a few spells.

Fyyian suddenly realized with shock that the entire Residual Star Swamp was surrounded by a massive magic light ring, with flickering texts and talismans predicting unknown dangers. Since the Undead Magic Bead could only summon the sealed undead within and not retract them, he couldn't immediately withdraw his army, which had already rushed to the center of the swamp. The Face Ruining Elf, unable to find a suitable solution, could only hurriedly cast various protection spells on himself. In his haste, he couldn't ascertain the function of this magic array.

The magic array's light flickered one last time, then suddenly all went dark. The ground of the entire Residual Star Swamp seemed to be stomped by a Titan Giant, shaking violently and then sinking, with countless small holes emerging from the land.

The rushing flood, before it could crash into the liches' ice wall, was guided underground by the magic array. Through channels Lynch had dug with magic, it bypassed to directly beneath the undead army. It became powerful fountains, bursting from the ground and unleashing the fury of the entire Elf Kingdom upon these undead.

The white spray blurred everyone's vision, and the sound of a thousand fountains drowned out all other noises. Even if the Banshees were to screech, it would seem insignificant amid the roar.

"Not good!" Fyyian managed only to utter this before being overturned by a water jet beneath him. He only felt a bit of impact, but his undead subordinates were not so fortunate.

The waters of Erutalon immediately vented long-held grievances against these undead, washing these invading enemies with powerful holy power. White smoke continuously emanated from these creatures from the Death World, causing them to raise their arms in vain, struggling incessantly.

Witches and Skeleton Nagas, who knew some spells, sought to fly up, but forming the ice wall delayed them. When the flood surged beneath them, they had only just begun their incantations. Although having lost their senses as undead, these creatures found "weakness" in holy water. As they deeply felt the agony of being slowly dissolved, the flight spell was already distorted and ineffective.

Without the continuous fortification by the liches, the ice wall soon collapsed, and the artificial flood crashed down, engulfing all the undead. Skeletons and zombies futilely struggled, splashing water upwards but only accelerating their own submersion. The power of the holy water completely enveloped them, purging the last vestiges of necromancy from their marrow, turning into azure smoke and disappearing into the sky.

Even the powerful undead, the liches, could only hold on for a while longer, but when Kuboert floated near them, their last hope was dashed. Lynch skillfully suppressed the undead's final spell attack, giving the Priest ample time. When the dispelling power erupted, these greatly weakened liches could no longer exist in this world.

"I feel very good now." Kuboert showed no signs of fatigue from using holy power, he said, "This time, the number of undead eliminated was so great that it might even earn my name a place in the annals of the Pate Temple."