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Chapter 395
chapter 317 part 1
Chapter 315: The Grand Melee - A Tense Stalemate
"Lightning Strike"
Boom—
The Gray-robed Mage lifted his finger and aimed. Blue lightning condensed, forming a straight, piercing bolt that tore through the layers of Undead before him.
"Defense Blessing!"
A Paladin's pupils contracted as he roared, and a holy light appeared on his armor.
Crack!
The Lightning Strike hit the Paladin's chest armor, shattering the faint light of the blessing.
It easily pierced through the silvery-white armor, exiting through his chest and continuing toward another Paladin behind him.
"Pfft!"
Affected by the lightning, the Paladin's body went rigid with paralysis. A charred hole was clearly visible on his chest, and mouthfuls of bloody foam spilled from his silver helmet as he collapsed, his eyes filled with indignation.
In the blink of an eye!
A single 3rd Tier "Lightning Strike" had easily killed two Paladins.
The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly turned grim!
The terrifying pressure brought by a magic caster of the Heroic Realm washed over them.
3rd Tier Magic was not considered high-tier, but it was still a realm that most magic casters without true talent could only reach with their utmost effort.
The power of the same magic differs depending on the caster.
Therefore.
Even low-tier magic, when cast by powerful magic casters, would display even more terrifying power and effects!
Ultimately, it came down to the "Magic Attack" stat. In this otherworld, there was perhaps also a power bonus from the caster's dedicated research into magic.
"Gerard!"
"Liota!"
The deaths of their two comrades made the other Paladins who knew them cry out in anger.
On the other side.
"Hey, you just killed more than ten Undead in one go," the Black Armored Knight reminded him.
"What does it matter."
The Gray-robed Mage let out a hoarse, unconcerned laugh. "They were just a bunch of low-tier Undead, anyway."
"Oh, your opponent is coming."
Bang— Bang—
A silvery-white figure, like a fierce beast charging into a flock of sheep, easily slaughtered and crushed the hordes of Undead blocking the way.
"You damned scum!"
Remedios dashed forward, transforming into a streak of white light, weaving rapidly through the Undead and closing in on the two of them.
"Sky Slash!"
"Well met—Firm Strike!" Excitement flashed in the Black Armored Knight's eyes. The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked as his body vanished from sight.
In the blink of an eye.
With a powerful collision.
Remedios and the Black Armored Knight became two blurs, one white and one black, clashing in rapid combat.
Swoosh— Swoosh—
"Triple Shot!"
Black Pabel drew his bowstring. His exquisite longbow shimmered with the light of magic power, and arrow after arrow shot out in straight lines toward the Gray-robed Mage.
"Swarm of Insects!"
The Gray-robed Mage calmly waved his staff.
A dense swarm of thumb-sized bugs, like a dark cloud, materialized at his side. It formed a shield of insects that blocked the three incoming arrows.
Moreover, the insect swarm did not disperse. It continued to circle the Gray-robed Mage, forming a power similar to defensive magic.
"Fireball!" The Gray-robed Mage waved his staff again.
A crimson light gathered, and a head-sized, oval fireball engulfed in roiling flames shot toward Black Pabel.
"Exploding Arrow!"
Black Pabel's frighteningly sharp gaze emitted a cold chill. Although the fireball was extremely fast, it was nowhere near the speed of lightning.
With his eagle-like vision.
Black Pabel easily locked onto the fireball's trajectory and fired his arrow.
He absolutely could not let the fireball land in the crowd; an explosion would cause mass casualties.
Swoosh—Boom!
The fireball exploded in mid-air, creating a heatwave that, incidentally, sent some of the nearby Undead flying, even engulfing them and turning them to ash.
"No ordinary archer."
"A troublesome fellow."
The Gray-robed Mage's dull, yellowish eyes flickered, his somewhat murky gaze immediately noticing something.
He saw!
Amidst the chaotic melee, three figures were approaching his position at an extremely high speed.
"Red" Orland, Gagaran, and Clementine!
The Undead blocking their path were just like with the Holy Knight Order's captain earlier—completely unable to hinder them.
Especially Clementine, clad in a black robe with a slender figure. Her speed far surpassed the other two, and she exuded a sense of danger that made the Gray-robed Mage's hair stand on end.
However—
The moment the Gray-robed Mage saw Clementine's somewhat crazed smile, he was visibly stunned.
"Is this also part of the plan?"
The Gray-robed Mage muttered to himself, "Fifth Tier Undead Summoning—Heavy Armored Skeleton Warriors!"
A blue magic circle appeared at his feet.
Undead with thicker, sturdier bones and covered head to toe in armor emerged from the magic circle.
Under the Gray-robed Mage's command, they immediately engaged Clementine in battle.
"I understand the Alliance Leader's thoughts less and less."
Seeing Clementine fighting the Heavy Armored Skeleton Warriors to a standstill, a sharp glint flashed in the Gray-robed Mage's eyes.
The tremors on the ground grew closer.
Gagaran and "Red" Orland had already arrived nearby.
"Let's take out this magic caster first!" Gagaran shouted.
"Right!"
"Red" Orland grinned fiercely. Holding a weapon in each hand, he lowered his body and accelerated his mad dash.
Seeing the human and demi-human teaming up.
"Tsk tsk, This Old One is truly moved by your spirit. Unfortunately, your opponent is not me."
The Gray-robed Mage sneered.
Thud— Thud— Thud!
A tall, black knight, about 2.3 meters in height, came striding from behind at a full run, holding a black curved longsword in one hand and a black tower shield in the other.
Every footstep made the ground tremble!
A chilling aura flooded the battlefield, causing the hot temperature to drop by several degrees. It even seemed to dispel some of the rotting stench that filled the air.
From within the demon-horned helmet, a pair of crimson eyes on a rotting face flickered continuously, as if blinking.
A thick malice and hatred for the living sent a terrifying sense of fear through the hearts of all the humans on the battlefield.
"Death Knight!!"
A voice filled with astonishment and terror rang out across the battlefield.
Everyone subconsciously looked toward the terrifying figure charging toward them. Its dense, negative-attribute aura and the intimidating presence that came with its high level...
...made the hands and feet of some Paladins and Priests with weaker temperaments turn cold, their bodies growing stiff.
Chapter 315: The Grand Melee - A Tense Stalemate
"Lightning Strike"
Boom—
The Gray-robed Mage lifted his finger and aimed. Blue lightning condensed, forming a straight, piercing bolt that tore through the layers of Undead before him.
"Defense Blessing!"
A Paladin's pupils contracted as he roared, and a holy light appeared on his armor.
Crack!
The Lightning Strike hit the Paladin's chest armor, shattering the faint light of the blessing.
It easily pierced through the silvery-white armor, exiting through his chest and continuing toward another Paladin behind him.
"Pfft!"
Affected by the lightning, the Paladin's body went rigid with paralysis. A charred hole was clearly visible on his chest, and mouthfuls of bloody foam spilled from his silver helmet as he collapsed, his eyes filled with indignation.
In the blink of an eye!
A single 3rd Tier "Lightning Strike" had easily killed two Paladins.
The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly turned grim!
The terrifying pressure brought by a magic caster of the Heroic Realm washed over them.
3rd Tier Magic was not considered high-tier, but it was still a realm that most magic casters without true talent could only reach with their utmost effort.
The power of the same magic differs depending on the caster.
Therefore.
Even low-tier magic, when cast by powerful magic casters, would display even more terrifying power and effects!
Ultimately, it came down to the "Magic Attack" stat. In this otherworld, there was perhaps also a power bonus from the caster's dedicated research into magic.
"Gerard!"
"Liota!"
The deaths of their two comrades made the other Paladins who knew them cry out in anger.
On the other side.
"Hey, you just killed more than ten Undead in one go," the Black Armored Knight reminded him.
"What does it matter."
The Gray-robed Mage let out a hoarse, unconcerned laugh. "They were just a bunch of low-tier Undead, anyway."
"Oh, your opponent is coming."
Bang— Bang—
A silvery-white figure, like a fierce beast charging into a flock of sheep, easily slaughtered and crushed the hordes of Undead blocking the way.
"You damned scum!"
Remedios dashed forward, transforming into a streak of white light, weaving rapidly through the Undead and closing in on the two of them.
"Sky Slash!"
"Well met—Firm Strike!" Excitement flashed in the Black Armored Knight's eyes. The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked as his body vanished from sight.
In the blink of an eye.
With a powerful collision.
Remedios and the Black Armored Knight became two blurs, one white and one black, clashing in rapid combat.
Swoosh— Swoosh—
"Triple Shot!"
Black Pabel drew his bowstring. His exquisite longbow shimmered with the light of magic power, and arrow after arrow shot out in straight lines toward the Gray-robed Mage.
"Swarm of Insects!"
The Gray-robed Mage calmly waved his staff.
A dense swarm of thumb-sized bugs, like a dark cloud, materialized at his side. It formed a shield of insects that blocked the three incoming arrows.
Moreover, the insect swarm did not disperse. It continued to circle the Gray-robed Mage, forming a power similar to defensive magic.
"Fireball!" The Gray-robed Mage waved his staff again.
A crimson light gathered, and a head-sized, oval fireball engulfed in roiling flames shot toward Black Pabel.
"Exploding Arrow!"
Black Pabel's frighteningly sharp gaze emitted a cold chill. Although the fireball was extremely fast, it was nowhere near the speed of lightning.
With his eagle-like vision.
Black Pabel easily locked onto the fireball's trajectory and fired his arrow.
He absolutely could not let the fireball land in the crowd; an explosion would cause mass casualties.
Swoosh—Boom!
The fireball exploded in mid-air, creating a heatwave that, incidentally, sent some of the nearby Undead flying, even engulfing them and turning them to ash.
"No ordinary archer."
"A troublesome fellow."
The Gray-robed Mage's dull, yellowish eyes flickered, his somewhat murky gaze immediately noticing something.
He saw!
Amidst the chaotic melee, three figures were approaching his position at an extremely high speed.
"Red" Orland, Gagaran, and Clementine!
The Undead blocking their path were just like with the Holy Knight Order's captain earlier—completely unable to hinder them.
Especially Clementine, clad in a black robe with a slender figure. Her speed far surpassed the other two, and she exuded a sense of danger that made the Gray-robed Mage's hair stand on end.
However—
The moment the Gray-robed Mage saw Clementine's somewhat crazed smile, he was visibly stunned.
"Is this also part of the plan?"
The Gray-robed Mage muttered to himself, "Fifth Tier Undead Summoning—Heavy Armored Skeleton Warriors!"
A blue magic circle appeared at his feet.
Undead with thicker, sturdier bones and covered head to toe in armor emerged from the magic circle.
Under the Gray-robed Mage's command, they immediately engaged Clementine in battle.
"I understand the Alliance Leader's thoughts less and less."
Seeing Clementine fighting the Heavy Armored Skeleton Warriors to a standstill, a sharp glint flashed in the Gray-robed Mage's eyes.
The tremors on the ground grew closer.
Gagaran and "Red" Orland had already arrived nearby.
"Let's take out this magic caster first!" Gagaran shouted.
"Right!"
"Red" Orland grinned fiercely. Holding a weapon in each hand, he lowered his body and accelerated his mad dash.
Seeing the human and demi-human teaming up.
"Tsk tsk, This Old One is truly moved by your spirit. Unfortunately, your opponent is not me."
The Gray-robed Mage sneered.
Thud— Thud— Thud!
A tall, black knight, about 2.3 meters in height, came striding from behind at a full run, holding a black curved longsword in one hand and a black tower shield in the other.
Every footstep made the ground tremble!
A chilling aura flooded the battlefield, causing the hot temperature to drop by several degrees. It even seemed to dispel some of the rotting stench that filled the air.
From within the demon-horned helmet, a pair of crimson eyes on a rotting face flickered continuously, as if blinking.
A thick malice and hatred for the living sent a terrifying sense of fear through the hearts of all the humans on the battlefield.
"Death Knight!!"
A voice filled with astonishment and terror rang out across the battlefield.
Everyone subconsciously looked toward the terrifying figure charging toward them. Its dense, negative-attribute aura and the intimidating presence that came with its high level...
...made the hands and feet of some Paladins and Priests with weaker temperaments turn cold, their bodies growing stiff.
