Chapter 247 Chapter 41 Death Magic
Saint Rank powerhouses are often called Sacred Domain powerhouses, not only referring to the Sacred Domains they control, but also because after stepping into the Saint Rank, both their life level and their mastery of power and elements will be in a completely different realm than before.
Standing above the Sacred Domain, even the most ordinary Saint Rank powerhouse possesses the strength to defeat a legion of thousands alone. Even the Royal Guard who called himself the “Sword of the Kingdom” that Verafia had encountered, with the help of a strange substance that even she could not comprehend, was only considered a Saint Rank to a certain extent, with quite a distance to go in reality.
Verafia looked at Edgeworth, his Saint Domain still expanding beside him, and the surrounding elements were condensed into runes, with even shadows accumulating Saint-level magic.
Verafia crossed her arms, her youthful lips curled, but she let out a soft hum: “So, you think that the person who created this domain has already been captured by you?”
This was not because Verafia did not believe in Edgeworth’s strength. On the contrary, this “Hand of the Storm” could be considered powerful among all the Saint Ranks she had seen. However, just as she had said to Igret last night, how could the person who brought forth the domain of the Black-winged Monarch, lost for a hundred years, be an ordinary character?
What’s more, when she came here, she not only felt a familiar ripple, but Verafia had always found the demonic power of the undead in this domain to be strange…
As the young girl and the Archmage conversed, magic crystals formed by the spirit of the Netherfrost Bone Dragon transformed into magic power drifted down. The pure white crystals were entwined with pure death magic, but their surfaces were frosty white like bones. Verafia’s golden eyes narrowed slightly as she looked up.
Hearing Verafia’s dismissive voice, Edgeworth frowned and snorted unhappily.
“Miss Phoenix, do you think this is a trap set for me? Ridiculous. If, as you say, that person can control everything, then why didn’t he take this domain away earlier…”
But Edgeworth’s voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes, wide open, showed surprise.
“Edgeworth, thank you! The passage connecting this domain to the outside world has been cut off!” A mage, who had obviously also sensed the spatial trace being severed, ran over in a hurry.
Although the Death Domain and the continent of Aslandt were not in the same time and space, there was a connecting portal between them for communication. It was through this portal that Edgeworth and the others had arrived here.
“Why the panic!”
Edgeworth waved his big hand and raised his head solemnly, saying: “Hmph, even if it is as Miss Vera said, that someone is causing trouble, but in the place where my Saint Domain is activated, even if he is also of Saint Rank, he will absolutely have no chance of winning!”
Just then, magic crystals, like thick snow petals, fell from the sky, and the adventurers on the ground excitedly scrambled for the post-battle drops, with some even fighting with envy.
“This magic power has the concept of Anderdun, but similar to what I saw before… it’s mixed with other people’s magic power.”
Verafia thought quickly, her beautiful eyes, like burning golden flames, reflecting a falling magic crystal. Verafia suddenly understood what she had been feeling strange about.
“Igret, don’t touch this magic power, dodge quickly!”
Verafia shouted urgently, pushing the young man in front of her with her slender hand. Beside her delicate body, pure and immaculate golden flames instantly ignited, burning away the falling snow-like surroundings.
But more frosty white magic crystals continued to fall. The “Hand of the Storm,” Edgeworth, looked up sharply, his solemn face showing horror. He swung his staff, stirring up the completely stormy magic in space, but the power, surging like a tsunami, withered away the moment it touched the frosty white crystals.
Edgeworth could not avoid it and was branded by the frosty white magic crystals. The Saint-level Archmage instantly showed pain, and under his mage robe, his skin and flesh spread with withered deathliness, devouring his vitality, and his body also hunched down, kneeling on the ground.
Countless pure magic powers fell like goose feathers and heavy snow. The Saint Domain activated by the “Hand of the Storm” withered in almost an instant. Even the magic runes he had cast earlier were all shattered by this surging deathly magic!
All of this happened in just an instant. The adventurers who had snatched the magic crystals on the ground all showed pain, their flesh and bones, and vitality were instantly stripped away, turning into bare white bones.
Igret, who was pushed away by Verafia, had the temporary flame enhancement of the young girl, which burned away a few approaching magic powers. Igret raised his eyes with effort. Edgeworth’s magic ship was already riddled with holes at this moment, and he personally witnessed how many high-level mages had turned into white bones in just a moment.
Even some of the Lion’s Pursuit Adventuring Party, including Lang En and the previously white-armored knight Omi, could not escape this disaster. Igret wanted to lend a hand but was powerless, so he could only grit his teeth and shout.
“Young Lady, this is!”
“Anderdun, that is to say, the death magic of the Black-winged Monarch! But, it contains something else, it’s being manipulated! Damn it, I know what this person wants to do!”
Verafia’s voice was very clear, even in the noisy and chaotic environment.
Even with all his powerful Saint-level magic power surging madly, Edgeworth could not erase the hundreds and thousands of death imprints branded upon him. The Saint-level mage knelt on one knee, his pained voice gradually becoming hoarse, his face withered like a dead body, and his hand supporting the ground had almost become dry bone.
With the most fundamental power of the Black-winged Monarch’s level, even Saint Rank could hardly resist. Even Verafia had to use her most fundamental flame to burn it.
The magic ship was already dilapidated by the impact of magic alone. Verafia held the railing with her slender hands to stabilize herself, her cheek raised as she looked at the magic crystals falling like a blizzard, her eyes flashing with beautiful golden flames.
“As expected, the person who could create the Black-winged Monarch’s domain had already controlled this area… I knew the magic power in those undead magical beasts not only had a gap with Anderdun, but also leaked away for no reason.”
As for his purpose, it was more or less what she and Igret had said, which was to use the tens of thousands of professionals in this domain, including the Saint-level mage Edgeworth, to completely activate the remnant spirit of the Black-winged Monarch here!
Blizzard-like magic crystals fell, and each strand took the life of a struggling elite adventurer.
Verafia had once wondered what means the other party would use to contend with a Saint Rank and nearly ten thousand professionals. In this way, he directly controlled this domain of the Black-winged Monarch.
It should be known that to contend with an elite legion of ten thousand people, even for a completely immortal being, it would not be easy. But for the Black-winged Monarch, who was named after “Death” and “War,” it was merely a matter of raising his arm and using his “Authority.”
