Chapter 133: Mage’s Battle
The air was filled with the smell of scorching heat and burning, and the wind, rain, and clouds could no longer penetrate this area.
Marymana’s pale purple multi-layered protective shields cracked one by one under the high temperature. Undeterred, she stared intently at the figure hidden in the night and embers in the sky, clad in a black robe. With a grab, the spellbook made of Aether turned from illusion to reality.
Without incantations, without casting gestures, and without using any materials, the moment Marymana’s slender fingers touched the spellbook, it turned into fragments and disappeared. Hundreds of brilliant, colorful lights appeared behind her and then shot towards the figure.
However, the other party merely raised a hand slightly, and his figure immediately became erratic. All the colorful lights flew past him, failing to harm him in the slightest.
Seeing this, Marymana was not discouraged. The spell of myriad colored beams served as a cover for her subsequent magic. She recited the last segment of the incantation, and an even more magnificent and ancient spellbook appeared in her hand.
Marymana held the spellbook and pointed her hand at the enemy.
“Level five magic, Gravity Collapse!”
Without any warning, the moment the spell took effect, the black-robed figure felt incredibly heavy, and everything around him seemed to compress him. His internal organs, flesh, and bones were squeezed together. He could even hear the cracking of his own bones and the mournful cries of his overloaded internal organs.
He clicked his tongue lightly and allowed his body to be compressed by the magic into a ball of flesh no larger than a fruit pit. Then, at a distance of thirty meters, the wind surged, and shortly after, the black-robed figure reappeared.
“As expected of an Archmage from the White Bird Association, you’re much more troublesome than I anticipated.”
He deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice, simultaneously drawing out a black magic staff with no prominent features. He waved his hand, summoning a fierce storm that swept with flames, hail, lightning, and debris, completely trapping Marymana.
He then scattered seven precious gems of different colors, each shining with a unique luster. They shattered simultaneously, releasing liquid fire that flowed along the storm towards Marymana.
Marymana’s expression remained unchanged. Her ruby-like pupils seemed to contain dense incantations. She made a light sweep, creating a portal in the void. Stepping forward, she entered it, and neither the storm, the flames, the lightning, nor the liquid fire could touch her.
This was not the end. Marymana closed the portal and instantly appeared before the black-robed figure. The spellbook in her hand transformed into a glowing short sword forged from Aether. She held the short sword and slashed at the black-robed figure.
The black-robed figure did not dare to be careless and escaped Marymana’s attack range with an Advanced Teleportation.
Having driven back her opponent, Marymana took a deep breath, her attention still fixed on the black-robed figure in the distance, not daring to be distracted for a moment.
The opponent’s strength was on par with hers. However, considering that he mostly used magic from the elemental path, it was also possible that he was deliberately using magic he was not skilled at to hide his identity.
Such a powerful mage, in the Leicester area, apart from the Lagovin Family and Sorcery Anomalies Hand, there would probably be no one else. And if the scope were expanded to the southwestern part of Arthur’s native land, there would likely only be a few individuals.
Was it Alfred? Or Sir William? Or perhaps the forest ranger of the Budan House?
Daring to openly attack a Kingdom-honored Archmage, while also attempting to seize what rightfully belonged to the royal family, regardless of the opponent’s identity, this was a very bad situation.
“Who exactly are you?” Marymana asked her final question.
The black-robed figure sneered, remaining silent. Instead, he took out a very rough and slightly dirty hemp rope.
As expected, there was no reply. Marymana’s expression turned serious.
Since that was the case, there was no need to hold back any longer.
With a wave of her hand, hundreds of spellbooks in different styles materialized from illusions behind her, radiating light simultaneously.
*
Edward cautiously scurried across the rooftops, making no sound.
For some reason, the Old Town was now shrouded in a thin mist. Edward knew this was very advantageous for him, as long as he carefully avoided those Transcendent beings.
Especially those Transcendent beings from the Wolf Pack Club who had the same path and class as him.
Edward could easily smell the vile, beast-like odor emanating from them. Similarly, they should be able to smell his presence.
Once upon a time, Edward was also a member of the club. Because of his seriously ill daughter, a desperate and helpless Edward found himself at the gambling table in the Wolf Pack Club’s underground casino. It was a very special gamble. If he won, Edward could take away the bet of one hundred Pound Sterling. If he lost, he would have to drink wolf blood and serve the club for life.
It was a tragic defeat. Edward, with no gambling experience, lost everything in front of the seasoned dealer. Afterward, someone informed him that no one had ever won against the club in that gamble.
Edward was forced to sign his name on a contract. He sold his soul, himself, and everything he had.
Edward had forgotten most of what happened afterward. It seemed that at some point, he was summoned by the club’s administrator. The administrator pointed to two people dressed in black and said: “They are your new superiors, you are free.”
Freedom? Heh…
Did a stray wild dog deserve to be called free? Edward found it extremely ironic.
He suddenly stopped moving, jumped down from the slippery rooftop, and peered into the astonishing scene unfolding in the mist from the gap between two houses.
It was a confrontation between two groups of Transcendent beings. On one side were the lackeys of the Wolf Pack Club, numbering many, between twenty and thirty people. On the other side were Transcendent beings of various attires and races, numbering less than ten.
Based on Edward’s understanding of the club, this should have been a crushing victory. Because while the club members might be considered weak individually, they could cooperate like a wolf pack to hunt their prey.
However, the reality was that this group of Transcendent beings from the Wolf Pack Club was being slaughtered by these Transcendent beings of unknown origin, leaving them disheveled and their flesh and blood flying. In just a few rounds, the club had lost one-third of its members and had to quickly scatter and retreat to avoid further losses.
Not the investigators from the Disciplinary Bureau, nor those high-and-mighty mages, nor the Holy Church devotees… Since when did Leicester have such powerful Transcendent groups?
Edward thought of the outsiders the Disciplinary Bureau had brought in to replace them, and of the White studio mentioned by that strange mage…
His hair stood on end, and he bolted.
If these people were after him, after that Stone Egg, then Edward could only do his best to avoid meeting them. Otherwise, if he were focused on, he would certainly have no hope of escape.
