Chapter 1793: Weather Anomaly
“This should be an avatar of a divine envoy, a powerful ability used only by the top powerhouses in the Grand Churches. They are not monsters, so please calm down,” a commentator who understood the situation explained.
Upon hearing this, everyone finally understood. Although they didn’t know what divine envoy transformation or Angel Form was, they were happy as long as the fight was exciting. The beam cross-reference between Jayad and the Archmage was earth-shattering, opening their eyes.
The commotion was not limited to the venue. Soon, a colossal Ancient Dragon, entirely dark iron in color, flew from the distant horizon. A Royal Knight clad in golden armor sat atop it.
It was the Champion Knight chosen by all the Goddesses of Rome. She had also been alerted, but she did not disturb the two fighters. Instead, she landed the Steel Dragon on a nearby mountain peak and watched their battle quietly.
Soon, the sunlight dimmed, and the battle of light beams on both sides concluded. Since it was essentially the Archmage fighting himself, neither side had an advantage.
However, unleashing such a powerful spell, especially a double strike, was too much even for the Archmage in his Angel Form. His Divine Power had significantly decreased, and the previously majestic and irresistible aura had also diminished considerably.
Since the Archmage was in a weakened state after unleashing his ultimate move, it was Jayad’s turn to attack. He chanted an incantation, and countless golden light swords formed in mid-air before raining down on the Archmage in a vast sword shower.
I rarely saw Older Brother Jayad use such wide-ranging, large-scale divine spell attacks before. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, but it was against his character to be so ostentatious within Cando City. And when in the wilderness, there were often people around, so I rarely went hunting with him.
Things were different now. He was using a fake identity, and the Archmage opposite him was a formidable opponent who couldn’t be defeated without full effort. Therefore, Older Brother Jayad no longer held back.
The golden sword rain, like a fierce storm, effortlessly pierced the Archmage’s shield, targeting his luxurious red robe and riddling it with holes.
“Wow! Player Norton’s sword rain is incredibly powerful! Even Master Pisako, who has transformed into a divine envoy, seems unable to withstand it. Is Master Pisako going to be eliminated?” one commentator shouted.
Another, with a calmer voice, continued, “Although we don’t know why the two players chose to duel in the second round, they only have half an hour left. If they do not finish their battle and return to Cando City within this time, both players will be eliminated.”
At this moment, the nervous audience could see that although the Archmage appeared to have been pierced by ten thousand swords, he was not dead. The torn clothes were quickly repaired, and his body was still moving.
Jayad, standing right in front of him, could sense that the Archmage’s strength was growing. The Divine Power he had just lost was being converted into the Archmage’s Divine Power through the light swords he had fired.
This was because the Divine Powers on both sides were originally very similar and could be easily absorbed and converted. The previous Archmage would never have done such a thing; he would have considered it blasphemy.
However, the Archmage in his Angel Form had almost completely lost his humanity, leaving only cold, merciless divinity. He was now, as Jayad had said, just an emotionless judgment machine, using whatever method was effective as long as it didn’t violate order.
Jayad decisively stopped the light swords and switched tactics. He began to sing an incantation: “Dark Heavenly God, Lord of the Night, God of Darkness and the Unseen, Guardian of the North, I implore the winds, rains, and thunders of the era of destruction!”
The sky darkened, and thick dark clouds obscured the sun. Jayad attempted to cut off the Archmage’s source of power. Then, a hurricane swept through the sky, accompanied by torrential rain and lightning.
Strangely, all these miracles that changed the weather only affected the area around the Archmage. The venue, more than ten miles away, was completely unaffected, even though the people there could see the oppressive dark clouds and crackling lightning in the distance.
At the same time, they could hear the rumbling thunder from afar and see the downpour on the projection screens. This power, akin to a disaster, thrilled the audience.
With the Weather Anomaly spell, combined with the Authorities of the gods Hastur and Tezcatlipoca, Jayad could finally summon wind and rain. And this was no ordinary wind and rain.
The torrential downpour washed over the dueling ground, which was disadvantageous for the Archmage, who specialized in fire-based spells. His red robe was completely drenched.
In addition, a furious hurricane continuously buffeted the Archmage, as if trying to blow his soul away. Streaks of silver lightning repeatedly struck him; he could only withstand them with the tough body of his Angel Form.
His body emitted dazzling sunlight, and the high temperature evaporated all the surrounding rainwater. The strong winds and lightning were also blocked outside a layer of sunlight.
A fireball, resembling a star, appeared in the Archmage’s embrace. Its appearance and characteristics were very similar to a star, except for its smaller size.
As he pushed this tiny sun forward, it rapidly expanded, eventually breaking through the clouds and sweeping away the surrounding dark clouds. The most threatening downpour and lightning vanished without a trace.
Eternal Sun, or Rising Sun Technique – an artificially created simulated star to illuminate the surrounding darkness and purify the environment. Older Brother Jayad had also used it not long ago, further proving that the divine spells on both sides were indeed very similar.
Jayad, of course, had more tricks up his sleeve. Seeing that his clouds had been breached by the man-made sun, he immediately recited the next passage of his prayer: “Lord of the deep space galaxy, the Unspeakable…”
However, he had barely finished half of it when the Archmage suddenly raised his handless fist holding the small hammer and shouted, “Silence!” Then, he struck nothingness with the hammer.
It was as if a pedestal appeared in the air, and the small hammer struck it with a crisp sound. Instantly, Jayad was silenced, his prayer forcibly interrupted.
It wasn’t just Jayad. Even those in the venue who heard the sound of the hammer striking the invisible pedestal fell into complete silence. Most of the guests opened their mouths but could not make a sound.
Only a few strong individuals could forcibly break through the restriction and speak, but this was because the Edict of Silence was a secondary power transmitted through the projection screen. Its primary target was Jayad; others were merely caught in the backlash.
It was equivalent to the Archmage releasing a powerful area-of-effect silence spell, forcibly sealing Older Brother Jayad’s incantation and preventing him from using divine spells.
Since the beginning, Jayad’s divine spells had been endless and caught the Archmage off guard. Therefore, the Archmage decided to resolve the problem permanently by casting a great silence spell. The effect was outstanding, and he could finally stop worrying about the myriad of strange divine spells.
