Mage Legend-Chapter 357 - 28 episodes Shuangfa_3

Fyyian glanced around himself, and in the vast swamp, Lynch was the only obstruction, while his side had thousands upon thousands of undead monsters. He laughed heartily, shaking his finger at Lynch and said, "Since you’re not smart enough, you’ve lost the qualifications to be a mage! Haha, how long can you stand in front of my Fyyian’s army? One minute or two?"

"I don’t know either." Lynch still wore a smile, "So, I’m particularly eager to find out the answer."

With that, he waved his magic wand, and the dazzling blue light gathered at the tip of the powerful wand. Fyyian squinted his eyes, staring at Lynch’s actions while carefully listening to his spell pronunciation. Only this way could he identify the spell being cast.

"Lightning Spell!" Lynch used his most proficient offensive method, and surging energy flowed out, transforming into dazzling electric light aimed straight at Fyyian’s position.

"Lightning!" Fyyian waved his ring, casting the same spell aiming at Lynch. Meanwhile, the ghouls received the mental command from their master, finally breaking free and rushing toward their prey.

"When two identical spells meet, they will cancel each other out," Fyyian said. "But some great mages can devour the opponent’s spell with their own and continue their attack. Although I don’t have that ability, my ghouls can achieve the same effect."

After casting the spell, Lynch immediately stepped back. He pulled out a "Wind Creation" scroll from his sleeve, looking expectantly at the blue lightning he released.

Spells possessing magic origin power are very difficult to resist, especially when this power is controlled by Lynch alone. His spells gathered immense energy, but outwardly looked no different from ordinary ones, even when they exploded, no hints were visible. Only when facing the same spell from the magic network did it show distinctiveness.

Fyyian’s lightning didn’t hinder Lynch’s attack at all; it dissipated the moment it collided with the blue electric glow, leaving no trace behind. However, the cautious Fyyian had already retreated, hiding within the protection of the skeleton army, staying out of the lightning’s reach.

After the flash, the high temperature scorched a foot-square of land entirely, the sparking electricity making the surrounding ghouls howl in pain. But when the strong air currents of the explosion tore apart these creatures from the Undead World, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Fyyian shook off the corpse fragments from his head, looking incredulously at everything happening before him. "I didn’t expect you to have such a high attainment in evocation spells, able to combine different effects. And you possess the ability of a great mage, no wonder the Maze Spell didn’t trap you to death!" Fyyian said, "When I kill you, I’ll apologize to Kuziman."

"I’m not Kuziman’s student. Though he is indeed a great mage of evocation." Lynch didn’t understand the part about the Maze Spell at all and certainly wasn’t foolish enough to reveal his spell secrets. After finishing his scroll, he said, "The exciting part is yet to come."

There aren’t many students of the Seven Great Mages, and Lynch and Fyyian had never met each other. That’s because the robe on the elf was acquired hundreds of years ago when he was young. At that time, the great mages were not the current ones, and Lynch hadn’t even been born yet.

"No matter, I need to apologize to some great mage." Fyyian still carried strong confidence in dealing with the "young mage" in front of him: "I also have to go to the Mage Association again—such a troublesome thing."

"There’s a way to completely solve this trouble," Lynch said, "When you become like those around you, you won’t have to go to the Mage Association to find my mentor. Unlike you, I will definitely let you rest in peace."

Several approaching ghouls were blown back by the gust created by Lynch, stumbling and blocking their companions’ path.

"Your eloquence makes you fit to become an excellent Enchantment Mage, used to entice others’ minds!" Fyyian gathered the power of flames in his hands, the dazzling red glow standing out in the dark night. "Now, turn to ashes."

Just as he was about to finish casting the spell, a white pillar of fire descended from the sky, hitting him heavily. Centered on Fyyian, the surrounding undead were sent flying, with inextinguishable flames clinging to them. This was a Fire Flame Strike from Light God Pate, half of it being burning elemental power, the other half being holy power. Such flames were particularly deadly to all evil creatures and undead.

Kuboert, having finished casting the spell, kissed the holy emblem in his hands, whispering words of thanks. He slowly walked towards Lynch; without dark vision, it was hard for him to see the road ahead.

"Lynch, give me some light with a spell," he thought with some smugness, "That red flame just now was so easy to aim for."

But soon, Kuboert no longer needed to pray for light. Ahead of him, Lynch had already started attacking with all his might. Since he could replenish the energy for the powerful wand at any time, relying on the ceaseless power of magic origin, he fully displayed the attack scenes of evocation spells. The powerful wand could release fireballs, lightning, and acid arrows, and after using the Power Wall Technique to block incoming crossbow arrows, Lynch began "bombardment" with confidence and boldness.

The skeletons had never seen such a formation before. Their fragile bones would turn to powder when hit by any spell. Flying bone spikes pierced into the bodies of ghouls, and the foul-smelling green fluid, which splashed out, evaporated from the heat of the flames. The invisible force field wall made it impossible for the undead to find a path to the mage. They often felt about to feast on living flesh but crashed headfirst into a solid force field wall, helplessly falling to the ground.

"Lynch, are you hurt?" Kuboert reached the retreating Lynch, saying, "I can help heal you."

"No need, I’m not hurt." Lynch erected a firewall in front of the skeleton army, knowing those soulless bones would mindlessly walk into the fire: "Kuboert, you need to stay close to me, so you won’t hit the invisible wall."

"I understand that!" The Priest Pate seemed ten years younger on such a battlefield, the boiling blood filling him with strength. "Light Pate, I hope you hear my prayers, let this dark night sprinkle your light, reducing these undead from Hell to ashes!"

The intense flash from the Sun Sacred Emblem caught people off guard, and it was only because of the protection of the Eye of Insight that Lynch wasn’t suddenly blinded. When the light dissipated, a large open space appeared in front of the mage and priest, where all undead had been instantly wiped out.

"Kuboert, don’t easily use the dispelling power. The truly tough battle is ahead." Lynch used the powerful wand to support himself, then pointed with his finger at the halted skeleton army, "Look, the main force of the undead is coming."

In the direction of the mage’s finger, Fyyian swept off the dust and sand from himself while standing up. His fireball had offset half the power of the Flame Strike in the last moment, leaving him with only minor injuries. However, the delay at Residual Star Swamp annoyed him, and he commanded the undead magic bead hanging around his chest to deploy those strong undead creatures to the front.

The tall figures of Sword Bone Demon, Bone Marrow Suckers, and the Devourer became increasingly distinct, alongside a Burst Blood Zombie and a giant green Skeleton Naga.

"What a grand formation," Lynch said, flexing his fingers and smiling at Kuboert.

"I think the same." The priest nodded, akin to a warrior experienced in a hundred battles rather than a priest responsible for prayer affairs in the temple. He said, "Do you have a good plan?"

"Yes, I have a brilliant idea," Lynch replied, "Let’s just wait and see."

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