Mage Legend-Chapter 851 - 63: Finale_3

The snake-men shrank back, seeing Lynch's shadow grow larger in their eyes, like a giant connecting the heavens and earth, invincible and unstoppable. They obediently made way for him, holding their breaths, not daring to make a sound.

The snake's eyes were filled with angry blood threads; he finally understood everything at this moment, realizing the process of his step-by-step failure and the inevitable conclusion. His power and aspirations had abandoned him, leaving only a hollow shell.

Yet, he charged madly at Lynch, raising the treasured blade composed of colorful flames. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning brewed within the layers. Everyone looked up in horror at this scene, wondering if the end of the world had arrived.

The storm had gathered all its strength, holding it in its throat, waiting for the moment of final eruption. The snake was the same, stepping further and faster with each stride. In just a few breaths, he had already rushed close to Lynch.

The dark clouds opened their mouths, revealing the signs of a thunderstorm, countless lightning bolts dancing like a frenzy of snakes. The snake-men did not fear the power of lightning; they opened their arms, ready to embrace the baptism of this storm. They believed that it would bring purifying power, sending their enemies all to hell.

However, Lynch extended his hand, his movements slow yet incomparably smooth. On one side was a thunderous beheading long blade, and on the other, a frail human arm.

With a snap—or perhaps the sound only existed in the imagination of those present—Lynch grasped the snake's wrist, holding his blade aloft, unable to advance a single inch. The snake seemed frozen; his body suspended in front of Lynch, maintaining the chopping action.

"It's time to end this, serpent," Lynch said softly. As he spoke, the flame blade in the snake's hand gradually extinguished, leaving only a faint candle-like glow. The flickering flame appeared so calm and peaceful.

"You are strong, do not force me to destroy you," Lynch held tightly to the serpent's wrist, regardless of how the latter struggled, unable to move a step from that confinement. He tried to summon divine power, but found no response.

"In my domain, you have no ability to resist," Lynch lowered the serpent's wrist and began to recite a spell. His hand emitted a soft white glow, transferring to the serpent's hand with unbearable pain. Unable to withstand, the hand holding the blade finally released, dropping the weapon to the ground.

"Surrender with your snake-men and never attempt to invade again, and I will let you go," Lynch said. "Your power will be used to heal the wounds of war; this is the only form of compensation you can give."

"Never!" The serpent twisted his face, viciously squeezing out the words through clenched teeth. "The victor is king, the loser a bandit! Do you think you will always be the victor? Do you want to end this so simply, why not prepare for a battle with me?"

"A battle of gods is a terrible power struggle that will destroy everything on the earth," Lynch said. "And you have no chance to resist again; you are doomed to lose!"

"How do you know?" The serpent glanced at the racial cannon being pushed out from another tent, revealing a sinister smile. "Lynch, I want you to see your own failure. Whether human, elf, or Dwarf, they will all bow to the power of that weapon. I can't defeat you, but I can stall you for a while. Ha! Soon, your victory will become meaningless."

"I don't think so. Serpent, raise your head and look at the sky around you."

The mage towers standing across the continent received Lynch's signal, and the Great Mages quickly took action. They chanted spells in unison, resurrecting ancient arcane magics across all of Anriel. Beams of light shot from the mage towers, piercing the clouds, reaching into the deep sky.

The dark clouds on the battlefield vanished without a trace, and the powerful storm seemed to have never existed. The blue sky reappeared, and the clear sunlight dazzled, bringing warmth to the allied warriors. But the true purpose of the spell was to allow Lynch to gather enough strength.

An invisible shockwave, centered on Lynch, swept across the battlefield. It felt like a gentle breeze, only causing soldiers to blink without any discomfort.

"What is this supposed to be?" Despite the serpent's wrist being tightly held, he hysterically mocked, "Do you think a small breeze will make me surrender? Are you out of your mind?"

"No!" The mage responded, "No matter what technology you use, no matter how evilly you distort science, it no longer bears any significance. At this moment, in this place, around you and me, nothing but my spell has the right to take effect."

"You can use the racial cannon, you can summon divine power, you can resist with whatever you can think of," Lynch continued, "But without my permission, there will be no effect. What happened will be reversed, the dead will be resurrected, distortions will be corrected, only one thing will remain unchanged: I win! You lose!"

"Serpent, surrender!" Lynch said finally.

"No!" the serpent shouted in anger. But he quickly realized that he had no power left to wield, even his physical abilities vanished like stones sinking into the ocean.

"I..." the serpent stammered.

"Lynch, don't believe his words!" Regula and Zarra followed the mage, and the Martial Monk was shouting at the mage, "The guy is treacherous and untrustworthy, deception runs through his veins!"

"I know. He has already lost the last chance to surrender." Lynch laughed at the serpent. But this smile, in the serpent's eyes, was more terrifying than anything. The mage released his tightly gripped hand, quickly reaching into the air from the serpent's chest. A sphere of gas mixed with colorful light was extracted, the power the serpent had plundered from the Anriel World.

"Your future fate is endless exile," Lynch said softly. He unrolled the Dwarf's transmission device on the spot, handing the powerless serpent to the Martial Monk Regula: "Send him back where he came from."

"He no longer has the right to return to where he came from," Regula said. "I hope someday, you will understand that boundary, and then we will surely meet again."

"The ship is leaving, enough talk." Lynch waved with a smile, tossing the three fellows into the whirlpool of the space-time passage.

Then, he vanished into thin air at the center of the snake-men's position.

Without the serpent's support, the snake-men's army immediately fell into chaos. Those powerful snakes created by evil magic reverted to their ordinary state, now even their armor became a burden, let alone having the strength to resist. The giant dragons, realizing their gains were unlikely to be realized, took out their anger on the snake-man army.

The soldiers of the alliance seized the opportunity to advance, firmly grasping the winning advantage.

This was the final showdown.

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