Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 520 - 518: Battle on the Blade Edge
Chapter 520: Chapter 518: Battle on the Blade Edge
It was clear that this time the Black Beard Beast was even more ferocious, its large mouth not just coming from the deep gully, but also consuming the cliffside entirely, leaving no escape for anyone.
There was an overwhelming sense of swallowing everything in its path.
“Scatter quickly!”
The group wasn’t full of inexperienced youths; of course, they wouldn’t foolishly assess the advantages and disadvantages within the beast’s belly, as they had long prepared to scatter in different directions.
However, as they began to move, Ivan immediately noticed that the blocking force had changed, converging entirely upon him, preventing him from quickly dodging aside.
His movements abruptly slowed, leaving him significantly behind Gerry and Korram.
...
He wasn’t worried about this.
At the critical moment, a vast force of wind and thunder burst forth from him.
Immediately afterward, his sorcerer robe ripped apart, revealing another robe of many colors beneath, the Wind Thunder Robe given to him by Hotter years ago, which, like the Mystical Black Long-handled Scythe, was also a magic artifact.
The Wind Thunder Robe focused on aiding escape.
With the help of the wind and thunder force, Ivan blinked free from the constraining power, transforming into a swiftly moving shadow, sweeping past the many dark tendrils obstructing his path.
Where the Mystical Black Scythe passed, dense tendrils fell like floating fluff, clearing a large swath with each sweep.
Not far behind him, the long-brewed purple-green poison fire surged out, altering the surrounding temperature to a bizarre mix of hot and cold, yet having no other effect.
In the next second, Ivan plunged the Mystical Black Long-handled Scythe effortlessly into the flesh of the Black Beard Beast.
The flesh there split in two instantly, opening a gash two to three meters deep.
He seized the opportunity to drag the Mystical Black Scythe downward, his figure and the blade swiftly sliding down as if cutting through butter with a hot knife, leaving severe corrosive marks in its wake.
At this moment, Gerry and Korram had already moved to the side, piercing through the massive wings of the Black Beard Beast, leaving them riddled with holes.
Having sustained such heavy damage, the enormous body of the Black Beard Beast shook uncontrollably.
“Squeak!”
A deafening insect noise echoed as if thousands of demonic sounds were trying to induce a bewildering illusion on them, yet only Swamp Ant and Korram were mildly affected.
Ivan, Gerry, and Locke, united in body and spirit and being at the peak in resisting mental disturbances, naturally ignored the insect noise entirely.
Seizing the opportunity, the three of them, wielding sharp blades, delivered a more fierce blow.
Ivan’s hand held the Mystical Black Long-handled Scythe, its blade shimmering with black light.
Gerry’s Dark Moon Blade followed like a shadow, its edge almost invisible.
At Locke’s side, the Silver Moon Blade accompanied him, unmatched in sharpness for the moment.
Together, the three coordinated and, from three different directions, almost completely dismembered the Black Beard Beast, its enormous body no longer able to hold together and ultimately collapsing with a thunderous crash, turning into a black mist streaming in all directions.
“Ha ha, this fellow looks huge but is actually no different from the wild boars in the woods.”
“Black Beard, you sneaky creature, if you know what’s good for you, roll back to where you came from; Danaila is not a place for your tantrums!”
In such a fierce battle, having decapitated the Black Beard Beast in one fell swoop, they had reason to let out an exuberant victory howl, their voices booming and echoing in the depths of the Black God Abyss, mighty and sweeping.
Under Ivan’s command, several people reformed their formation and headed further down the mountain ravine to attack.
“Wait!”
“What’s the matter?”
“There should be a Heresy Temple there, follow me to break it open.”
Without hesitation, the others followed his order, launching attacks towards one side of the mountain wall. The wall exploded, revealing a deeply hidden temple, brightly lit inside.
There were no statues of gods in the main hall of the temple, but rather a slender, tube-like musical instrument was placed in a prominent position.
“Boss, this is where the Black God Society teaches the Black Beard Chapter. I didn’t expect it to be hidden even deeper.”
“I see, let’s confiscate it.”
Following the order, Jenny stepped forward, carefully sealing the tube-like musical instrument which was actually crafted from the antennae of the Black Beard Lord, known for its exceptional quality.
Besides Jenny, it was uncertain whether the others could have effectively sealed it.
As for the temple, it definitely could not remain; it soon collapsed with a loud crash, leaving nothing but ruins behind.
In fact, this wasn’t the only temple they had destroyed; the plateau above the cliff had already been ruined, and everywhere else in the Black God Abyss where there were statues of the Black Beard Lord, they had all been destroyed by Tanaya and others.
The destruction of temples and shrines was happening right then.
As Ivan and others moved towards the bottom of the ravine and Tanaya’s group was quelling unrest elsewhere, outside the Black God Abyss, the Lanque airship was still floating in the sky, half-hidden.
The exterior of the airship seemed to only have a crew of magic puppets, but inside was a power unmatched before.
In a certain room, several people were on high alert.
“President Hardy, Philomena the sorcerer, allowing them to run amok while we don’t even stir, completely ignorant of what’s happening inside—won’t this cause problems?”
After a long silence, Hotter, unable to contain his anxiety, broke the atmosphere.
Besides him, an arcane wizard, there were two other arcane wizards present: Sage Hardy and Philomena City Lord, as well as the formidable Tree-man Guard Inom and leader Gerry.
To further deceive Black Beard Queller, Ivan had left behind the Tree-man Guard sent by the Dark Night Mother Goddess, which had cost Jenny quite an effort to persuade them.
“Hotter, you need to trust Ivan,” Hardy stated calmly.
“How can I trust him when the enemy is a cunning leader from the survivors of the Crimson Empire, and Ivan and the others are merely at Level 3? One misstep and we could lose everything—how would we answer for that?”
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Hotter, agitated, stood up and walked to the door only to return.
“We don’t need to answer to anyone; this is their own choice. The path of a sorcerer has always been this way; they must face difficulties head-on. Only by doing so can they see the light after the storm.”
“Yes, Ivan has made all the necessary preparations. As long as his plan is perfectly executed, it won’t be long before he joins our ranks. But if he misses this opportunity and allows that Black Beard Lord to hide, who knows how many more detours he’ll have to take.”
“Ivan is fortunate to have so many people willing to help him. Regardless of the outcome, he will not regret it.”
President Hardy and Philomena City Lord sat there immovable, their words gradually calming Hotter down. He then sat back in his own seat, waiting for further notifications from the other side.
However, Hotter’s worries did not completely subside; this mission was genuinely perilous—a slight error could lead to utter disaster.
He cursed silently, blaming that Black Beard Lord for being too cowardly and cunning, forcing them to proceed with extreme caution just to lure him out.
