This Holy Knight is So Despicable!-Chapter 387 - 323: Magic Power Runs Dry (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_2

She hurriedly glanced into the distance, and as it turned out, Lette had already flown off while she was busy with her dazzling maneuvers.

"Damn it, sneaking away like that."

Emily flapped her wings, transforming into a shooting star that chased after Lette’s languid figure, catching up with him in the blink of an eye.

"How can you be so shameless? Sneaking away, is that your idea of skill?"

"You’re the crazy one, not me. Why would I stand there for half an hour watching you perform circus tricks?

And you, are you trying to race me in speed or something?"

Emily fluttered her wings. "Of course! The legendary speed of wind and thunder! Watch me leave you far behind!"

"Did you not sleep all night, or is your brain still asleep even though you’re awake?"

Lette pointed to the Holy Crow beneath him, "In this world, is there any speed faster than light?"

Before he finished speaking, Lette and the Holy Crow beneath him transformed into a stream of light, disappearing before Emily’s eyes.

Emily was shocked and then desperately flapped her wings, chasing after Lette at her utmost speed.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not catch up to Lette.

The most infuriating part was, Lette would stop now and then, looking back at her.

And just when she was about to reach him, he’d quickly widen the gap again.

This cat-and-mouse game kept her feeling hopeful, only to be left far behind just as she got close.

Emily was furious, feeling like a fish in a pond, played effortlessly in his hands.

She angrily enhanced her magic power speed, visibly increasing her swiftness.

Even surpassing the Third Reserve Team and the Second Reserve Team, without them noticing.

The poor Elves, navigating by the breeze towards the battlefield, were suddenly passed by a beam of light.

Before they could react, a figure shrouded in gale and thunder roared past them.

The gust almost blew the Elves’ formation apart.

Finally, after a long journey, Lette stopped at the western side of the long river of the First Empire.

After about five minutes, Emily finally came late, wrapped in thunder and storm.

However, upon reaching the destination, the magic power she built up suddenly collapsed, causing her to plummet from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Lette sighed helplessly upon seeing this.

"Such a reckless girl."

He snapped his fingers, and the giant Holy Crow suddenly burst into countless light particles, transforming into a flock of small Holy Crows.

They swooped up into the air, forming a cloud-like net that caught the falling Emily and gently laid her beside Lette.

Emily lay on the ground, flat on her back, feeling intense soreness throughout her body. Furthermore, she couldn’t muster any magic power, nor could she absorb any.

"What... what’s wrong with me?"

"You’ve got Magic Depletion, you dummy."

Lette stretched out his hand, showering her with light to ease her pain.

"Magic Depletion, fully known as Magic Power Depletion Syndrome, occurs when a Mage forcefully uses magic, causing the complete exhaustion of magic power in the body.

Generally, it’s an issue for Initial or Second Level Mages.

After all, they just started learning, their estimation of magic power isn’t accurate, and they’re prone to overexertion.

Typically, Mages of Third level or above won’t encounter this problem.

Just like how children generally stop wetting the bed at a certain age.

Who would’ve thought?

That a Legendary Mage like yourself could do something akin to bedwetting.

If others knew, you’d certainly become a negative example in the Mage World.

How would Wizards see you? Alchemists? How would you mingle in the Mage World in the future?"

"Cough, cough, isn’t this all your fault?"

"Such ingratitude; if I hadn’t saved you, you’d be long gone. Magic Depletion in a Legendary Mage could threaten one’s life.

Luckily, the abundant Holy Light Energy I left in you is protecting you; otherwise, you’d be done for.

It consumed quite a bit yet again."

Lette glanced at the prostrate Emily, shaking his head helplessly, "Suddenly, it seems that a protective array in three digits is still too few for you.

We’ll find some time to add more."

"Cough, cough, how long... do I have to lie here?"

Lette picked his ear, "Magic Depletion affects not just your spirit but also your body and soul.

It’s like boiling a pot dry; continuing to burn it would irreversibly damage the pot itself.

It’s comprehensive damage.

You’re slightly better off since your belt and armored gauntlet both have protective arrays.

They somewhat resemble a fuse, providing a cut-off protection mechanism.

So, when you reached Magic Depletion, they forcibly cut off your magic operation.

Rest for a bit, and when the Elves arrive, let them use Life Magic to repair your body, and you should be able to move.

But it’ll take a bit longer to fully recover.

You won’t make it for the first wave of the attack, at least."

"Ahhhhh..."

Emily let out a meaningless moan, while Lette, having no idea from where, produced a deck chair and lay comfortably beside her.

Though Emily couldn’t move, she could still see.

"I want a chair too."

"No way, magic depletion suits lying flat."

"Who says?"

"I do."

"Agh, damn it!"

After a long wait, the main force of the Elves finally arrived.

Upon landing, they began organizing and setting up camp.

Since all Elves are All Magic Mages, construction was swift, and soon they completed a decent-looking camp.

A small team of Elves rushed over at Lette’s beckoning.

"Lord Wright! We are ready."

"But this one’s not ready!"

"Lady Emily! You! What happened to you?"

Emily’s face turned as red as an apple; she wanted to cover it with her hands but couldn’t even move a finger.

"In short, she’s injured; help her recover."

"Yes, Lord Wright."

The Elves gazed at Emily with admiration, "As expected of Lady Emily, you already fought a battle with the enemy, right? So brave!"

"I had wondered why this place had no enemy defenses or ambushes.

Turns out, Lady Emily drove them away!"

"Lady Emily truly exemplifies our kind! Despite being human, she treats the Elf Clan so well! It seems the majority of humans are good people!

Friendship between Elves and humans is bound to be everlasting!"

Listening to these exaggerated compliments, Lette trembled with suppressed laughter, while Emily laying there could only wish for oblivion.

The Elves stepped forward, using their Life Magic to heal Emily, and before leaving, they even conjured up a giant leaf for her to rest upon.

Watching the departing backs of the Elves, tears streaked down Emily’s cheeks.

"I feel like there’s nothing left to cherish in my life. Such an embarrassing life, might as well end it sooner."

"Alright, alright, don’t feel so down."

"Do you think it’s because of anyone else?"

"Because you stubbornly insisted on racing me."

Lette extended his hand again, casting another Holy Light on Emily to accelerate her recovery.

"Hopefully, later, you can turn your grief and anger into strength and give the enemy a good beating.

For now, rest here, and I’ll go enlarge those Tree men Clan."

"I want to see! I want to see! I didn’t get to see them shrink earlier."

Lette grinned at her, "Alright, you can come see if you can move."

"Ahhhh..."

Emily let out a meaningless wail, lying on the giant leaf.

Soon, a group of Elves arrived and set down the shrunken Tree men Clan.

Lette appeared in Emily’s view, shaking his head helplessly.

"Why must you watch? You know enlarging them here will mean they have to spend time walking over then, right?"

"Eh? You’re enlarging them here? I don’t see any Tree men Clan, what are these potted plants?"

"Idiot, these are the shrunken Tree men Clan."

Lette took out a short stick and lit a match, "Now, it’s time to witness a miracle!"