The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 139 - 5 Slaying Demons (3)

Chapter 139 -5: Slaying Demons (3)

Chapter 139 -5: Slaying Demons (3)

“Ilot, hurry up and join the Skeletons to take down the Ogre; if we don’t take them down soon, we’ll have no hope left!” A distant howl echoed, causing an intense buzzing in Komer’s head, and his expression changed drastically. The implication was clear, and Komer truly regretted his rashness. If more Ogres joined the melee, he feared the end of his and his companion’s lives would be imminent. The only option now was to kill the enemy in the shortest time possible and then flee for their lives.

Komer reclaimed his magic wand, with no time left to prepare any other large-scale spells. He cast the simplest Fireball technique in quick succession, launching nine fireballs. Although it was a basic spell, the fireballs, the size of human heads, kept hitting the unsuspecting Ogres. The flames quickly enveloped the Ogre, but such simple Fire Magic caused only limited damage. At best, it caused some harm to the Ogre’s fur and muscles, restricting its attack speed without causing substantial injury.

At this moment, Ilot too had no time to ponder the many questions he had. With a heave and an exhalation, he brandished his Great Sword again, which gleamed brilliantly. With the help of a Skeleton Sword and Shield Soldier restraining one Ogre, Ilot’s Great Sword horrifically sliced into the Ogre’s waist. The critically hit Ogre, in a frenzy, struck at the sword with its hand. As its arm fell off, the force of the Ogre’s last effort, powered by all its strength, sent Ilot, still gripping his sword, flying several meters away. However, the Skeleton Crossbowman, who had been seeking an opportunity, finally found his chance. Before another Ogre could crush him, he shot a fatal arrow that passed through the grievously injured Ogre’s throat. Drops of blood sprayed, creating a beautiful parabola.

Upon seeing three comrades fall one after the other, the most robust male Ogre completely lost its mind. The terrifying glow from his egg-sized eyes was enough to make anyone retreat in fear. The stench of poison from its mouth and armpits wafted across the Battlefield, and its bulky body bounded with such grace and agility across the Battlefield, moving as nimbly as a monkey in the woods. It was hard to believe this was a creature weighing over three hundred kilograms. Komer felt somewhat at a loss.

As the Ogre withstood a thrust from a Skeleton Soldier’s spear and lunged forward, he grabbed the Skeleton Crossbowman into his arms. With a sound of snapping and cracking, the Skeleton Crossbowman immediately turned into shattered bones and pieces falling to the ground. Another Skeleton Sword and Shield Soldier had its sword-holding arm easily twisted off by the Ogre after missing its stab, and then the Ogre struck it with such force that it sent the Skeleton two zhang (roughly 6.7 meters) away. Fortunately, Komer’s solidification spell had its effect; though rolling on the ground, the Skeleton Soldier quickly resumed its attack. Its heavy iron shield smashed into the Ogre’s groin, causing severe pain that made the male Ogre curl up in agony. It roared and brutally shattered the perpetrator into pieces.

Groggily, Ilot stood up and suddenly found that another figure had joined the fray with another Skeleton Soldier to fight the Ogre. Compared to the clumsy movements of the Skeleton Soldier, this figure’s speed was swift and agile. It circled around the Ogre at high speed, its strange stiletto sword continuously twinkling like stars, leaving deep marks on the Ogre’s body.

The poor Skeleton Swordsmen Shield Soldier had no choice but to take on the brunt of the frontal engagement. Despite the large shield for protection and the enhancement and solidification spells from Komer, the Ogre’s powerful attacks easily shattered the Skeleton’s defenses. After dodging the Skeleton’s futile sword thrust, the Ogre felt another stab from the circling figure on its neck, and its bluish blood flowed down its spine. However, the Ogre successfully grabbed the fearless Skeleton’s skull, and with a forceful clap, shattered it to dust, which fell through its fingers. The Skeleton’s body collapsed, and Komer’s meticulously crafted Self-defense Tool met its end.

With a mask-like expression on his golden face, Ilot looked more like an Assassin than ever. He had never seen such a lifelike mask anywhere on the Continent. Ilot called out to the stranger but, receiving no response, he resolutely joined the battle. The male Ogre had clearly learned from the death of its mates; although its attacks were just as fierce, it carefully guarded its armpits. As for its throat and lower body, it was able to dodge the attacks of the two with supple moves and steps.

Finally, Komer could take a moment to catch his breath. The Ogre was indeed a tough opponent. Ordinary Fire Magic was clearly ineffective, and mundane physical attacks seemed like scratching through boots, hardly hurting it. High-level Fire Magic might damage the creature, but Komer worried that its agile body could evade or break through the spell, which would be a loss. Summoning the Zombie Assassin had already drained considerable magic power from Komer. Given his current condition, he estimated he could only cast one more high-level spell, and if that failed, he’d be out of options. Now was the best time to practice his Dark attacks, and the only trick he had yet to master was the Dark Devouring Magic. He might as well try it now. All his secrets had been exposed to Ilot anyway, and though Komer had not wanted to reveal everything to Ilot so soon, there was no longer much to consider.

As his chanting intensified, wisps of dark energy began to coil around his spread fingers. His once pale fingers were now steeped in blackness, and a chilling aura spread through the air. Even Ilot and the Ogre, locked in fierce combat, felt it, though the intensity of their struggle left them no room to care.

With the presence of this stiff-faced, dull-eyed assassin-like figure as a cover, Ilot felt the pressure on him had lessened considerably. The fearlessly brave assassin almost single-handedly withstood the ogre’s frontal attack, and to Ilot’s amazement, this helper seemed to possess a near highest level of defense capability. In the face of the ogre’s gigantic palms and their numerous attacks, whether it was ripping or hitting, he always managed to come out unscathed, with only a few stumbles or torn clothing as the result of the ogre’s efforts. Ilot couldn’t understand whether this helper had achieved the legendary undying body or worn some kind of armor that was impervious even to the might of the ogre’s overpowering physical attacks, for Ilot had never heard of any armor capable of withstanding such heavy blows.

Finally, Komer’s spell preparation was complete, taking him several minutes—a timeframe that would be inconceivable on a real battlefield, where a few minutes could mean countless deaths. Komer firmly believed this was only due to his insufficient magic power and lack of mastery over the spell. Given time, he believed he could unleash “Demon-devouring Soul” in the briefest moment, a move impressive enough to turn any dark magician’s head.

As soon as the “Demon-devouring Soul” was completed, even the air around them became much colder. High-level dark magic like this required not only a powerful dark magic force as a backbone but also a high level of spiritual power to control the spell—a skill that’s most difficult to master. Although Komer had acquired Kennifer III’s robust magic power through the Dark Magic Crystal, he was unable to cultivate to the spiritual heights that Kennifer III once held in a short time. Hence, the risks associated with using such advanced dark magic were considerable.

A spiral of black smoke started to surround the ogre, which was charging and sprinting left and right, and Ilot could even see the tiny sparks dancing within the black smoke. Clusters of sparks quickly melded into one, erupting into a series of fine explosions. The noise was not loud, but it was as if thunder were striking from above; layers of black smoke enveloped the ogre’s head, and with a pitiful scream, the ogre’s massive mouth shook violently all over its body. It even suddenly did a somersault as if trying to shake off something—one might think it sought to unleash a deadly attack—prompting Ilot to hastily retreat a couple of steps just in case.

Despite the stiff-faced assassin bearing the brunt of the pressure, Ilot still suffered two hits in the scuffle with the ogre. One blow struck his shoulder, and even with his armor solidified, Ilot could feel his shoulder muscles tear with pain. Fortunately, it was only a glancing blow from the ogre’s elbow. Another blow nearly ended Komer’s life, as the ogre’s fingertip tore through his waist, his armor shattered under the unstoppable force of the ogre’s claws. It was fortunate that the ogre had just enough control to rip through the armor without touching his flesh. Otherwise, given the toxicity contained within the ogre’s body, Ilot wondered whether the medicine powder Komer had administered earlier would have been able to withstand the poison delivered through a piercing skin wound by the ogre’s fingers.

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But all this seemed to be coming to an end. Black smoke mixed with sheet-like lightning continuously spiraled and exploded around the ogre’s head. Each flash of lightning provoked soul-tearing howls from the ogre. When the fearless assassin was flung over ten meters away by the enraged ogre’s powerful strike, but staggeringly got up ready to continue the fight, Komer’s “Demon-devouring Soul” technique finally reached its peak. At that moment, Komer’s whole body shook wave after wave; his fingers were so engulfed in black mist that it completely shrouded his wrist while a faint green hue constantly transformed into spotted patterns on Komer’s fair face.

Komer was at a point where he felt he could not stop even if he wanted to; he had not expected his technique, which he believed could devour the life of all things, “Demon-devouring Soul,” to encounter such a difficult opponent. The ogre’s spirit resistance was unusually strong. Although it had expended significant energy and strength physically, it continued to stimulate its magic core, exciting its innate spirit resistance to withstand Komer’s consuming power from the deepest abyss of the Dark World, forcing Komer to consecutively cast supporting enhancement spells to strengthen the “Demon-devouring Soul’s” mana. This immediately led to a dangerous magic backlash due to Komer’s excessive consumption of magical power.

The crystal stone in his bosom could no longer provide much help to Komer. After drawing most of its energy, the wildly surging magic power also made the crystal stone lose its ability to act as Komer’s last line of defense. Now, Komer could only rely on his strong will and indomitable spirit to resist the relentless backlash of the dark magic force, just like a warrior in an arena who could only survive by killing the opponent.

It felt like falling into an endless abyss. When Komer thought his mind was on the brink of collapse, Ilot’s joyful shout came from ahead, “Kill!”