The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 224 - One The Lone Stinger Strikes the Flying

Chapter 224: Chapter One: The Lone Stinger Strikes the Flying Dragon

Chapter 224 -One: The Lone Stinger Strikes the Flying Dragon

While everyone marveled at the meticulously detailed and lifelike giant stone engraving paintings, there seemed to be a continuous series of subtle creaking sounds coming from the depths of the passage. At first, these sounds did not attract much attention, but as the creaks became more frequent and louder, the mage knights, who had already diverted their gaze from the stone wall paintings, seemed to realize that the space was once again enveloped in a dense aura of death.

It was only when a dense group of skeletons marched out in orderly steps from the dark depths of the passage that everyone noticed each member of the skeleton group held a rusty iron sword and a patchy old shield, unmistakably the souls of soldiers from the ancient battlefield. The whitening of their bones proved their long history. These skeleton warriors were not considered very strong by the witnesses; the only nuisance was their sheer number, forming a mass that seemed endless, with the dark passage spewing out skeletons like a beast’s gaping maw.

Perhaps seeking an opportunity to train, two Dark Knights, almost simultaneously, darted past several mages before they could launch their magic. Their Acceleration Spell increased their speed severalfold, and their surging Fighting Qi greatly enhanced their protective ability. The mages promptly blessed the two Dark Knights, casting spells that enveloped them in a ghastly silver-white and a sinister purple-black dual aura, creating an eerie sight.

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The two Knight Spears, emitting dark luminescence, suddenly merged into a huge Fighting Qi attack circle. This circle exploded with unprecedented power when combined, emitting a resonant crash like a tsunami. In an instant, dozens of skeletons raising their shields and waving their Rusty Swords were shattered by the powerful Fighting Qi, which enveloped them like a storm. Fragments of bleached bones mixed with weapons scattered across the ground, leaving a vast empty circle within a few meters around the attack.

Even the typically composed Mysterious Magician showed a look of surprise this time, and Komer and Rebury, who had been quietly watching him, noticed a trace of alertness and concern hiding behind his astonishment. This odd expression made Rebury’s heart skip a beat, while Komer was utterly puzzled. Why would the Mysterious Magician feel so nervous about the display of strength from the two Dark Knights? Logically, stronger allies should only bring joy and excitement to an adventure, not this kind of reaction, unless there was an unknown secret between the magician and the knights.

As the Fighting Qi attack circle continued to advance, its power grew under the relentless onslaught of the two Knight Spears and the continuous blessings of the mages. The scale of the attack circle expanded to over five meters, clearing a path through any opposition. The unfortunate skeleton soldiers barely managed to approach the edge before they were shattered by the mighty spear strikes. The few who dodged the Fighting Qi attacks were soon reduced to dust and ashes under continuous magical assaults. These seemingly ordinary skeleton soldiers posed no threat to the group with their formidable attack and defensive capabilities, and hundreds of them were wiped out in less than ten minutes, leaving behind nothing but debris and dust.

The Fighting Qi circle slowly faded, and the two Dark Knights exchanged glances, clearly satisfied with their perfectly coordinated attack. The harmonious unity of their Knight Spears not only demonstrated to the magicians the capabilities of true martial arts masters but also deepened the knights’ own understanding of the martial arts’ mysteries through their cooperation.

Newman had already knelt down at the first opportunity, putting on gloves to pick up the fragments of skeletons shattered by the Fighting Qi and the broken shields and rusted swords. Several mages patiently waited for their colleague, who was somewhat versed in heterodox methods, to make his assessment.

“Hmm, these skeleton warriors must be over one hundred and fifty years old; these weapons are likely from the same era. It seems that the designer put a physical mechanism in the passage during the castle construction to trigger the opening of a magic space. We’re lucky; it’s just an Undead Spell. These skeletons are not enough to pose any real threat to us, ••••••” Newman boasted of his proud historical knowledge, blissfully unaware of the looming danger.

“Watch out!” “Get down, lie down!” A series of shouts came from the magicians, including Komer. The Mysterious Magician, who seemed particularly sensitive to Dark Class creatures, was the first to notice. Komer found that the magician’s Spiritual Sense was even sharper than his and Rebury’s, improbably so. How could he not feel a twinge of envy? To think that his own keen sense was inferior to that of this enigmatic person—what could be their background?