The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 225 - One The Lone Stinger Strikes the Flying

Chapter 225: Chapter One: The Lone Stinger Strikes the Flying Dragon_2

Chapter 225 -One: The Lone Stinger Strikes the Flying Dragon_2

From the dark depths of the passage, two silhouettes darted through the air, one after the other, striking at Newman, who was still rattling on, wielding his rusty sword and skull baton. Their speed was so fast that it was nearly impossible to discern the attackers’ appearance. The sharp instincts of the two Dark Knights saved the poor Newman Mage’s life. As Newman, covered in dust, was rolling on the ground after being struck by a volley from Solonberg, he had not even had time to react before his angry gaze turned toward the Dark Knight who had suddenly attacked him. It was only then that he realized the Dark Knight wasn’t looking at him at all. The eager gaze was fixated on something behind him. When Newman turned his head, he couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

The two floating objects in the air looked more like skeletal monsters than anything else. Their frames did not appear large, more like skeletal kangaroos dancing in the air. Their proportionate and dense tails seemed quite sturdy, consisting of a chain of black, glittering bone joints linked together. But the tail’s short series of sharp and thick bone spurs, much like burrs, were clearly weapons meant for attack. In fact, it was this vicious whip that had just attacked Newman. If it had hit, it would have sent the defenseless Newman straight to the netherworld. The forelimbs had only one appendage, exceedingly slender, yet a closer look revealed a grayish-white bone needle, almost imperceptible among the fingers. The stout hindlimbs were clearly meant for traversing the ground, with each shin bone measuring over three inches. Any human trampled or kicked by these legs would likely meet their end. Yet, such deformed monsters could suspend themselves in the air, a faint black mist swirling amongst their bones, giving them an almost ghostly aura.

With a clanging strike, Vladimir Koff’s Knight Spear collided with the whiplash of the second skeletal monster that had pounced and tumbled to the ground. The Dark Knight, who had swept away hundreds of skeletons without taking a single step back, was forced to retreat three steps by the lash that struck his spearhead. Although he couldn’t bring his full strength to bear in the sudden encounter, the warmth emanating from the base of his palm made Vladimir Koff take a glance at his indestructible Knight Spear’s blade. There was a faint mark on the blade; although minute, it was unacceptable to Vladimir Koff. This beloved weapon that had accompanied him for over ten years was unquestionably his second life, and such damage—or rather, insult—was simply unbearable for him.

A deep roar erupted from the depths of his throat as the black Dark Fighting Qi instantly surged to its highest level. Vladimir Koff’s entire body was shrouded in a layer of hellish darkness. Waves of Fighting Qi amplified continuously, stirring the robes of the surrounding Mages into a flurry, while a dark gleam swiftly spread from the base of the palms holding the spear to the entire spear’s body.

“Be careful, this is the skeletal form of the One-spiked Flying Dragon from the foreign realm, a creature that is one of the strongest Wind System Magical Beasts in its own domain, inherently endowed with Wind Magic. It can hover in space, unaffected by gravity. Its tail, made up of Black Bone Beads, not only emits Wind Magic but is also incredibly hard and unstoppable!” Newman, who had already retreated to the corner of the wall, fired off a rapid series of warnings, recognizing the creatures from their unique appearance. Seeing that Vladimir Koff’s Fighting Qi had peaked, he hurriedly alerted the Dark Knight who had saved his life.

Upon hearing of the skeletal beasts from the foreign realm, the entire adventure party was abuzz. The foreign realm typically referred to the abode of the gods deep within the Blue Continent. Its exact location was unknown to all, but the damage caused to the Blue Continent by the massive incursion of foreign magical beasts five hundred years ago was one of the most tragic events in the Continent’s history. Nearly every race and power banded together to exterminate these Magical Beasts that had inexplicably emerged from the depths of the Blue Continent. The elites of all races and factions laid down their lives in droves over those decades to eradicate the disasters brought by the Magical Beasts. Innumerable Mages and Paladins perished in the conflict, with the elite of the Blue Continent nearly wiped out. The threat of the Magical Beasts was eventually eliminated, a large number of the most dangerous beasts were slain, while a fair amount of less threatening creatures escaped into forests, mountains, rivers, swamps, and oceans across the Blue Continent. Perhaps due to the climate and terrain of the Blue Continent, these beasts’ ferocity and lethality greatly declined, and some even became the prey of powerful individuals and Mages, who sought to obtain specific items from the creatures.

“Newman, are you sure this is a demon from a foreign world?!” Almost simultaneously, Rebry and Mihailovich asked in unison; the gaze of the Mysterious Magician and Komer also fell upon the Thin and Dry Magician cowering at the base of the wall, ceaselessly chanting protective magic to strengthen his passive defense capabilities.

“Absolutely, no doubt about it! What else could effortlessly float in mid-air and have a skeleton form? Have any of you seen or heard of such a thing? No, neither have I, but according to a personal legendary diary I read in some of the ancient private libraries in Prague, hmm, it seems to be recorded in ‘Clement’s Travel Diary 1138-1142.’ Yes, that’s the book. The One-spiked Flying Dragon has powerful legs and ultra-sharp claws and teeth capable of easily tearing apart a mammoth. It has only one claw on its upper limb, which is very slender, but embedded within the claw is a bone spur said to be extremely soft, yet has the unique elasticity similar to that of Usteel, a type of Magic Metal, capable of shooting out more than a dozen feet instantly. The toxin attached to the bone spur is highly potent; few who are struck by it survive,” Newman proclaimed with pride, even in this critical juncture, unwilling to cease flaunting his knowledge.

Victor Clement was a famous adventurer and a profoundly legendary and romantic Archmage and prose writer 230 years ago. Not only did he travel throughout the entire Blue Continent, but he also twice ventured deep into the vast Continent, penning countless legendary essays that were eagerly consumed by the public. The adventure maps he left behind concerning the vast Continent have evolved into twelve different versions and are still considered essential items for adventurers heading to the vast Continent today.

“Never mind what it is, it must die today!” Enraged and grieving over his weapon’s damage, Vladimir Koff’s eyes flashed with a dark brilliance. A black gleam swept across in a fan-shaped glimmer, horizontally slicing toward the two Skeleton Flying Dragons that still menacingly fixed their gaze on the group.

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Clearly, everyone, including the Dark Knight, had underestimated the two motionless Skeleton Flying Dragons floating in mid-air. After all, the history of human battle for supremacy with Magical Beasts was far too distant now, and the records left of that history were mostly vague and lacked detail, making it difficult to grasp the specifics of that era.

The black fan-shaped aurora suddenly expanded dramatically as it neared the two Skeleton Flying Dragons, its coverage area suddenly tripling, showing that Vladimir Koff was also being exceedingly careful. The dark Fighting Qi scattered in an instant, the Fierce Wind raised by its violence whistled sharply. The two Skeleton Flying Dragons seemed to sense the immense power of the Dark Knight’s wrathful blow, effortlessly performing a suspended shift in mid-air without warning, floating more than thirty feet in two directions. Vladimir Koff’s horizontal slash missed by a wide margin, he grunted heavily, and his body, following the booming launch of his Knight Spear, gracefully soared out, lightly pressed the butt of the spear in mid-air, and the Knight Spear, roaring like a proud Black Dragon, chased after the Skeleton Flying Dragon that had fled to the left.