The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 137 - 4 Slaying Demons (2)
Chapter 137 -4: Slaying Demons (2)
Chapter 137 -4: Slaying Demons (2)
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Komer’s eyes only perceived a flickering shadow. Prepared for this battle, Komer dodged an ogre that leapt and swiped at him, leveraging acceleration magic he had cast on himself. A massive, fishy wind swept over his head. As he marveled at the ogre’s superhuman leaping ability, Komer dared not slacken his vigilance even for a moment. He directed the tip of his delicate magic wand toward the ogre, which was turning gracefully in midair before it landed. A red light ball formed at the end of the wand and suddenly detached, bursting into dazzling red light mid-descent. The brightness made even Komer, long accustomed to such glows, squint reflexively. The red light split into a fan-shaped rainbow that shot straight at the ogre, now poised to pounce. This was one of the few Light Magic spells Komer could cast—Ice Melt—a Light Magic enchantment that, despite not dealing direct damage to enemies, was capable of effectively breaking or reducing the magic immunity of defenses and was a potent weapon against higher-level magical beasts.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of fury— a reaction to an enraged ogre whose glands under its armpits released dizzying scents in wave after wave due to the stimulation of its monstrous nature. However, Komer and Ilot, who had already taken a dose of Clearing and Cooling Powder, were not affected. Komer had prepared well for this battle, not missing any essential items. He believed in the principle of not engaging in battle unprepared. Before his own strength was sufficient, material preparations were indispensable.
Soft footsteps came from behind while the two ogres in front were fully tensed and ready to strike, their dark red eyes sparkling with bloodlust. Their huge mouths opened and closed incessantly, and their elongated arms stretched slightly out, ready to devour their prey— a sign that the ogres were on the verge of erupting. Komer slightly twisted his body, his peripheral vision already catching sight of two more ogres stealthily approaching to within ten meters. They seemed to be taking advantage of the distraction provided by the two ogres in front to launch a sneak attack.
The moment Komer had been waiting for finally arrived. He feared that even if they managed to slay the two ogses before them, the remaining ones might escape. Given the ogres’ strong vengeful nature, he and Ilot would face endless sneak attacks and harassment from the remaining ogres in the days to come—a scenario Komer wished to avoid.
“Attack!” Komer roared. With Komer’s signal, Ilot, who had been poised to strike, lunged forward. His great sword, which had been shrouded in darkness, suddenly erupted in a strong gleam of light. A huge fan-shaped light screen emanated layers of bluish dark light before the leaping ogres.
Komer also spun sharply, and three thick arcs of fire formed a pagoda-shaped Flame Tower. As he chanted a spell under his breath and his left index finger moved quickly, the skies above seemed to darken, leaving only the expanding Flame Tower in front of him that, in mere moments, turned every fire arc into a three-foot-high curtain of flame. The eerily glowing fire circumvented and rose ceaselessly, engulfing the two ogres within.
A horrifying and vulgar howl immediately spread across the wilderness, sending chills through anyone who heard it. Komer did not dare to relax even a bit. While wiping the beads of sweat from his brow, he continuously recited incantations to strengthen the binding properties of the mixed magic. This was a Large-scale Fire Magic spell augmented with elements of Light Series Magic, an ancient spell long lost to the sands of time. Even Komer himself was unclear about the origins of this magic spell. If any powerful beings from the Continent were present, they might barely recognize its provenance—a Demon-Suppressing spell, a perfect variant of mixed magic from the tireless work of the magic genius, Chubais, hundreds of years ago.
This was the knowledge Komer had painstakingly gathered from various memories and studies in nightmares, along with the Sheepskin Scroll. Regrettably, Komer was not versed in the strange ancient text of the scroll; he could only fumble with the ancient spells and pictorial gestures to deduce its utilization, and his results were somewhat successful albeit with diminished power. The Flame Tower expanded and then contracted, layers upon layers afire. He could almost feel the fire elements leaking out, a sure sign that the ogre was exhausting all the magic power of its core crystals to resist the magical attack. The powerful magical resistance of magical beasts was fully displayed in the face of imminent death. However, the magic spell Komer had researched for months was not so easily broken. As the fire elements drifted out, the enormous Flame Tower acted like a giant vacuum, reabsorbing the fleeing elements while continuously devouring the surrounding air, causing the space within the Flame Tower to collapse and shrink.
Komer kept gesturing to drive the magic power, intensifying the enchantment’s corrosive nature. A faint black aura enveloped the Flame Tower, a stark contrast of holy and eerie—knowledge he gained from applying the Dark Erosion Magic favored by Kennifer III. Though unable to enhance the effects of the main spell, this highly destructive erosion magic could infiltrate an opponent’s body silently, greatly impairing their various functions. There were restrictions, however; it was much less effective on Dark Class creatures and entirely ineffective on Undead Creatures. But in this circumstance, Komer had no other choice. If it was usable, he had to use it.
