Chapter 1374: Fycro’s Weakness (Part 1)
At Fycro’s level, certain powerful skills could be seen at a glance. As long as a skill was below grade-13, its nurous flaws could be identified. If such a skill was experienced once, it was easier to detect more flaws.
Strictly speaking, Endless Night was not considered a single skill. It could even be considered a magic array. To see through the magic array, you had to be outside of it. This was impossible to do from deep inside.
This was the case for mages, too. Divine Protection was a divine rune charm array with comparable power. Hence, if mages wanted to break through it, they would have to exert trendous effort. If Saleen, however, spotted a single spell, Fycro worried it would lose its effect.
This is because Saleen had cultivated astrology. Even if this was a waste of energy and affected the speed of advancent in magic, astrology had a calculative function. Using astrology, Saleen could figure out the weaknesses of any skills he’d detected and complent them with the Figaro Magic Formula.
The powerful Wrath of Glory caused the grade-13 Endless Night to be torn apart. Fycro took a step forward, and in front of him was Rafel’s spear.
On the red spear were fine red threads that had condensed. This was a tal lacerating skill. The extent of its ferocity could be counted among grade-13 divine spells. The mirror in front of Fycro was once again erected. Rafel’s spear didn’t strike out in the end. Saleen had already warned her about the mirror’s ability to reflect attacks.
Although it hadn’t been tested on divine spells before, this object would probably be able to reflect divine spells most thoroughly.
Mages were the enemies of the gods, but the foes the gods most commonly encountered were, in fact, other gods. If mages wanted to look for divine kingdoms, they would need to expend so effort. On the other hand, once the gods made mutual eye contact with each other, there was practically no room for them to hide their divine kingdoms.
The wars among gods were even bloodier. Thus, most of them placed the refinent of godly items using other gods as the first in a sequence of goals they aid to achieve.
Rafel’s combat skills were finely controlled. For example, the Inferno Spear’s tip was repeatedly unable to touch the Mirror of Fate. Even the distance that the attacks from the spear’s tip could cover coincidentally stopped right before the Mirror of Fate.
Rafel tossed the spear into her own spatial equipnt and retrieved the one Saleen had refined for her. This spear was refined with the bayonets of the Silverline Golden Spearfish. The six evil-looking eyes on its upper part opened, and the surface of the Mirror of Fate imdiately rippled with waves.
Fycro sensed sothing wasn’t right. What kind of weapon was this? It was so terrifying that even the Weapon’s Spirit in his godly item could not refrain from expressing its anger.
With a loud bang, the Mirror of Fate beca cleaved by a claymore. Fycro felt that his Weapon’s Spirit was in severe pain following this. It had been the Weapon’s Spirit in that magic amplifier of Saleen’s who waved about its claymore and attacked suddenly.
The claymore itself was a piece of equipnt with no properties. Even when it was being waved about, its power was not that of an ordinary physical attack. Rather, it was the Weapon’s Spirit that had harnessed the weight of the equipnt itself to attack by knocking.
The Mirror of Fate was unskilled in reflecting physical attacks in the first place. This weapon with no properties even rarer. After being struck with a cleave of the sword, Fycro withdrew the mirror. Rafel followed up by chasing after it like a shadow. It was sowhat difficult for her Inferno Spear to deal with the Mirror of Fate. It seed as if this spear, which possessed six eyes, was the Mirror of Fate’s natural enemy.
Fycro withdrew the mirror. The Weapon’s Spirit inside was so furious that it roared. It did not listen to Fycro’s command at all, rushing forward headfirst.
The spear’s Glowing Spear was fired at the mirror and was reflected. However, when the Glowing Spear was reflected back, it was then absorbed by the six eyes on the tip of the spear. The six eyes were all opened as wide as possible, and the tip of the gray spear turned pitch black. It pierced the Mirror of Fate.
The Mirror of Fate’s Weapon’s Spirit had not anticipated this change of the spear. It had protected the surface of the mirror but had not blocked the tip. The spear’s tip entered the space within the mirror, and the six eyes on it shot out a gray glow. Searching all four corners, it quickly located the position of the Weapon’s Spirit.
From the spear’s tip, a gray aura flew out and pounced on the Weapon’s Spirit.
The Weapon’s Spirit was also a grade-13 creature that had been suppressed by Fycro. Within the mirror, however, it was able to use its strongest combat ability. The gray shadow rushed forth. The Weapon’s Spirit revealed its true form. It was a divine giant dragon.
Based on common knowledge of divine giant dragons, they would not be below grade-14. This divine giant dragon was only grade-13, however. It was smaller as if it had not fully developed and matured.
This was because the dragon race was unwilling to believe in any gods. Fycro had forcefully captured it and resolutely knocked it down by one rank. Fycro also had no choice. If this Mirror of Fate did not have a powerful Weapon’s Spirit, it would not be able to exhibit one percent of its functions. Creatures with the divine property were also too hard to find.
Using this divine giant dragon as a Weapon’s Spirit after advancent in the future would be useless. Fycro would not even have to either kill it or to use another Weapon’s Spirit to consu it. This was a rather difficult matter. Fycro could only take things one step at a ti.
The divine giant dragon’s mory had been wiped, and it had been raised from scratch. Yet, it was hard for it to advance and regain grade-14 power. What’s more, it had an instinctive hostility towards evil creatures. The six eyes on the bayonet of the Silverline Golden Spearfish were even viler than anything it knew. Thus, Fycro was unable to control the divine giant dragon, and the Mirror of Fate had been pierced.
The materials of the Mirror of Fate could not block the bayonet of the Silverline Golden Spearfish. At this ti, Fycro’s heart ached to death. A lightning-bolt-shaped crack had appeared on the Mirror of Fate. It was because the Mirror of Fate’s materials were sufficiently hard, yet there were so breakages. After it had encountered sothing that had even harder materials than it, and even bigger crack appeared on it.
If the Weapon’s Spirit did not die, the godly item could be completely restored. If the Weapon’s Spirit died, restoring the godly item would be extrely difficult.
Rafel took her spear and swept it horizontally towards Fycro. A Path of Glory lit up beneath Fycro’s feet. With one step, he moved a distance of 50 kiloters and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The magic amplifier’s Weapon’s Spirit held its sword as it stood. It did not participate in the encirclent at all. Rafel glanced at the big guy and did not say anything. This Weapon’s Spirit was controlled by Saleen. It seed that he had long been aware that Fycro harbored the intention to leave.
If the Weapon’s Spirit attacked using that gold-colored dagger, even if it was unable to kill Fycro, it would definitely be able to wound him.
Saleen did not wish to reveal this concealed trick of his, hence the Weapon’s Spirit had turned back and jumped back into Saleen’s magic amplifier, no longer coming back out.
Rafel also returned into the magical tower. This ti Fycro had gone into Pande’s maze, but with Fycro’s strength, even if Saleen wanted to attack again, Fycro would definitely be able to leave the maze.
It was not as if the longest path within the maze had no end. With Fycro’s skills and incredibly fast movents, even if he barged in, it was not as if he was truly trapped within. At most, Fycro would use the most foolish ans to leave. Saleen could not keep on chasing after him in the maze to have a decisive battle with Fycro.
Rafel returned to the magical tower. On one side, Jason was using a piece of equipnt to calculate sothing. Rafel opened her mouth to ask Saleen, “My lord, why didn’t you first injure that guy?”
“If I injured him, not to ntion revealing the secret of the dagger, he would’ve taken my troops to vent his anger. Otherwise, it would’ve been hard for him to beco balanced.”
Rafel nodded, indicating that she understood. She was able to accept Saleen’s explanation.
“Let take a look at your weapon.” Saleen stretched out his hand. Rafel passed her weapon to him, feeling this to be sowhat strange.
Saleen’s Elental Eye gazed at the spear. He was only able to see that the six eyes on the spear were completely shut. The evil aura had beco very faint.
“Rafel, count this spear as destroyed!” Saleen sighed.
The Silverline Golden Spearfish’s bayonet’s strongest skill was that the six eyes were able to lock onto a target, rendering it unable to resist. Now that the evil power within the six eyes had disappeared without a trace, its targeting power had been lost all at once.
Yet Rafel laughed and said, “My lord, it will be even better without it. Originally, this object was not compatible with my property. If my lord has ti, could you help refine it again to add on so more properties to this spear?”
Rafel now understood Saleen’s temper. As one of the people with the strongest combat ability among Saleen’s subordinates, she was getting Saleen to refine weapons for her.
“It is not urgent for the ti being. I don’t have the materials on hand. The materials of this spear are not bad, but it cannot be refined repeatedly. It would be unfortunate if we got high-grade equipnt for you right now.”
Once Rafel heard Saleen’s words, she instead rejoiced. She knew neither alchemy nor divine crafting. She was born for battle. Apart from combat skills, she had not studied anything else. Aside from her Inferno Spear, she only had a few simple pieces of equipnt. A poor archangel was a rarity.
Considering that the gods she had served were all done for, it was fortunate she had not been killed by other gods.
Saleen rejected Rafel. This was because he wanted to calculate Fycro’s strength with his teacher. The duration of their battle was brief and the useful information they had gained was scanty but sufficient.
This was 2,881 instances of magical attacks, including magic spells based on the six great elents, ntal-based magic spells, curse-based magic spells, life-based magic spells, and death-based magic spells. Even a Caucasus priest had joined in the attacks. The last was a fallen-divine-spell attack.
Aside from these, his own Thunder Dragon Blaster, his Weapon’s Spirit’s golden claymore, Rafel’s spear strikes, and even Endless Night’s corrosive effects and controlling effects—all could be used to calculate Fycro’s strength.
It’s too bad they were cut off from all information from the Myers Continent. If they were able to contact Floating City, the 100 or so thousand enchanters would be able to calculate everything there was to calculate about Fycro within an hour.
Mages battled using their brains. This was sothing Saleen had only recently understood. By analyzing an enemy so thoroughly, the difficulty of going against it would decrease tenfold.
Although Saleen’s power of the soul wasn’t as strong as the ancient mages, he had the strength of numbers. If Floating City completed its final construction and the number of the enchanters exceeded a million, he could easily face them.
In Rafel’s magical tower, apart from the mages who had participated in the battle, were also many low-grade mages. They watched the entire battle. The wonders that had occurred one after another in an instant dazzled these mages and filled them with longing for their future.
Not all mages liked to battle. Among those in the magical tower at least one-third, especially young mages, were eager to use magic spells to attack and defeat their foes. Although it was easier for mages who invented objects to be rembered by the people, those whose hot-bloodedness hadn’t yet cooled down would still clamor for sothing.
It was neither reputation nor benefits, but glory: to oppose the gods. No, it was to conquer the gods!
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