When the poison arrow was less than five ters away from him, Lynch kicked the priest in the butt, knocking him to the ground. Although Kuboert's head plunged into the puddle of the Residual Star Swamp, three poison arrows grazed his raised butt and flew away.
"What kind of elf armor is this that even has protection on the butt?" Lynch endured the piercing pain from the tip of his toe as an Ice Cone spell firmly froze the legs of the Sword Bone Demon in the swamp water.
The cold water splashed on his face, waking the priest Kuboert. He jumped to his feet and without casting a glance at Lynch, he threw himself directly into the battle. Only now had Kuboert truly entered the role.
"Pate Bright Fla Strike!" He held the Holy Emblem of the Sun God high, drawing the holy fire from the heavens to the earthly realm, accurately striking the Devourer. Compared to other skeletal monsters, the Devourer, which still held onto its flesh, was undoubtedly a better flammable material.
The Sword Bone Demon struggled vigorously with its legs, trying to free itself from the ice as quickly as possible. With its trendous power, it was only a matter of ti. However, Lynch never intended to trap the Sword Bone Demon this way; he was always waiting for that mont when the giant creature's legs were completely immobilized.
Lightning Cone! In that mont, Lynch accurately aid at the creature's kneecap, deliberately directing the lightning there. Although these skeletal undead had significant resistance to lightning damage, so creatures—such as the terrifying Witch Demon—were completely immune to such attacks. But what the mage had to do was exploit the explosive power of the lightning to combat the gaps at their bone joints.
Though the entire body of the Sword Bone Demon was as solid and sharp as a sword, the crucial joints were still rounded bone shapes. No matter how much it concentrated on honing its bone knives, it couldn't transform those places into edges—unless it never intended to move again.
Lynch's lightning entered the knee joint of the Sword Bone Demon and caused an explosion there. The powerful air current forcefully separated the two segnts of bone, completely shattering the splintered bone shards.
The Sword Bone Demon, now short a leg, tried to stand up, but its mind couldn't keep up with the thinking speed of the Skeleton Naga. For a while, it couldn't figure out how to balance on one leg. And even if it did manage to rise, it wouldn't be able to quickly master a "One-legged Jumping Technique," greatly reducing the threat it posed.
The Skeleton Naga shouted, swimming over to support while accumulating magical power. The Devourer was now writhing painfully in the marsh—if it could still feel pain in any way—struggling in vain to extinguish the white flas on its body. The Sword Bone Demon seed like a drunken dwarf, unable to fall no matter how pushed, yet unable to stabilize its stance.
A green ray shot straight at Lynch's body, seizing the mont just after Lynch had released the lightning. Using a spell requires corresponding materials and incantations; it's not sothing that can be unleashed just by thinking about it. The instant after a mage uses a spell is when they are the weakest, with almost no defensive power.
Fyyian had full confidence in his "Death Finger," having waited here for a long ti for an opportunity to strike. With the precision of an elf shooter, the vision in the Destroyer's mind was filled with the scene of the young mage's painful wails and death throes.
But in what felt like a blink of an eye—or perhaps even shorter—Lynch and Kuboert had already moved to an open space five steps away from their previous location. The green beam of Death Finger lost its target, futilely hitting the swamp.
"What happened?" Fyyian's astonishnt was no less than when he discovered Lynch was not trapped by the Maze Spell. Imdiately, the thought of legendary top-level spells capable of infinitely increasing one's mobility ca to his mind: "Ti Suspension." Only such power could completely evade the sharp eyes of Fyyian, the elf.
But he imdiately dismissed this thought. Very few mages can master the highest-level spells; those nas are revered like insurmountable mountains, and none of them are nad Lynch. The scroll docunting the Ti Suspension spell is stored very secretly, and any mage wishing to learn the spell must undergo a test and leave their na in the records. The only possibility for an outsider to learn this spell is to research all the details of Ti Suspension themselves.
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