The Vastness of Magi Chapter 137 - 137 4 Slaying Demons (2)

??Chapter 137: Chapter 4: Slaying Demons (2)

Chapter 137: Chapter 4: Slaying Demons (2)

Kor’s eyes only perceived a flickering shadow. Prepared for this battle, Kor 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, Kor dared not slacken his vigilance even for a mont. 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 ford at the end of the wand and suddenly detached, bursting into dazzling red light mid-descent. The brightness made even Kor, long accustod 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 Kor could cast—Ice lt—a Light Magic enchantnt 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 sll 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, Kor and Ilot, who had already taken a dose of Clearing and Cooling Powder, were not affected. Kor 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 ca 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. Kor slightly twisted his body, his peripheral vision already catching sight of two more ogres stealthily approaching to within ten ters. They seed to be taking advantage of the distraction provided by the two ogres in front to launch a sneak attack.

The mont Kor 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 harassnt from the remaining ogres in the days to co—a scenario Kor wished to avoid.

“Attack!” Kor roared. With Kor’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.

Kor also spun sharply, and three thick arcs of fire ford a pagoda-shaped Fla Tower. As he chanted a spell under his breath and his left index finger moved quickly, the skies above seed to darken, leaving only the expanding Fla Tower in front of him that, in re monts, turned every fire arc into a three-foot-high curtain of fla. The eerily glowing fire circumvented and rose ceaselessly, engulfing the two ogres within.

A horrifying and vulgar howl imdiately spread across the wilderness, sending chills through anyone who heard it. Kor 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 augnted with elents of Light Series Magic, an ancient spell long lost to the sands of ti. Even Kor 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 Kor had painstakingly gathered from various mories and studies in nightmares, along with the Sheepskin Scroll. Regrettably, Kor 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 sowhat successful albeit with diminished power. The Fla Tower expanded and then contracted, layers upon layers afire. He could almost feel the fire elents 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 Kor had researched for months was not so easily broken. As the fire elents drifted out, the enormous Fla Tower acted like a giant vacuum, reabsorbing the fleeing elents while continuously devouring the surrounding air, causing the space within the Fla Tower to collapse and shrink.

Kor kept gesturing to drive the magic power, intensifying the enchantnt’s corrosive nature. A faint black aura enveloped the Fla 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, Kor had no other choice. If it was usable, he had to use it.