The Vastness of Magi Chapter 339 - 339 Volume 6 Fortified at Every Step 4

??Chapter 339: Volu 6: Fortified at Every Step, Chapter 4: Slaughter the Demon (2)

Chapter 339: Volu 6: Fortified at Every Step, Chapter 4: Slaughter the Demon (2)

Kor’s only sensation was that of shadows flickering past his eyes. Having prepared thoroughly for this battle, he relied on the acceleration magic he had cast on himself. With a slight sway of his body, he dodged an ogre’s grasping hand that whizzed through the air. The huge stench blasted over his head. While marveling at the ogre’s extraordinary leaping ability, Kor dared not slacken his efforts. A small and exquisite magic wand in his hand pointed towards the ogre, which executed a beautiful spin before landing. A red light ball condensed at the tip of the wand, suddenly falling from the end of the staff. Midway to the ground, it burst into a dazzling red glow, so bright that even Kor’s pupils, long accustod to such brilliance, involuntarily contracted. The red light split into a fan-shaped rainbow that shot straight towards the ogre, poised to pounce. This was one of the few Light Magic spells that Kor could cast—Ice lt. Although this spell, mastered by mages and paladins of the Church of Light, could not directly damage an opponent, it effectively nullified or reduced defenses immune to magic, making it a powerful weapon against high-level Magical Beasts.

The air was thick with a piercing stench, a reaction to the ogre’s fury. The ogre’s underarm glands, stimulated by their magic nature, released waves of this dizzying scent in all directions. However, Kor and Ilot, having already taken the Clearing and Cooling Powder, were not affected. Kor had prepared extensively for this fight beforehand, ensuring not a single essential item was missed. He believed in the principle of never engaging in battle unprepared, and when one’s own strength was insufficient, the necessity of material preparation was undeniable.

There ca a faint rustling of footsteps from behind, while the two ogres in front were fully prid, their dark red eyes glinting with bloodthirst. Their mouths opened and closed incessantly, their long arms slightly outstretched, ready to devour their prey. It was a harbinger of the ogres’ impending outburst. Kor turned slightly, his peripheral vision already catching sight of two more ogres that had stealthily approached from behind to within ten ters. Their tiptoeing manner indicated they intended to launch a surprise attack while Kor and his companion were fully engaged with the two ogres in front.

Finally, the mont Kor had been waiting for arrived. His worry had been that even if they could slay the two ogres in front, the other two might flee and, driven by their strong desire for revenge, wage ceaseless sneak attacks and harassnt against them in the coming days. This was a situation Kor did not want to face.

“Attack!” Kor roared, and at his signal, Ilot, who had been ready to strike, suddenly lunged forward. The faint great sword erupted with a powerful gleam at that mont, creating a massive fan-shaped light screen in front of the two ogres leaping forward. Layers of light rippled with a deep blue hue.

anwhile, Kor turned sharply, and three broad arcs of fire ford a pagoda-like Fla Tower. Accompanied by the spell he murmured and the swift slide of his index finger, the night sky seed to darken, leaving only the expanding tower of flas in front of him. Within monts, each fiery arc blazed into a three-foot-high sheet of flas that undulated and rose, quickly engulfing the two ogres.

A piercing, brutish howl spread across the wilderness, sending chills down one’s spine. Kor could not afford to relax. As he wiped off his sweat, he continued to chant spells to strengthen the binding nature of this Mixed Magic. It was a Large-scale Fire Magic layered with Light Series elents, which Kor knew to be a long-lost ancient magic. He wasn’t even clear about the origins of this particular spell. It was the Demon Subjugation, a perfect variant of Mixed Magic, a painstaking creation by the magic genius Chubais centuries ago.

This too was the result of the knowledge and mories Kor had accumulated through nightmarish dreams and his intensive research on those Parchnt scrolls. Unfortunately, he could not decipher the strange, ancient text on the scrolls. It only allowed him to derive vague understandings through the old spells and illustrated hand gestures, though at great cost to their power. From expansion to contraction, the towering Fla Tower shifted layer by layer, its heat surging. Kor even felt the Fire elents straining to break free, a clear sign that the ogres were exhausting every bit of Magic power stored in their core crystals to resist the assault. The Magical Beasts’ formidable magic resistance was fully displayed in their mont of impending doom. Yet, this spell, which had taken Kor months to master, was not easily broken. As the Fire elents drifted away, the vast tower of flas, like a giant vortex, drew them back, consuming the surrounding air and causing space within the Fla Tower to collapse.

Kor continued to gesture, channeling magic power to intensify the magic’s erosive nature. A faint trace of black air swirled around the entire Fla Tower, creating a stark contrast between sacred and peculiar. This was a result of Kor’s study of Dark Erosion Magic, which Kennifer III was most adept at. This Dark Erosion Magic could be attached to any spell, and though it did not enhance the primary spell’s effect, its destructive erosion could infiltrate the opponent’s body silently and significantly damage various functions. However, it had its limitations; its effectiveness was greatly reduced against Dark Class creatures and had no effect on Undead Creatures. But at that mont, Kor had no other choice but to employ what was available.