Chapter 6: The Struggle Continues
The onslaught of light energy nearly erased the stone golem standing before Komer in just one second. Watching helplessly as the rock-solid statue peeled away layer by layer, turning into swirling sand that disappeared rapidly—actually in just an instant—Komer felt as though he were inside a hourglass of time and space. The erosion of a thousand-year-old statue was compressed into a single second, a truly magnificent yet desolate sight. But at this moment, Komer had no time to savor such a breathtaking sense of historical tragedy. The raging force of infinite celestial light tested the purity of Komer’s shield of light the moment the stone golem vanished. Forced to convert most of his dark energy into light, Komer’s shield of light solidified into a sacred, radiant semicircular barrier, resisting the unstoppable waves of light with great strength.
When Lorenzo’s infinite celestial power surged forward and collided with Komer’s gradually expanding shield of light, the point of impact twisted strangely. Realizing the danger, Komer cleverly stepped back slowly to avoid the spatial rift that could devour everything. Under the overwhelming force of the celestial light, his shield was nearly compressed into a thin plate. The immense pressure even made Komer’s ribs creak; suffocation and dizziness overtook him. Fortunately, stepping back two steps relieved some of the pressure on his body, allowing him to endure the ordeal.
While Komer and Rebril struggled to withstand the massive impact of Lorenzo’s infinite celestial power, Lorenzo himself was no less strained. Three thunder god heads the size of cages and six thick arms wielding thunder hammers emerged simultaneously from the gaps in the dark clouds. Amidst their frenzied roars, the thunder hammers unleashed their wild power!
As the dark clouds rolled, countless golden snakes emerged from the gaps, unleashing their fierce power with each strike of the thunder hammers. Deafening explosions rang out above Damolensk Fortress. Each golden snake targeted one goal: Lorenzo, standing proudly beneath the stormy skies!
Three Mjölnirs! Having been active for decades, Lorenzo had witnessed more dangerous and arduous battles, but he had never seen anything as breathtaking as this. Countless golden snakes formed a dense web of electricity that descended from all directions, enveloping him completely. The interacting fire serpents emitted a hissing sound, while the intense combination of fire and wind elements created a peculiar scent.
“Perfect timing!” With a soft sigh, Lorenzo no longer showed his usual hesitation. Instead, his face was filled with solemnity as he raised the brightly glowing Staff of the Holy Angel. This was the staff representing the highest enforcement power of the Church of Light, with only three such staffs existing in the entire church—one sealed in St. Mark’s Cathedral and another frozen within a pillar in the Tribunal.
Suddenly, a straight beam of light burst from the top of the Staff of the Holy Angel. At first, it was only the size of a tabletop, but like ripples on water, it expanded instantly, becoming an infinitely large light screen in the blink of an eye.
With a serious expression, Lorenzo slowly raised the Staff of the Holy Angel, silently reciting spells to control the ever-expanding light energy. The Angelic Light Barrier was a high-level light magic spell that not everyone could use. It required not only a strong foundation in light magic but also, most importantly, a sacred artifact blessed by an angel as a guiding tool—and Lorenzo possessed all these conditions.
Raising the Staff of the Holy Angel slowly, as if bearing an immense weight, Lorenzo’s resolute expression suddenly appeared as the staff spun away from his hand. The massive light screen rose slowly under the guidance of the spinning staff, facing the descending web of electricity.
What a magnificent sight! As the countless golden snakes collided with the rising light barrier, they exploded. At that moment, the infinite power of the Mjölnir was unleashed—like countless thunderclaps shaking the sky. The entire light barrier was enveloped in swirling light mist, intertwining with the lightning and fire network to create a truly astonishing spectacle.
The Golden Snake Fire Net, intertwined with the light, displayed nine dazzling colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, and white. At that moment, the thunderous noises ceased, leaving behind a profound silence. Yet this quiet period lasted only a second. The space behind the barrier of light suddenly became transparent and flawless. Immediately afterward, three enormous dark cracks appeared in midair, from which one could faintly see endless wonders—another dimension. Anyone caught within, whether a holy demon master or a supreme martial arts warrior, would be unable to escape, left at the mercy of the God of Fate.
The immense gravitational pull of these dark cracks instantly devoured all forces around them. Whether it was the remnants of Thor floating in the air or the light barriers deployed, they were all drawn into the cracks like moths to a flame. Even Noroyla, who was watching from afar, was inspired by this magnificent scene.
However, what was happening above had no impact on the intense battle unfolding beneath the sky. After enduring the fierce onslaught of the infinite light, Lebrí had unleashed his ultimate wind magic, the Wind Dragon Roar. This was the most powerful hybrid magic he had developed after mastering wind magic and incorporating elements of puppet summoning. It was also one of Lebrí’s proudest masterpieces.
The illusionary wind dragon, formed by gathering all the wind elements in the space, quickly became clear as its azure body took shape. With the help of Komer’s Thunder Hammer, which suppressed Lorenzo’s attacks, Lebrí continued to channel his magic to solidify the wind dragon.
Once formed, the seven-meter-long wind dragon immediately displayed its fierce power. As sweat beaded on Lebrí’s staff as he pointed, the dragon’s massive body rolled lightly through the air, its wings spreading wide. The powerful wind howl turned the entire Damorlensk Fortress into a giant wind tunnel. After raising its head proudly, the dragon suddenly lowered it and let out a clear, resonant roar at Lorenzo, who had realized the danger. Countless solidified wind elements erupted from the dragon’s mouth, transforming into razor-sharp wind wheels that fiercely attacked the proud Lorenzo.
Even Nowola couldn’t help but show a slight change in expression. With just this one wind-based magic spell, Rebrí had rightfully reached the level of a grand elemental mage—a realm that ordinary magic practitioners could hardly attain in a lifetime. Not to mention, he also possessed a solid foundation in light magic, suggesting he had likely already reached the level of a grand mage or even been on his way to becoming a archmage.
He didn’t relax just because Rebrí had unleashed a demonized wind dragon. The more he witnessed Rebrí’s formidable strength, the more he realized the power of Lorenzo and Nowola—heroes strong enough to make Rebrí bow in fear. Such foes couldn’t be defeated with a few self-proclaimed powerful spells. Komer had never been that naive. Only by unleashing all his strength without reservation might he find a chance in this desperate struggle.
Four figures appeared almost instantly and without warning. Pale skeletal frames wielded dark scythes against the howling gales, stirring up clouds of black mist and dense gloom. The four undead warriors finally appeared, roaring as they attacked their most hated and feared enemies! This meant Komer no longer cared about anything and was ready to slaughter recklessly.
Since he couldn’t escape fate’s mockery, Komer stopped thinking about anything else. Once captured by the Tribunal, the dark essence within him couldn’t hide from the scrutiny of powerful figures like Nowola and Lorenzo. For a dark heretic like him, falling into their hands would likely mean execution—perhaps even being burned to a charred corpse on a pyre.
Rather than hiding and waiting to die, it was better to give it his all and fight bravely!
Komer unleashed the two undead warriors he had painstakingly trained, along with two illusionary warriors conjured through spells to support their attack. The swift illusionary warriors and undead warriors quickly surrounded Lorenzo. But before Komer could catch his breath, he cast several more spells in succession. The ground beneath them suddenly split open, and two giant earth titans rose from the ground. After Komer cast several powerful solidification spells, the earth trolls, which had been wavering under the fierce shockwaves, grew rapidly and soon gained the strength to launch attacks amidst the howling winds and surging energy. Shaking their thick but not clumsy bodies, they charged at Lorenzo, shouting.
“Wow! So he’s showing his true colors after all!” Nojora thought to herself with a smile. This trip wasn’t in vain—Karu’s observations and analysis were correct. This little lord was indeed a man tainted by darkness, and it seemed he had sunk so low that he even dared to summon undead in front of her. It was an utterly reckless provocation! Did he really think these filthy things could spare him punishment? How absurd! For the first time, Nojora felt the urge to punish this arrogant fool with her own hands.