Chapter Fourteen

Rebri was extremely anxious. The opponent’s aim was clearly directed at Kommer. Though it was still unclear where the enemy came from, the continuous magical attacks from the magician kept them trapped here. The fierce Thunder God’s Mace rolled endlessly in the air, with thunderclaps falling one after another, golden snakes dancing, and lightning flashing.

Sorenberg darted across the ground, trying to avoid this punishment from the heavens. Shatima’s thick dragon spear must have been knocked away somewhere. Her earlier daring attempt to break through had clearly drawn retribution. Despite her dragon power protecting her, the intense electric current from the spear made her once-lush hair stand on end, turning her into a furious porcupine—a truly bizarre sight.

“Miss Shatima, please rush over quickly! Lord Kommer needs you. I’ll help you!” Rebri took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a precise gesture, and pushed forward as if trying to open a heavily weighted door. A series of low chants emerged from his mouth, and his solemn expression showed he was exerting all his effort to activate the magic.

A dazzling white barrier finally formed at low altitude and rapidly expanded, seemingly about to cover the backyard. The violent Thunder God’s Mace struck the milky-white barrier fiercely, trying to tear it apart, but the elastic and resilient barrier gradually rolled up, engulfing the relentless attacks. The thundering sounds gradually faded.

The opposing magician clearly realized he had encountered a strong opponent. Such a powerful magic as the Thunder God’s Mace had been silently blocked by the opponent’s light barrier. The opponent’s mastery of light magic was impeccable—no magic could dispel lightning magic, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be controlled. Light magic and earth magic were the best countermeasures.

A series of wind blades spun in the air, their shrill whistling overpowering the fading thunder. The light barrier fluttered in the wind, and the sharp wind blades even tore it to shreds. With a chilling coldness, they poured down from the sky. Countless wind blades merged with the icy blades in the air, instantly turning into deadly gusts!

Rebri stared in astonishment at the scene before him. He had been prepared for his opponent’s tenacity, but he still hadn’t expected them to come up with a countermeasure so quickly and even launch a mixed spell of wind and ice magic. Where on earth did these guys come from? They were so skilled in elemental magic. As far as he remembered, there seemed to be no one like them in the Light Church. They didn’t seem to belong to the Light Church either; rather, they appeared to be from some neutral mage system independent of light and darkness.

But that no longer mattered. Shatima and Sorenberg had already broken through the barrier of the lightning magic array. Rebri even saw Mihajic’s fleeting figure. Now he had all the time in the world to play around with these guys and figure out their true origins.

The two orbs of light merged into one even larger one, rushing toward Big Bear. Komer grew nervous. The opponent had clearly regained their senses. Combining their forces could confuse Big Bear and exploit its simple intelligence. Once Big Bear engaged them, one of them would surely be sent to hold it back while the other effortlessly dealt with Komer. But just because they saw through his tactics didn’t mean he had a solution. After all, Big Bear was a separate entity with its own judgment. Facing a powerful enemy, it might not always be able to weigh the pros and cons clearly.

Komer could only sigh inwardly. Big Bear’s wisdom hadn’t fully returned to its state before death. It only had vague combat instincts and judgments, which might work temporarily but couldn’t truly determine its fate.

The crescent blade in Big Bear’s hand once again emitted layers of dark blue ripples, silently surging forward. The bright blue orbs with a hint of clarity exploded. Komer could clearly see Big Bear’s neck, face, and chest being repeatedly struck by the opponent’s swift sword thrusts. The injuries were countless and beyond description, but they weren’t enough to bring Big Bear down.

Suddenly, the dark blue ripples let out a faint howl, as if the dull thunderstorm vanished in an instant. A cold, ghostly blade flashed past Qilongba’s throat. If not for Qilongba’s decisive last-second leap backward, he would have become a headless corpse.

But at this moment, Salinger had already successfully used Qilombra to draw the Big Bear’s attention, allowing him to dodge its blade. A strange glow suddenly appeared at the tip of the Knight’s Sword, and Komer could only watch in horror as the sword tip grew rapidly before his eyes—perhaps his life would end in the next instant?!
A massive dragon spear swept in like a hurricane, striking at an angle and saving Komer at the last moment.
When the Knight’s Sword collided with the powerful dragon spear, the intense force sent Salinger flying through the air, tumbling repeatedly. Salinger’s all-out attack also took a toll on Shatima—her body was flung sideways by the fierce force. Shatima and Komer rolled together like rolling gourds, in a mess but unharmed.
Komer felt the mass pressing on his face was extremely elastic, almost suffocating him. The strong scent seemed familiar—Shatima! It was Shatima who had saved his life at the last moment!
Sorenberg leaped into the air, blocking Salinger, who still wanted to attack. The intense clash of combat auras created a screeching friction sound in the air, almost piercing the eardrums. Compared to the Big Bear’s life-or-death struggle, the collision between Salinger and Sorenberg was even more spectacular.
Knight’s Spear against Knight’s Sword, Magic Knight against Dark Knight—only then did Salinger truly give up hope. But escaping the battlefield was no longer easy. A metal puppet lurking nearby, clearly under the command of a puppet mage, spread its arms wide, its shovel-shaped metal arms gleaming in the dawn light, ready to attack at any moment.
Ice combat auras spread outward with the burst of light from the Knight’s Spear, filling the air with a freezing chill that could freeze anyone on the spot. Salinger channeled his sacred combat auras to counter the relentless ice auras. He wouldn’t dare underestimate such an unconventional type of combat aura—once one reached the external manifestation stage, the type of aura no longer mattered; sheer power was the main criterion distinguishing warriors.
“Huh? Sacred combat aura?” The azure glow of the combat aura spread outward slowly. It didn’t stand out much when clashing with the grayish ice combat auras, but for a warrior like Sorenberg, it was quite clear. “Aren’t you a Light Warrior?”

“Hmph!” Selinger let out a light snort through his nose without responding. The other party clearly thought they were knights from the Light Church’s knight order, but their sacred combat energy revealed their true nature—Light knights could never use sacred combat energy; for them, it was the supreme force. Selinger didn’t want to reveal his true identity. These Homers were unfamiliar with any forces outside Nicomedia. As long as he could escape successfully, he believed they would never know his true background.

Shatima had already leaped up. Comer, bleeding from the nose and mouth, startled her greatly. In her eyes, someone strong enough to make Comer bleed like that was unimaginable. This guy’s overwhelming strength meant that anyone who dared oppose him ended up in disaster, including herself. Even guys like Marco from the Light Church could act freely under their noses, yet now this guy lay there, barely alive. Could it be that her own pressure had such power?

“Comer, what’s wrong?” Shatima cried out in exaggerated alarm.

After groaning in frustration twice, Comer couldn’t express his pain. Although Shatima had saved his life earlier, part of the fierce backlash from the combat energy still hit him. After resisting the attack of the magic arrows, he was already extremely weak. This additional strike made his blood boil inside, nearly causing his veins to burst and killing him.

“Shatima, ignore me. Go stop those two with the puppet. They must not escape! I want to see who holds such a deep grudge against me and wants to kill me.”

After taking several deep breaths, Comer finally stabilized his internal energy. At this point, he was also filled with curiosity about his opponent. Sacred combat energy? Not the Light warriors he had imagined—this was quite surprising. Could it be that he was so despised that even strangers wanted to see him dead? Comer really couldn’t figure it out. He was desperate to know who his opponent was.

When Rebrí led the arriving magicians to launch a magical counterattack and break through their opponent’s trap, it meant the battle was coming to an end. With Shatima and the metal puppet joining in, Selinger and Zilomba were squeezed into a tiny space. The howling winds of combat energy left the backyard in chaos, with broken branches and trunks scattered everywhere, causing Comer great pain. These wastrels even wanted to take away his only hobby. For that reason, he absolutely wouldn’t let those two get away unscathed.