Chapter 5: The Trapped Beast

“Tornado Cone?!” His pupils contracted slightly as Lorenzo finally remembered that this colleague already possessed a solid foundation in elemental magic years ago. The tornado-like column he had seen earlier was merely a decoy to draw in wind elements, while the funnel-shaped wind cone rapidly forming before him was the real killing move!
It took only a few seconds for the intense wind elements to change from cyan-white to an eerie blue-gray due to the rapid rotational compression. A vast amount of wind elements were compressed into an extremely small funnel-shaped space, generating immense thrust. The hard barrier formed by air magic made the outer surface of the funnel-shaped wind cone exceptionally strong. As the wind elements were squeezed together and continuously rotated outward, a fierce impact force was generated at the conical tip at the top of the funnel—this was the principle behind the Tornado Cone.
Mixed magic had almost become the exclusive domain of grand magicians. Almost every magic practitioner above the grand magician level would specialize in one or two mixed magics that could be easily combined as their signature moves. By now, Rebrí had no intention of finding a good solution this time. Since that was the case, there was no need to hide anything anymore—he unleashed his never-before-seen ultimate technique right away.
Dozens of Tornado Cones swirled in the air, their shrill screams fillingthe wholeDamorlensk Fortress, almost tearing Komer’s eardrums apart. It sounded like countless demons laughing in the sky, or like countless underworld souls rising from hell to summon people. The friction between the air barrier and the wind elements due to their rapid rotation caused a slight distortion in the entire air layer.
The Tornado Cones attacked from almost every angle. The airflow emitted by their sharp tips was powerful enough to shatter stone and pierce metal. As the deputy leader of the Inquisition, Lorenzo certainly knew well the power of this mixed magic. He formed strange hand gestures with his fingers and chanted the spells immediately. This filled Lorenzo with rage—no one had forced him to chant spells so desperately to accelerate the creation of a defensive shield to ward off the attacks for many years.
The light-based shield was created almost instantly. Thanks to the powerful magic and the incantations, the shield appeared just before the Tornado Cones reached them. Countless wind cones struck the silver-white barrier, and the shrill screams seemed to fade momentarily, though they became even more soul-chilling, making one’s chest tighten with anxiety.

The sharp beams of force continuously eroded the light shield. It was only then that Lorenzo realized he had truly underestimated his opponent. He had only heard of this “Violent Wind Cone” before and had never seen it in action. After all, there were not many people in the Church of Light skilled in such hybrid magic. The destructive power of this hybrid magic against his protective light shield was astonishingly severe. Although he kept channeling magic to strengthen the shield, its effect was clearly not enough to withstand the intense attacks for long.

A hint of surprise also appeared on Nojola’s face. Though he knew that with Rebrí’s abilities, whatever he used would surely be something extraordinary, this move—a dual hybrid magic called the “Violent Wind Cone”—had nothing to do with his highly refined light magic. Just this alone proved that Rebrí’s strength far exceeded his initial estimates.

Countless Violent Wind Cones swirled wildly in the air, with beams of force shooting out from the cone-shaped openings at the top, constantly tearing at the shield that emitted a faint silver-white glow. The extremely sharp beams carved countless crisscrossing grooves in the stone-paved ground, scattering ochre-colored stone dust everywhere, filling the air with a distinctive scent.

Komer took a deep breath. Although Rebrí seemed to have the upper hand on the surface, Komer knew it was just an illusion. Up to now, Lorenzo still hadn’t launched an attack, and the use of such a powerful hybrid magic like the Violent Wind Cone hadn’t surprised Lorenzo or Nojola either. This proved what Rebrí had said earlier—that Lorenzo and Nojola’s strength far surpassed what he could imagine.

Although he knew this approach wasn’t entirely proper, Komer realized he had no choice. If they didn’t join forces, Rebrí wouldn’t last long. Nojola’s willingness to let Lorenzo deal with both him and Rebrí clearly meant he was absolutely confident. Since that was the case, Komer didn’t need to worry about any rules or constraints.

Beneath his wide mage robe, dark magic flowed continuously from the tip to the base of the black crystal staff, and then back again. The sleeves of his robe continued to swell slowly, while Komer’s expression grew increasingly calm. His pale cheeks and deep eyes seemed like bottomless voids capable of devouring everything, even light.

As Lorenzo’s long sleeves gently rose, a faint mist like the light of dawn appeared at the tip of his raised staff. Almost everyone in the area immediately felt the power of this mist, which left no time for further thought. In an instant, the mist condensed into a coiled beam of light, then suddenly burst forth with a brilliant glow akin to the rising sun. The fierce winds that had been howling were instantly dissipated by this sudden burst of light, leaving not even a trace of sound or residue—vanishing completely without a trace. Its eerie nature made even Noyora take a deep breath. Lorenzo actually possessed such a powerful light magic technique that surpassed even the Skylight Crossing spell—Infinity Skylight.

This immense force of light not only swept away all the wind elements in the air but also surged toward Rebril and Komer with overwhelming momentum. Even the magic matrices nearby seemed to be affected by this wave of light, trembling slightly.

Komer gasped in shock and quickly retracted the spell he had almost cast. Facing such powerful light magic, using any dark spells would be pure suicide. The necromantic spells he had intended to unleash would be completely destroyed under the impact of this pure light.

Now, the only option left was probably his most skilled lightning magic. Without hesitation, if he delayed any longer, Rebril might still hold out, but any hope of turning the tide would be lost. He tapped his black crystal staff twice on the ground, and the magic energy flowing from the staff merged evenly with the magic energy from his own body.

When the huge dark clouds over Damorinsk Fortress covered the entire sky, turning the ground gray, even Noyora raised his eyebrows in astonishment as he watched the sky. The ruler of lightning magic—Thunder God’s Hammer—was at work. The sound of rolling thunder filled the air, and the dark clouds churned violently. Golden snakes sprang forth from the gaps in the clouds, while lightning bolts tore through the clouds, as if unleashing the Thunder God’s wrath. This was a sign that the Thunder God was about to appear.

If it were just Mjolnir, Noroya would only be slightly surprised rather than shocked. Although Mjolnir is fierce and brutal, even unaffected by light magic, it is not invincible. With sufficient strength, such an unstoppable spell can be rendered ineffective. The problem is that, judging from the scale of the dark clouds and lightning in the sky, this is clearly not a single Mjolnir spell—it could be at least two or even three. Could this minor noble possess the power to cast multiple Mjolnir spells at once?

No, that’s impossible. Aside from the Pope, even Frunest, Vazinki, or even himself couldn’t do such a thing. So how did this guy manage it? Could it be a magic scroll? That’s the only possibility. Could there still be Mjolnir magic scrolls on the Azure Continent? As far as he knew, there were many magicians capable of creating Mjolnir, but almost no crystals on the Azure Continent could sustain the casting of such advanced lightning magic. Moreover, no such universal advanced lightning magic scrolls were available in the market anymore. He had no idea where this guy got them.

The infinite light surged in like a tidal wave. Komer had to summon a giant stone troll in front of him while casting Mjolnir. Even then, he wasn’t completely at ease. As he cast the two Mjolnir magic scrolls, another shield of light magic covered his body. To counteract light magic, only dark magic was effective—though that meant direct confrontation with light magic, a battle largely determined by strength. Komer still didn’t want to go that far. Even at this point, his hope hadn’t completely vanished.

Faced with the vast dark clouds covering the sky and the intense mixture of fire and wind elements, Lorenzo was also utterly shocked. Such a formidable force clearly couldn’t be created by just one or two lightning spells. Rebril was still struggling to maintain his own light magic and certainly didn’t have the energy to cast lightning spells. Then it had to be that country noble. Could that guy cast multiple lightning spells at once? It seemed to be Mjolnir, the supreme lightning spell. Was this guy insane? Using several magic scrolls at once? Did he think that would allow him to escape punishment?

Though shocked, Lorenzo was not afraid. Although lightning magic was fierce and violent, it wasn’t enough to make him back down—so let the storm come even stronger!