Chapter 29: A Battle That Captivates the World (12)

Komer’s incredibly charming smile appeared eerily strange. Faced with Caesar’s provocation, he weighed the strength comparison between his side and Caesar’s. Caesar and Noyora were undoubtedly the strongest duo, and even with himself, Mihajic, and Shatima, it was uncertain whether they could withstand them. Even if the Great Bear were brought into the fight, the situation wouldn’t improve much—at best, it would result in a stalemate, assuming Caesar’s strength didn’t exceed Komer’s estimates.

The two Heavenly Rank Holy Knights behind Caesar were clearly stronger than the previous two. Qin Reina and Hume’s combat auras had turned from solid to faint; their barely perceptible auras seemed even weaker than Hilton and Marconi’s. Yet this was precisely a sign that their combat auras had reached a higher level.

Vladkov, along with Jacques and three other Dark Knights from the south, might just be able to match Qin Reina, but what about the Eagle of Transylvania and his two companions? Could they hold off that Hume Knight?

These thoughts flashed through Komer’s mind in an instant. He couldn’t delay any longer. If his side showed even the slightest weakness, Frunst and Vazinki might hesitatelessly join the battle, and everything would be out of control.

A powerful Advanced Enhancement Spell was Komer’s response. He used this somewhat cunning method to declare the outbreak of total war.

He had no choice. Uma’s expression had already revealed the faint stir of enlightenment deep within him. The dark mist had thinned to such an extent that it was hard to summon even a decent Skeleton Warrior. Even those that did emerge appeared far weaker than before—a bad omen.

The use of the Advanced Enhancement Spell marked the official start of total war. A fierce Sky Holy Flame surged into the air in an instant, like a red sun suddenly breaking through the clouds to unleash its full power, casting golden light over entire Damolsk Fortress. The Obelisk Square seemed to bear the immense pressure of this radiant flame. This was Noyora’s most powerful skill, and to hold back under such circumstances would be a crime against oneself.

Without waiting for the Advanced Dark Enhancement Spell to fully activate, Komer quickly chanted the incantations. At this moment, whoever could display all their strength in the shortest time would gain the upper hand.

A golden body appeared out of thin air; its agile form seemed to have come from another dimension. Its eerie, dark eyes searched for a target. The moment they met Komer’s gaze, it leaped upward like a spring, covering over ten meters in the blink of an eye before landing lightly in front of Komer.

A deeply intense gaze was cast at Komer, containing all commands within it. With a stunning rebounding leap, the golden-bodied creature soared into the air, performing an unimaginable spin. Two spear-like blades also suddenly generated rings of light, attacking Nojola, who was concentrating on casting the advanced magic of the Sacred Sky Flame.

Shatima also rushed over at full speed, shouting angrily. Her massive dragon spear generated waves of thunderous energy, even scraping off a layer of stone powder from the cobblestone ground. The ice dragon’s power surged angrily, causing half of the space to become blurred due to rapid compression.

Facing the sudden attack from the golden corpse assassin, Nojola ignored it entirely, focusing solely on channeling her magic to its fullest potential, determined to perish alongside her enemy.

Komer watched every move of Caesar without moving, but his mouth and hands never stopped. A series of gestures, combined with incantations, were continuously unleashed, with spells being cast one after another in a very short time. This was the first time he had cast spells at such high efficiency. The successive spells caused intense pain in his mind due to the rapid consumption of magic. Even with the extraordinary power of Cenifer III, casting so many advanced spells in such a short time was still unbearable.

A long, gentle stream of magic slowly flowed into Komer’s body. He knew exactly where this power came from. He didn’t want Lomei to get involved. Although Lomei was strong enough to participate in this battle, Komer didn’t want her to face the idols she once revered. No matter the outcome of this battle, it would plunge this former Holy Guardian into painful internal struggle.

Mihajic seemed determined. Two metal puppets with distinct expressions finally appeared before the world at the same time.

One was tall and formidable, with strong and steady steps; the five metal spikes at the ends of its arms varied in shape—some like coiled springs, some like spiked balls with chains, some like sharp blades, and some like uneven prongs. The other was much smaller and more agile, moving with light and eerie grace, equipped with two sharp triangular blades that could cut, shave, chop, and pierce, resembling two soul-calling instruments designed to claim lives.

The latter was undoubtedly an improved version of Mihajic’s earlier creations. In addition to adding special magical metal to the joints to enhance protection and durability, Mihajic had clearly also focused heavily on improving the speed and frequency of the puppet’s movements.

As for that incredibly powerful puppet warrior, it was Mihajic’s painstaking masterpiece over the past half year. The sheer amount of magic metal used throughout its body, along with magic crystals derived from intelligent magical beasts, had cost Mihajic countless sleepless nights. Compared to the previous metal puppet, this warrior was incomparable in terms of intelligence and combat strength.

Caesar finally smiled. Only such battles were meaningful. His opponent had clearly revealed all his cards, but that wasn’t enough. He intended to squeeze every last thing from his opponent bit by bit, forcing him to exhaust all his tricks until he was utterly desperate. He wanted his opponent to remember this hopeless battle for life. Only then would his journey across long distances be worthwhile.

Komer stared intently at Caesar until the latter gently touched the knight’s spear planted beside him on the bluestone slab—only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. If this still wasn’t enough to make his opponent consider using a weapon, he truly had no choice but to withdraw from this fateful duel.