Chapter 293: Before the Divine Strike
The timing of the mental attack was impeccable, striking precisely at the moment Serie's concentration wavered after continuous harassment.
Alarm bells rang in Serie's mind. The Holy Sword Athos triggered instantly, deploying its barrier to block the majority of the mental shock.
However, a tiny fraction still seeped through, causing her a moment of stinging pain and dizziness. Although her powerful will suppressed it instantly, her movements inevitably lagged for a split second.
"Now! Attack with everything!" the Great Mage's ecstatic roar rang out from the fog.
In an instant, all the hidden mages seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Various high-powered offensive spells shot toward Serie, who was momentarily stiffened by the mental shock, from all directions and angles.
At this moment, the crisis seemed to have descended.
However, a trace of mockery flashed in Serie's eyes.
She had been waiting for exactly this opportunity!
Facing this terrifying concentrated fire capable of erasing a mountain peak, she did not retreat but advanced.
The Holy Sword Athos blossomed with unprecedented brilliance. The barrier solidified to the extreme, forcibly withstanding the first and most ferocious wave of attacks.
Simultaneously, while defending, the Holy Sword Org, which she had kept ready, finally moved.
Serie gripped Org's broad hilt with both hands. She wasn't using it to cast a spell, but treating it as a true sword, executing a simple, unadorned slash.
Light burst from the blade. Following her swing, a massive, visible crescent-shaped shockwave slashed brazenly forward!
RIIIP—!!!
Like the sound of fabric tearing.
The white fog that interfered with perception was forcibly split open, revealing a clear path.
The slash did not lose momentum. It plowed forward in a straight line with brute force. Everything in its path, including the unfortunate mages caught in its trajectory, was instantly reduced to dust by that terrifying power.
The white fog was torn apart, exposing the hiding mages completely to Serie's vision.
Their faces still bore the twisted mix of imminent ecstasy and sudden horror, looking particularly comical.
"How is this possible?! Our combined magic..."
The lead Court Great Mage screamed in disbelief.
This magic, a killer move developed by imitating the bizarre black mist of the northern Godfall Land, had been violently broken by a single sword strike?!
What terrified him even more were the three longswords floating behind Serie.
He recognized the emerald-green Athos, the symbol of the Elven Saint and the reason for her title.
But what were the origins of that silver-white sword and the ornate one radiating pure brilliance?
Why were the energy fluctuations and aura emanating from them in no way inferior to Athos?!
How many trump cards does this elf have?!
"Do not stop attacking! She has consumed a lot of energy!"
The Great Mage suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted orders hoarsely, trying to make a final struggle.
At this point, they had no retreat. They could only steel themselves for a final frontal confrontation with this unfathomable Elven Saint.
But it seemed Serie had had enough of these people's endless pestering.
Countless magic circles appeared around her, the runes on each one incomparably complex and profound. As a powerful mage, the leader instantly had a terrifying thought.
Could that be... a legendary Forbidden Spell?
On the ground, Rhodes also seemed tired of this simple slaughter.
Looking at the soldiers who, despite heavy casualties, continued to surge forward like a tide under the officers' commands, he sighed softly.
"It is time to end this."
He stopped using scattered spatial magic. Like Serie, he began to fully liberate his mana.
A mana presence far vaster and more terrifying than any moment before began to gather around him.
For a time, all the mana on the battlefield rushed frantically toward Rhodes and Serie.
Even the space inside the barrier began to tremble violently, and the restrictive barrier in the sky emitted the cracking sounds of being overwhelmed!
All surviving soldiers felt the aura of destruction that made their souls tremble. Their charging steps halted involuntarily as they looked in horror at the black-haired man whose aura rivaled a god.
Facing the relentless, maggot-like attacks of the Imperial Legion, Rhodes and Serie's patience was finally exhausted.
Continuing this attrition was meaningless. Neither of them were executioners who enjoyed slaughter. Since these people were loyal to the death to the Southern Unified Empire and its Emperor, they might as well send them on their way early.
It was time to let Legate and his ambition witness true despair.
Moreover, he needed to pay the most painful price for his ambition.
Their gazes met briefly in mid-air. No words were needed; a consensus was reached.
They stopped their actions simultaneously and retreated slightly. A completely different aura began to permeate from them. Simultaneously, countless magic circles appeared around their bodies.
This aura wasn't the surging mana pressure released during combat, but a terrifying power that made the entire world tremble and the surrounding mana surge along with it.
Divine Strike.
The strongest offensive magic in the world. It should have been extinct, but Rhodes had improved it and forcibly passed it down. Currently, only he and Serie mastered this magic.
"What is he doing?!"
The Legion Commander besieging Rhodes shouted. Although he didn't understand, his biological instincts screamed extreme danger.
He urged the soldiers to attack frantically. "Quick! Interrupt him!"
The remaining soldiers surged forward like a tide. Arrows, javelins, and even the offensive spells of the mages hiding in the formation poured toward Rhodes like a torrential rainstorm.
On the other side, the Court Mages who had just survived Serie's attack turned deathly pale upon sensing the brewing energy fluctuations.
Their magical perception was countless times sharper than ordinary soldiers. They naturally sensed the terror of the magic Serie was about to unleash.
"This... this fluctuation... impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
An elderly mage's pupils contracted to pinpoints. His body trembled uncontrollably, his voice shrill and distorted.
"Even the surrounding space is starting to tremble. All mana is rushing uncontrollably toward her. What magic is this?!"
"Ancient... too ancient! Older than any existing magic! I have only sensed this power vaguely in fragmented books describing the Mythical Era!"
Another mage specializing in Mythical Era magic wore a look of near-manic fear mixed with a sickly fanaticism.
"It is that! It must be that! The magic that only exists in legends, capable of slaying even gods... Divine Strike!!!"
"Divine Strike? That long-lost... Forbidden Spell of the Sky-Winged race?!"
Hearing this, the other mages lost all color in their faces.
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