Chapter 229: Spatial Magic (8)

Chapter 229: Spatial Magic (8)

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Gravity.

Cromwell used his magic as soon as he appeared.

His target was Aryandor.

As Aryandor leaped off the bone dragon and landed on the ground, the earth beneath his feet collapsed.

However, Aryandor didn't just succumb to the attack.

He began dodging Cromwells strikes with dazzling movements.

He kicked off the upheaving earth to leap into the air, slicing through the incoming boulders with his sword.

Without using time magic, he evaded the attacks solely with his physical prowess.

You old man, I thought youd be panting by now, but you're brimming with energy.

At Aryandor's taunt, Cromwell laughed.

Even if I lose all my hair, I can still handle someone like you.

Though he said so, the reason Cromwell could freely use magic was simple.

He had arrived here riding a dragon, which made this possible.

Had he flown here using magic, he wouldn't have been able to utilize his power effectively.

But, I dont intend to fight you. I have a different opponent in mind.

Aryandor said this, looking up at Astina hovering in the air.

So, Ill find you another opponent.

Suddenly, a giant fist flew towards Cromwell.

Barrier.

Despite the sudden appearance of the fist, Cromwell easily deflected it with his magic.

Hmm?

Cromwell looked in the direction from which the fist had come.

There stood a man with a drowsy expression, the giant hand behind him having aimed at Cromwell.

A necromancer, huh.

A familiar face.

It was Daemon, a user of necromancy.

Gravity.

Recognizing his opponent, Cromwell immediately cast his magic.

The ground around them shifted, enveloping his adversary.

He doesnt dodge?

Daemon stood still as the earth swallowed him, and Cromwell looked on in disbelief.

However, Cromwell didn't let his guard down.

It seemed unlikely that a leader of the rebels would be defeated so easily.

As Cromwell anticipated, more fists flew towards him.

But this time, there were several.

Several fists, each as big as a giants, targeted Cromwell.

Gravity Shield.

Cromwell quickly cast a spell, shielding himself from all directions.

The fists were blocked by the barrier and couldn't reach Cromwell.

What was strange was that the barrier didnt seem to take much damage.

An illusion?

Visible to the eye, but lacking substance.

This sensation was that of an illusion.

And if it was this type of illusion...

Jefrin.

It was similar to the illusion magic used by Jefrin.

He made the opponent aware from the beginning that they were facing an illusion.

Illusion magic shines brightest when the opponent is unaware it's an illusion, but Jefrins approach was different.

She intertwined multiple illusions to blur the line between illusion and reality.

By making the opponent aware of the illusion, she induced a more defensive stance in them.

However, Jefrin was dead.

Now, despite Jefrin's absence, her influence was still perceptible.

"Who is using this magic?"

It was implausible to think that Daemon was the one using it.

A wizard who had honed necromancy to the extent of enveloping a fortress couldn't be expected to also know Jefrin-style illusion magic.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

Moreover, using both illusion and necromancy simultaneously would consume a significant amount of mana, making it unsustainable for long.

Even if he knew how to use it, it would be like a path to self-destruction.

Ahaha~.

Then, Cromwell heard laughter.

It was the echo of a girl's laughter, sounding like Jefrin's voice.

And then, appearing before Cromwell, was the figure of a girl.

She was wearing a pointy hat fit for a witch - it was Jefrin.

However, she was not in her usual state.

Her face was ravaged, her clothes torn, looking almost as if she was on the brink of death.

There were clear marks of a noose around her neck.

Necromancy, huh.

The undead created by necromancy have abilities dependent on the corpse used.

If a skilled swordsman is turned into an undead, they can utilize the techniques they used in life, and the same goes for wizards.

An undead created from the corpse of a wizard can use the magic that the wizard used while alive.

"Those Royal fools. If they knew there was a necromancer, they should have taken better care of the bodies."

Cromwell clicked his tongue, quickly assessing the situation.

Even if Jefrins body was revived with necromancy, it couldnt possibly utilize all her original abilities.

He had to exploit this weakness.

Finish this quickly... and protect my disciple.

As long as Daemon was targeting him, Cromwell couldn't ignore it and just pass by.

He glanced at Astina, who was confronting Aryandor.

Just hold on a little longer.

Then, he began to manipulate his mana.

Gravity.

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Raei Translations

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It seems theres no one left to protect you now.

Cromwell was dealing with Daemon, and the dragons and Sylpherion were holding off the bone dragon.

Aryandor and Astina faced each other head-on, without anyone elses interference.

Now, I will kill you. Tear your body to shreds and sprinkle your blood over Jefrins grave. So that Jefrin can rest in peace.

Astina sneered at Aryandor's words.

Raise a body and then let them rest in peace?

Far off, Cromwell was seen confronting Jefrin.

Astina quickly turned around.

The ground.

The exact spot where they had confronted each other earlier.

Time magic was almost omnipotent, but it had its drawbacks.

Even if you rewind time, you only return to the location or action where you were in the past.

So, when Aryandor used time magic, Astina could somewhat predict his actions.

Trying to unravel time magic, are you?

As Astina turned around, she saw Aryandor.

However, the problem was his appearance.

The golden wave of energy was gathered on his sword.

The same sword energy he had used just moments ago.

But even if you figure it out, you can't beat me.

He didnt just change his position with time magic; he rewound time to before he used his last move.

While Astina's state and her surroundings remained unchanged, his position and sword energy were reset.

Golden Sword, Dragon Star Fall.

Aryandor swung his sword, sending the gathered energy towards Astina.

Gravity...

Astina tried to use her magic, but the sword energy was faster.

The massive golden wave engulfed her.

Crash!!

Ugh...!!!!

The wave, like hundreds of swords, grazed her body.

Astina, just before sustaining serious injuries, concentrated and activated her magic.

Barrier...!!!

A protective magic enveloped her like a sphere.

Though it was a weak barrier and couldnt block all the attacks, it diverted the sword energy enough to minimize harm to her body.

The golden wave that had scraped Astina soon dissipated.

Thud!

Astina fell to the ground from mid-air.

Her body bore dozens of wounds.

Fortunately, none were serious.

Astina wiped the blood flowing from her wounds and picked herself up from the ground.

She tried to rise to her feet.

Aryandor watched her struggle and smirked.

"This is the result of deliberately inducing time magic."

From the beginning, Astina had intended to draw out Aryandors time magic.

When Aryandor first used Royal swordsmanship, Astina had taken to the air.

Normally, she would have tried to escape from the golden wave that covered the ground.

But Astina didn't make that move.

Instead, she chose to counter Aryandor's attack.

Thinking you could unravel time magic when you couldn't even decipher my swordsmanship?

Aryandor was several steps ahead of Astina.

He had already read her thoughts.

Yet, he played along with what Astina wanted.

He judged that he could win even then.

Neither McDowell nor Cromwell could unravel time magic. Do you really think you can?

McDowell, Cromwell.

Both had faced Aryandor.

McDowell lost an arm, and Cromwell, who fought with the information gleaned from that encounter, achieved no significant success.

Did you grow overconfident hearing praise at the academy? Thinking you can defeat me?

Haah... Haah...

Astina, exhausted, forced herself to stand.

Let that arrogance be your downfall.

Aryandor, holding his sword, took steps towards her.

Astina, watching him approach, gasped for breath and spoke.

You know...?

What?

That theres something to learn even from someone weaker than you...

Nonsense in the face of death.

Aryandor ignored Astinas words and stepped forward.

Then, mana stirred from Astina.

Ugh?

Aryandor, moving slowly, suddenly felt immense pressure.

He couldn't move forward.

His body was forcefully pressed down.

What is this...

A focused gravity field.

It was a spell Astina had prepared earlier.

This magic wasn't solely her own creation.

In her second year, Luna had used a magical tool in a personal evaluation.

It was a spell that focused gravity on a point, pressing down a scarecrow.

Inspired by that spell, Astina had developed her own.

And... just because Im weaker than the professors doesnt mean I cant beat you.

Astinas lips curled into a smirk.

I'm not alone.

Aryandor sensed killing intent at those words and moved his mana.

Time...!

Too late.

Just then, a voice sounded from behind Aryandor.

He turned to see the face.

Rudy... Ast...

Crack!

Before Aryandor could finish speaking.

The fist pierced through Aryandor's chest.

He looked at the person who had thrown the punch.

It was someone who shouldn't have been there.

A man with the distinctive golden hair of the Astria family.

It was Rudy Astria.

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