Chapter 570 Unexpected Extractions

Chapter 570 Unexpected Extractions

The remaining guards and Arcanists within the airship couldn't help but feel ecstatic as soon as they saw that the Prince wasn't losing in the fight!

They were helpless and even incapable of injuring the Masked Devil with their guns and spells. They thought that there was no hope and had to agree with the person's demand.

However, the incredible display of the Prince's prowess made them feel excited!

"Incredible! The Prince is using the number one sword style of the Kingdom, and he's not losing!"

"Those sigils on his body are also on a different level... Without those, he'll fail to keep up with that Masked Devil. We must help him!"

"That right... This Devil will soon fall down!"

"You can do it, Prince! Kill that Devil!"

Boom!

The clash intensified, and a dance of blades that transcended the physical realm unfolded in the airship's deck...novelbIn

Shadows and glimmers of Arcane Sigils intertwined, creating a spectacle display of Arcane Arts.

Clovis wanted to get a chance to Extract the Prince, so he pressed on with his Shadowblade Dance.

However, it wasn't easy. He could also Extract his target by using his Darkness Manipulation, but the Prince's Arcane Sigils weren't allowing him to do so. He had to physically touch the Prince if he wanted to trigger his Extraction System.

His mind raced to find a solution as he checked his Spell Lights to find a useful Dark Spell. Luckily, he found a decent Spell that might be effective. He rarely uses this Spell, so he had to be precise.

In the meantime, the guards or the remaining Arcanists had also started preparing to help the Prince.

"Captain Calvin had given his order! He said that we need to ensure the Prince's safety and help him in his battle!" One of the officers in the ranks said as he kept the communication crystal in his pocket.

Then, as soon as the others heard this, they noticed that the Masked Devil had arrived in front of the corpses of the three Druids.

They thought it was just a coincidence because of their fast-paced battle, but as soon as they saw the Masked Devil touching the three corpses, they realized that he must've done something!

A sense of unease gripped them; it seemed like a ritual. But since they lacked concrete evidence, they opted to set aside their suspicions and just observe the corpses for now.

"He must be a necromancer, so he might revive them. Watch those corpses carefully!" One of the officers commanded.

The rest of them shifted their focus to aiding the Prince.

***

"Haha! Dodging now, Masked Devil? Is fear creeping in, or does your Phantasm State teeter on its end?" Gregory taunted, reveling in the realization that the Masked Devil's combat demeanor had shifted to a more defensive stance.

Furthermore, he had checked the time, and the Masked Devil's Phantasm State should've exceeded 15 minutes by now.

"Is that what you think?"

A series of gunshots echoed as the guards tried to kill him while he was in the air.

He immediately descended to avoid these shots, and as expected, none of them dared to shoot as he stood closer to the Prince.

'Tsk...'

"Don't bother me." Clovis muttered as he activated his Light Absorption and Lightspeed.

As soon as he did this, however, Gregory had already finished his preparation and struck him on his back!

Bam!

Yvaine's Dark Sphere blocked the attack in the nick of time...

"Oh? You blocked that? Do you have eyes at the back of your head?" Gregory muttered as he stepped back.

In the meantime, Clovis was similarly surprised.

'I didn't feel this presence...' Clovis's eyes squinted as he noticed that the Prince's strength was getting stronger as they continued fighting.

'Fine... Let's end it here. The others have already escaped anyway.' Clovis thought as his gaze shifted to the fallen guards. He had no intention of extracting them, but he had an alternative plan.

Calmly locking eyes with Gregory, he raised his dagger, signaling the activation of his next spell—Call of the Divine Lightning.

A shadow of foreboding loomed over the airship as dark clouds gathered. In the blink of an eye, it unleashed a bolt of lightning accompanied by a deafening thunderclap upon the 14th Prince.

However, Gregory seemed to be awaiting this moment as he deployed a Mystical Artifact—a blue orb—to encapsulate and nullify the celestial onslaught.

Boom!

The lightning hit the blue orb in his hands instead!

"Haha! Remarkable! Now, this heavenly lightning orb is mine! Fool!" Taunted Gregory, revealing that he had indeed anticipated the Masked Devil's invocation of heavenly lightning.

Clovis, the Masked Devil, furrowed his brows as he was stunned by this unforeseen turn of events.

Yet, fate had another twist in store.

The once secure orb began to exhibit cracks, and realization dawned on Gregory's widened eyes.

Crack... Crack... Crack...

Hastily, he flung the orb away from the airship, and moments later, it detonated in a thunderous explosion.

Boom!

The orb had failed to contain the unleashed lightning.

Clovis chuckled at the turn of events, his laughter reaching Gregory's ears.