IMUC Chapter 494 Sorcerer's Attack Methods, Mirror Dimension

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Under the golden ''defense'' conjured by Kyle's left hand, Corvus Glaive's first strike failed. Just as he was about to make a second strike, Kyle clearly wasn't going to give him the chance. With a simple wave of his free right hand, a golden magic whip came out and wrapped around Corvus Glaive's wrist.

"Go!"

With a shout, Kyle used the unparalleled divine power of his godly bloodline, exerting nearly a hundred times the strength of a human. He drew the golden magic whip violently, hurling Corvus Glaive toward the office building behind him.

Due to the earlier destruction caused by Tony and Proxima Midnight, the bottom floor of the building had already been thoroughly penetrated. 

Now, as Corvus Glaive crashed into it like a human cannonball, the entire structure began to collapse with a rumbling sound that shook the entire London Mirror Dimension like an earthquake.

Corvus Glaive was buried under the collapsing bricks and concrete, disappearing in a cloud of dust.

'Swoosh!'

Corvus Glaive's gray and black glaive spun several times in the air before landing between Kyle and the rubble, its blade still slightly shaking as it dug diagonally into the ground.

In the sunlight of the Mirror Dimension, the blade of the glaive reflected a dark metallic luster.

"Did this guy lose his weapon?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit surprised. He had just met an opponent who had stirred his fighting spirit, and yet after a few exchanges, the opponent had lost his weapon.

Without thinking too much, driven by his curiosity and his love for collecting different weapons, Kyle stepped forward and reached for the hilt of the glaive. It was cold to the touch, but the mysterious power hidden within the blade suddenly erupted and tried to enter his body through the hilt and arm.

"What is this..."

Kyle's expression changed slightly. Even with his godlike physique, his arm was almost frozen and his bodily functions showed signs of paralysis.

He quickly activated the Fire God's power, igniting a flame in his golden eyes. The golden flames burned from the inside out, consuming the cold energy that had invaded his body and spreading from his hand to the dark glaive instead.

'Buzz!'

The glaive seemed to be not just a weapon, but a living creature. Sensing danger, it automatically broke free of Kyle's grasp to avoid being burned by the flames.

The glaive rose from the ground, spinning rapidly in the air to form a gray wind blade that tore through the air. It was pulled back into the rubble of the building.

The spinning glaive sliced through obstacles effortlessly, as if steel and concrete were as fragile as paper until it landed in the hand of Corvus Glaive, who was buried beneath it, with only one hand visible outside.

'Boom!'

Dust and debris exploded outward as Corvus Glaive, now holding the Glaive again, rose to his feet. His pupils flickered with black light as he looked at Kyle, his entire body surrounded by an ominous aura of the undead.

"There is no mistake."

Kyle looked at the glaive in Corvus Glaive's hand, feeling deeply astonished. "This glaive... it actually has a soul."

Since linking the ring with the source of magical power, Kyle had gained a more intuitive understanding of spells and souls, almost instantly determining that what attacked him earlier was not energy inherent to the glaive, but an evil spirit hidden and attached within its blade.

A weapon with a soul could no longer be considered a mere weapon, but rather an alternate form of life.

Among the top weapons Kyle knew of, Thor's Hammer, the Eternal Flame, the Kree Divine Weapon, and even the Infinity Gems all contained special energies and immense power but did not possess an independent thinking consciousness.

"This is my Corvus Glaive. Beneath its blade are all the souls of the dead!"

Corvus Glaive sneered coldly, brandishing the Glaive as he charged forward again, aiming another clean, decisive strike at Kyle.

The dark blade formed a black crescent of light as it struck.

Kyle was completely enveloped in golden flames. When faced with opponents wielding cold weapons, simply activating his Fire God form made him invulnerable even when standing still, allowing attacks to land without harm.

The flames surrounding Kyle's body had an internal heat of up to 5,000 degrees Celsius, a temperature at which many weapon materials would melt into molten iron.

However, as Corvus Glaive's weapon approached, it was not only unaffected by the golden flames and high temperature, but it also slashed directly at Kyle's neck.

Feeling a chill on his neck and deep in his heart, Kyle's pupils constricted sharply. He clapped his hands together and two streams of golden flame intertwined, suddenly bursting toward Corvus Glaive's body.

The intense wave of heat surged forward.

In the end, Corvus Glaive did not complete the slash. Withdrawing his attack, he touched the ground lightly with his toes, and his tall, stocky body spun nimbly through the air, passing over Kyle's head and narrowly avoiding the explosive burst of flame.

While airborne, Corvus Glaive threw his glaive down decisively, accelerating his spin as he continued to slash at the back of Kyle's head.

Without turning, Kyle, as if he had eyes on his back, suddenly pushed his clasped hands apart.

With his movement, even the dust in the air seemed to bounce outward.

The spinning glaive, though not knocked away, slowed its slashing and spinning speed as it approached within half a meter of Kyle, coming to a complete stop just one centimeter from him.

At that moment, an outward repulsive force had formed a dense wall of air around Kyle.

"Come back."

Corvus Glaive, who had landed behind, gestured, and the glaive, like Thor's hammer, flew back towards him, landing in his hand.

"It's more than just a simple slash…"

Kyle turned, his eyes narrowing in thought. He had been on the defensive, trying to probe Corvus Glaive's strength and the secrets of his weapon. The results left him increasingly curious and surprised.

Corvus Glaive's previous attack had not only affected his body, but even his soul had felt a slight tremor.

A glaive that could kill souls?

"Interesting, let's do it again!"

Kyle's lips curled into a smile as he raised his left hand, adorned with the sling ring while forming an inexplicable hand seal with his right.

Corvus Glaive, who had narrowly missed Kyle several times, was about to make another charge. But the ground beneath him suddenly receded, keeping him in place and unable to get any closer to Kyle.

"It's been a while since I used that trick."

Kyle squinted as he waved his hand downward, and the surrounding area of several hundred yards - buildings and ground alike - began to flip, invert, and rearrange itself in a geometric pattern. The ground became the sky, buildings became the ground, and the cityscape twisted in bizarre transformations.

This was the Mirror Dimension, where everything was at Kyle's command - he was the only wizard in the current world who could manipulate it as he wished.

"What's happening here?"

Corvus Glaive's eyes widened in shock and confusion. The Kyle standing on the ground before him was now on a floating platform a hundred meters high. Nearby skyscrapers crowded together like a dense forest, and the sky was reduced to narrow slits.

Standing on the high platform, Kyle looked down at Corvus Glaive and, without hesitation, clasped his hands together once more.

Realizing the danger, Corvus Glaive looked around and saw four skyscrapers moving like mechanized walls, closing in to crush him.

"It's not going to be that simple!"

Corvus Glaive snorted coldly, leaping into place, constantly switching steps as he kicked off the sides of the buildings and charged at Kyle on the floating platform.

"You stole my line." Kyle shrugged and pressed his right hand down.

A shadow loomed over Corvus Glaive, who looked up and gasped in shock— a skyscraper was flipping over, falling down to block all his escape routes.

'(End of the chapter)'