Chapter 20: Deconstruction, Recording, Mimesis! (Please follow)

"What a touching scene..."

Anluoke's figure appeared at the other end of the passage, with a huge Spirit Realm guardian trailing closely behind him.

Glancing at Johnny and Bai Ge, who were being swept towards the exit by the rapid current, Anluoke didn't seem intent on stopping them, knowing the wizard standing before him would never let him succeed.

If not for the odd setting, this almost seemed like a reenactment of the Battle of Nordland...

"I think you might be misunderstanding something..." Lynn turned around, his gaze piercing as he stared fixedly at Anluoke at the end of the passage. He extended his right hand, and the remaining bit of white phosphorus on the surface of his storage pouch was stripped away under the influence of the Mage's Hand.

First, record...

Recalling Johnny's earlier explanation, Lynn instantly went into overdrive mode, casting the zero-circle magic—Material Decompilation Skill!

The fine white phosphorus powder quickly disintegrated, reverting to its basic molecular state...

Next was magic mimicry!

A large amount of magic power surged into his palm, just like cell division, with the white phosphorus in his hand multiplying and then suddenly transforming into a massive fireball.

To deconstruct and record an element, then mimic it with magic power—this was the essence of formal wizards being able to cast spells without materials!

Under normal circumstances, recording and mastering an element would take weeks or even months, but leveraging the immense computing power brought by the cognitive brain, Lynn shortened this time to within three seconds.

A new rune was quickly etched into his mind—White Phosphorus Fireball Technique!

Seeing the fireball igniting in Lynn's hand, Anluoke halted his advance. Having witnessed the horror of white phosphorus fire before, he naturally dared not be careless, immediately casting his strongest defensive divine art—Holy Barrier!

A formless light screen stood like a solid wall in front of him, but the white phosphorus fireball Lynn threw curved around it, crashing into the entrance behind him.

A tremendous explosion sounded in the next moment, accompanied by a burst of flames. The entrance behind them was now engulfed in the terrifying white phosphorus flames.

Anluoke was stunned at first, but upon understanding Lynn's intention, his face turned extremely grim.

It was clear that the wizard before him wasn't merely trying to cover his companions' escape—by sealing off his own retreat, it meant that Lynn intended to kill him here!

"Very well!" Realizing this, the fury in Anluoke's heart ignited, and the enormous Spirit Realm guardian beside him charged forward with heavy steps.

The golem's body, made of massive stone, was incredibly heavy, leaving distinct imprints as it stomped on the broken floor tiles...

Standing before the Spirit Realm guardian, Lynn seemed like a mantis trying to stop a car.

However, Lynn's expression remained calm, without any sign of evasion. He was silently counting in his mind.

Three... Two... One...

Petrify!

Just as the Spirit Realm guardian charged forward and swung a heavy punch, Lynn dodged and pressed his palm against the ground.

The solid ground instantly turned into soft sand, causing the heavy stone golem to lose its balance and roll directly into the rushing water behind it.

The massive splash hadn't even settled before turning into dozens of crystalline ice blades, speeding towards the enemy with unimaginable speed!

Taking advantage of the terrain, Lynn cast his first second-circle magic—Group Frost Blade!

The tides of battle turned in an instant, catching Anluoke completely off guard. The Spirit Realm guardian sank into the water, while the swarm of ice blades struck directly at the Holy Barrier.

How could a second-circle offensive magic surpass a third-circle defensive divine art?

Lynn quickly provided the answer: The dozens of frost blades struck three specific points with precision, causing ripples to spread rapidly across the formless barrier. It first cracked, then the crack expanded rapidly, and the barrier shattered...

This was to break the surface by targeting the points!

Anluoke's face changed drastically, and he took a step back while raising his staff, immediately casting another third-circle divine art—Holy Spirit Light!

A dazzling beam of light, filled with the aura of death, spread semicircularly forward. Just five minutes ago, Lynn had fled miserably under this move, but he wasn't the same as before.

White Phosphorus—Flame Demon Hand!

Lynn raised his hand, and the terrifying white phosphorus flames erupted again, transforming into a towering ancient demonic hand, colliding head-on with the dazzling beam of light.

This ordinary first-circle upper-level magic spell burst with unimaginable power in Lynn's hands!

Blazing flames shot into the sky, causing the entire castle to shake violently...

In the midst of the white smoke, debris, and fiery light, Anluoke vaguely saw something shining in the air. Upon closer inspection, it was a sword, and Lynn, holding the sword, was right in front of him.

Clang~

The sharp longsword clashed with the gilded staff, emitting a harsh, grating sound.

What was the best way to deal with a priest who could use divine arts?

Of course, engage in close-quarter combat!

But Lynn quickly discovered that his years of experience in games and novels failed him this time, as Anluoke single-handedly blocked his full-force strike...

Was this the fabled close-combat priest?

Cold sweat dripped from Lynn's forehead as he ducked to evade Anluoke's heavy strike.

Feeling the rush of air from the staff grazing his head, Lynn estimated that the strike had at least 1.5 tons of force.

This reminded Lynn of the witch hunter he had previously encountered,

Were all the Church's people human-shaped tyrannosaurs?

Fortunately, due to years of pampering, despite taking the divine grace elixir, Anluoke's combat proficiency was still subpar, and combat wasn't just about brute strength!

After a few exchanges, Lynn quickly calculated the staff's impact point and thrust his sword at a tricky angle, leaving a gory gash on Anluoke's chest...

Anluoke was both shocked and enraged. Without regard for their close proximity, he immediately cast a second-circle divine art—Holy Light Shock!

A blinding white light burst forth, and both Lynn and Anluoke were blasted away by a massive shockwave at close range.

The physically weaker Lynn was sent flying over ten meters away. Fortunately, he had created an ice shield around his body at the moment of the divine art's release, mitigating most of the impact and preventing him from falling into the rushing river behind him.

On the other side, Anluoke, having taken his own divine art head-on, was adorned in a tattered, once-opulent gilded robe, with the long, gruesome wound on his chest splitting open again.

Holy Word: Shield, Holy Blessing, Fear Removal, Holy Barrier, Wall of Darkness...

In the face of successive life-threatening dangers, the terrified Anluoke didn't bother to heal his wounds first; instead, he continuously cast defensive divine arts, essentially turning himself into a turtle shell!