Chapter 107: Problems That Can Be Solved with Arcane Fire Are Not Problems

Low-level magic cannot harm high-level mysterious beings.

Just like how getting soaked in water is no big deal, but getting hit by a rock is a disaster.

Duke knew his limits well. He didn't know if Khadgar, who was once a magic apprentice in "another time," had also encountered Terestian Felhoof, but he knew that without using some tricks, he would be just like the priest from earlier, completely useless in this level of battle.

After his showdown with the orc warlock, Duke had figured out one thing - for low-level mages with thin arcane energy, powerful magic users often had excellent resistance, they didn't even need to do anything, their highly concentrated magic would automatically dispel the magic attacks of low-level mages.

Physical damage, on the other hand, was different.

Unless they were a massive, sturdy boss, such as a dragon or a large demon, they rarely weren't afraid of physical damage.

For other inferior demons, Kil'rek was undoubtedly a big guy, but in front of humans, its size was only that of a two-year-old toddler, just above the knee of Lothar.

As a support-type demon, Kil'rek's strength was in magic attacks, not defense.

But it took a hit.

[Arcane Blast]

"Arcane Blast" is a classic spell from the arcane school of magic. Each time you cast it, it increases the damage of all your arcane spells by %, but also increases the mana cost of Arcane Blast by 200%. This effect can stack up to times or disappear when you cast any damage spell other than "Arcane Blast".

When Duke first encountered this spell after his time travel, he didn't feel much. It's because once the damage stacks up, it requires a significant amount of mana, which is extremely disadvantageous for prolonged battles.

However, when Duke was standing in front of the Sky Mage's doorstep, he looked at this spell again and felt like he had found a treasure.

As a special mage with "Arcane-Flame Power Circuit," Duke rarely has to worry about running out of mana at his level, but he lacks high attack power means.

The vast amount of mana, like an ocean, gave Duke the capital to make waves.

To others, stacking "Arcane Blast" three times is already unbearable, and going further would mean draining their mana pool. Therefore, most spell books have a note that says, "Stack up to four times at most."

But this rule doesn't apply to Duke.

Duke's spell casting is almost separate. He divides enough mana and lets the system spirit control the magic missiles' shooting, while he quietly stacks "Arcane Blast" on his own.

When Kil'rek appeared, he was met with "Arcane Blast" stacked up to seven layers. Just the mana alone was enough to turn a legitimate ninth-level earth mage into a dried-up corpse.

As for Duke? He simply said, "Bring it on."

"Cut! Light rain!"

Through compressed and compressed arcane energy, the density had surpassed that of a phantasm and appeared before everyone in an almost tangible form. If anyone stabbed it with a sword, it would likely break the sword.

The solid arcane energy was further utilized by Duke.

Just an arcane impact was too wasteful.

So what Terestian, Lothar, and Garona saw was not the small demon, but a dazzling purplish-blue arcane impact, of which the terrible arcane energy did not immediately dissipate. Instead, it was manipulated by Duke's mental control and condensed again into a the form of a new arcane construct.

A huge arcane energy palm, comparable in height to a human, appeared, like a giant hand, slapping Kil'rek's head like a mountain toppling.

"Boom!" The entire huge room trembled with shock.

Terestian's helper, who he had just recruited with great difficulty, was directly killed by Duke in two seconds.

Watching Kil'rek turn from a little demon to a demon sauce, and then decompose into illusory demonic energy and dissipate, Garona even had the leisure to stick out her tongue.

At first, Lothar and Garona didn't understand why Duke would use such a powerful attack on a seemingly insignificant imp.

But in the blink of an eye, they got it.

This massive, and quite ornery satyr was exhibiting a weakness they had never seen before. His speed, strength, mental fortitude, and reflexes were all noticeably diminished.

Lothar could even feel the sensation of his longsword piercing through the skin and muscle of the Felhoof he struck, as the creature's defenses plummeted in a straight line.

"Duke, you magnificent bastard!" Lothar let out a whistle of delight.

Easily parrying the satyr's scimitar with his shield, Lothar followed through with a swift strike that cut a quarter of the creature's neck with a sword that was imbued with some kind of holy power. The cut was so deep that even the naked eye could clearly see the wound.

A deluge of purple blood gushed out, like cheap ketchup.

If this had been a human, it would have killed him dead, no questions asked.

But demons' bodies could not be measured by human standards. Perhaps realizing the might of Lothar's sword, Felhoof endured more attacks in other places, while clutching his wound tightly with his left claw to minimize blood loss.

As victory seemed within reach, both Lothar and Garona intensified their attacks.

At this moment, even Duke joined the siege against the satyr.

For both Lothar and Garona, working together with mages was a foreign concept. They could locate each other with their naked eyes, simply splitting up into two directions to attack the satyr without interfering with each other.

Mages...

Not to mention Garona, who was rarely seen with mages, even Lothar had not cooperated much with them.

Wasn't Medivh supposed to be here?

Come on, when Medivh finally did something, Lothar was already out of the picture. And most other magic dudes have their heads up in the clouds. You could only see their nostrils on a regular day. What cooperation could they talk about?

For a moment, Lothar was scared. He didn't know how to coordinate with Duke.

After all, he and Garona were truly working together for the first time. With him leading and Garona attacking, they barely managed to make one plus one greater than two.

Add one more Duke?

"Magic doesn't have eyes!"

After a few seconds, Lothar breathed a sigh of relief.

Duke was too powerful, sharp enough to not look like a newbie who had only been exposed to magic for less than a year. Not to mention earth mages, it's likely that most sky mages couldn't match Duke's level of magical proficiency.

Lothar was engaged in a head-on confrontation, while Garona played with backstabbing, and Duke couldn't keep up with Garona's wild and erratic movements. It can be said that there were almost no gaps for Duke to make a move on the ground.

In Lothar's opinion, the only way to find a gap was to play a game of tag and slip past him. Who knew that Duke would play a bombing game?