Chapter 17: This devilish power comes from the fires of hell! (Please keep reading)
Did all our efforts go to waste?
Under Buck's gaze, the sky filled with sparks quickly poured down on the entire field!
"Holy Word - Shield"
As soon as he broke free from the influence of "Soul Scream," Aaron immediately cast a protective divine art.
A pristine light shield appeared in the shape of a semicircle in mid-air, and as the sparks landed on it, they immediately corroded it with numerous holes.
Even the leftover magic, weakened by a hundredfold, possessed this kind of power?
If the previous giant fireball had directly hit him, Aaron was certain he wouldn't have been able to block it!
As he was still in shock, dreadful screams echoed throughout the castle. Aaron turned his head and was stunned with what he saw.
Compared to the priests skilled in divine arts, the guards hadn't yet recovered from the impact of "Soul Scream" when the falling sparks had already attached themselves to their armor, shields, bows, crossbows, and the exposed parts of their bodies and faces.
The horror of the white phosphorus fire manifested in the next second. The feeble flames rapidly spread upon contact with substances. Leather shoulder pads and gloves were burned with large holes, and the yellowish-white flames appeared to be attracted to flesh, seeping straight into the skin underneath.
"Ah!" A shield guard frantically patted his chest, trying to extinguish the gradually spreading white phosphorus flames. However, this only resulted in his arm catching fire as well. Within a few breaths, half his body was ablaze like a torch.
His companion fared even worse; the sparks fell directly into the crevices of his armor. Unable to bear the extreme heat of over a thousand degrees, he screamed in agony, forcefully tore off his armor, and then inserted his right hand into his body, pulling out a bloody, flaming chunk of flesh.
Flesh and corpses were the best fuel for the white phosphorus fire, causing the flames to spread rapidly.
The burning sea of fire, the billowing white smoke, and the soldiers with twisted, horrific death throes made the scene look like hell on earth.
"Devil, this must be the devil's power, fire from hell!"
The terrifying sight made the elite guards of the Nordland Territory completely break down. The first-tier divine art "Fear Removal" had utterly lost its effectiveness. A priest who had luckily dodged the flames screamed desperately, threw down his staff, and fled without looking back.
Johnny and the others were equally stunned, almost forgetting Lynn's instructions to hold their breath and use magic to extract oxygen from the air.
"What kind of magic is this?" Buck shivered deeply. Just being slightly close, he could feel a pain as if his very bones were being scorched.
"This is the Fireball Technique; don't you also know it? I just modified it a bit!" Lynn noticed the astonished looks from everyone and explained briefly.
This is called a bit?
Buck's expression turned peculiar. He thought that Lynn's understanding of this word might differ from his own.
Johnny, on the other hand, suspected that Lynn might have already broken through that barrier and become a formal Wizard.
However, Lynn had only been exposed to magic for merely half a year. It seemed a bit too exaggerated. Besides, their teacher Kro had always been impoverished and couldn't possibly afford a Magic Source.
Compared to the complicated thoughts of Johnny and Buck, Barton's thinking was much simpler. He realized that even Wizard Apprentices like them could be so powerful when united!
Barton even thought that as long as they worked together, dealing with the church's pursuit might not be such a difficult task.
While he was thinking, a dazzling white light appeared from afar, breaking through the flames and heading toward the Wizard Apprentices.
Distracted, Barton saw his brother Buck shout anxiously at him. Then he felt a powerful force crash into him, his frail body torn apart mid-air, spinning several times before crashing to the ground like a rag doll, instantly falling silent.
The sudden change made the expressions on Johnny and the others freeze. Buck's face twisted as he screamed hoarsely.
"No, Barton!"
When the white light appeared, Lynn acted immediately. Twelve "Magic Missiles" surrounded him, tracing strange arcs toward the end of the corridor.
In the end, over ten Magic Missiles were blocked by an invisible wall, with only ripples from the impact visible.
Lynn's heart sank. He locked his gaze on the other side of the sea of fire, understanding that the person he had been waiting for had finally arrived and was far more terrifying than he had imagined!
Suddenly, a melodic holy hymn began to echo inside the castle. An invisible force gradually enveloped the whole area, and it started to rain inside the enclosed space!
This was the third-tier divine art—"Life Ode"!
The green raindrops contained immense divine power, gradually suppressing the terrifying flames that seemed to come from hell!
The relentless white phosphorus fire, which appeared to burn endlessly, was quickly dissipating. Anluoke, clad in a white-gold robe, walked in slowly.
"Bishop!"
The quickest to react, Aaron, who had also luckily escaped the falling sparks, shouted excitedly, though there was a hint of resentment and hate in his words.
Anluoke's timing was so precise that Aaron could easily guess that the Bishop had been watching the whole time.
It was clear that Aaron and the elite guards of the Nordland Territory were merely tools to test the enemy's strength and hidden cards!
Aaron's heart turned cold. He knew that once this was over, he would face severe punishment as the field commander.
Anluoke ignored Aaron and scanned the nearly half-dead, utterly broken soldiers on the ground. His pupils contracted because the flames, which had been put out, showed signs of reigniting immediately after "Life Ode" ended!
This was the horror of white phosphorus fire. As long as there was still oxygen in the air and something to burn, it would never stop!
"Don't engage, retreat!"
After the feigned attack with the "Magic Missiles" failed, Lynn made his choice without hesitation.
The previous giant fireball, which took over five seconds to cast, had nearly exhausted the white phosphorus he had created, and the remaining amount was insufficient to defeat the powerful Bishop wielding divine arts before him.
Johnny and Bai Ge were also well aware of Anluoke's terrifying power. Although deeply grieved by Barton's death, they knew that fleeing was their only hope for survival.
However, at this moment, Buck, who had just lost his brother, had gone mad. He let out an angry roar, grabbed a relatively intact guard's corpse as a shield, and charged straight at Anluoke.
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