Chapter 216 - Volume 2
Chapter 161 – Planeswalker’s battle (4)
Ciel completed his spell.
When Iamas finally forced his way through the endless arrays of golden pillars of light and knocked away the angels in his path, he found Brendel behind a Magic Wall. Countless lines of light had weaved into walls that extended before Brendel on four sides. He rushed forward and tried to cut through the wall, sending a shower of sparks.
His pupils contracted, and he made the decision to retreat. The wall had turned into a physical wall made of Laws cast by a master wizard. The youth was a Golden-ranked swordsman as well, and it was impossible to end things quickly. He thought he could rely on his proud speed to gain victory, but his opponent had decisively abandoned supporting the entire battlefield by summoning all the strange orbs just to slow him down.
It was a failure.
[The fact that he used his entire formation of Light Orbs and called back his Master Wizard…… Either he’s someone who’s utterly afraid of getting injured, or he has incredible judgment. Regardless, he has definitely won.]
When he looked back at Brendel’s light brown eyes as he retreated, he saw his opponent staring back at him without any signs of emotion, appearing like an enemy who had fought against him for many years.
Brendel was exactly what he had thought of. The battles he had fought against Iamas in the Kingdom of Knights, Glace, were no less than ten times over the years in the game. Iamas had attained the Blood of Evil Dragon and was even more formidable than he appeared now, but be it in the game or the world here; he had not changed in the slightest.
When Iamas reached the room where Graudin was overseeing the battle, he realized that Brendel had already reached the fortified gates. The remaining soldiers were fleeing to the city’s side gates like rats on a burning ship.
Graudin was wearing a set of velvet robes, his face completely pale.
“Lord Iamas?” He asked.
“This defense point is unable to stop them,” He continued to observe the situation and replied coldly: “Come with me if you want to live.”
The baron looked at him with a shocked expression.
“What about my men?” He asked in a small quivering voice.
“And you still wish to care about them?” Iamas’s golden pair of eyes pierced through him with a chilling glare.
Graudin’s voice died within him.
Suddenly there was a loud commotion outside, and the two men turned their attention back there. They chanced upon a young man who had destroyed the fortified gates with a powerful spell.
His long robes fluttered against a rising wind, and his two golden intricate flower patterns shimmered before their eyes. He raised his staff and snapped his fingers, and a resounding blast emitted from him. Six golden Magic Formations formed across the ground.
“Stop that Master Wizard! Fire your arrows at him!” Iamas bellowed, hoping his voice would reach Graudin’s knights.
But it was too late. Six pillars of light formed and extended across the moat and reached the winding path.
“I invoke the Laws of Exchange: Material Conversion— ‘Iazu’.” The gem on his staff shone brightly as mana filled and converted into physical properties. Six huge bridges made of rocks had materialized out of thin air.
Silence temporarily filled the place—