Chapter 824 - 809: Trump Card? (Part 2)

Chapter 824: Chapter 809: Trump Card? (Part 2)

Lin Jun immediately recognized it as the "Celestial Tribulation" Thunder Sphere encountered when Number Ten emerged.

Not to mention it was a trick by the Demon King, but just the power of this Thunder Sphere alone would be too much for the inner city shield of Oath City, which had lost its support from the new defensive line.

This was a big move that even the Demon King, the master of the Ultimate Magic Guide, needed time to cast!

The most infuriating part was that Lin Jun lacked the means to interrupt the casting, as the paths were blocked by layers of the Empire Army between her and the Demon King.

Thus, when a certain Sword Saint Puki resurrected from the death teleportation, what he saw was this dreadful scene where black clouds pressed down heavily, threatening to crush the city.

...

"Can you stop this Thunder Sphere?" Lin Jun asked the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint used Magic Perception Level 10 to probe and easily sensed the overwhelming and terrifying magic power.

"This magic power... is beyond the tenth level?!" Even for the Sword Saint, who stood at the brink of trying to resist, there was no certainty.

"What a shame, I wonder if Shi Wu and Alama can turn into Puki after their deaths?"

"I haven’t said it’s impossible yet!"

As the people within Oath City faced the terrifying Thunder Sphere with despair on their faces, a beam of Moonlight soared into the sky!

Shi Wu looked towards that direction with surprise: "Master!"

Thousands of sword lights surged upward, like a silvery-white flood hanging in the sky, slashing at the Thunder Sphere that continued to descend, holding it firm in mid-air.

Thunder roared, and the destructive force of the Thunder Sphere was shaved away by layers of sword lights, scattering into ordinary thunder strikes with each layer removed.

Some struck the inner city, dissolving upon the shield, while others hit the outer city, impacting buildings or the human and demon armies. Amidst countless explosions, both armies were forced to retreat away from the Sword Saint.

For the city below, it was already like this, let alone for the Sword Saint himself.

One thunderbolt after another came crashing down; some he could catch, others he couldn’t avoid.

Even with Lightning Resistance Level 10, the charred spots on his mushroom body kept increasing.

Until an electric arc severed a tentacle holding a longsword, weakening the Thunder Sphere slightly but still terrifying, it pressed down with slightly thinned sword light, descending once more.

On the other side of the Fungal Network.

"Number Ten, what are you doing? Go help quickly!" Lin Jun urged Number Ten, who had been dazed since the Thunder Sphere appeared.

Lin Jun originally planned for Number Ten to join the Sword Saint, but when the Thunder Sphere emerged, Number Ten froze.

After Lin Jun called Number Ten for the third time, Number Ten finally responded.

He looked up at the Demon King and the clouds above, his tone full of excitement and bewilderment: "So that’s it! The essence of magic is actually this kind of thing! It’s... hilarious..."

On Number Ten’s panel, all the magic-related skills gradually faded, replaced by—Ultimate Magic Guide.

Without any actions, a sudden gust of wind lifted Number Ten skyward, passing by the Mushroom Sword Saint Puki, and his tentacle plunged directly into the Thunder Sphere.

Upon contact, the ever-expanding Thunder Sphere paused suddenly, and immediately began to shrink, all the light, electric arcs, and destructive energy compressing inward...

Although unsure what Number Ten was doing, the Sword Saint still anxiously shouted in the Fungal Network: "Number Ten, no! The Thunder Sphere is already too close, letting it explode now, Oath City can’t withstand it!"

"Don’t worry," Number Ten replied simply.

Then the Thunder Sphere compressed to the extreme and exploded, as expected.

However, the violent thunder did not fall upon the city, instead it erupted upward from the explosion’s center, like an inverted blue flower, its petals tearing through the clouds, piercing the sky, illuminating the entire heavens in brilliant brightness.

Electric arcs wandered madly amidst the clouds, crackling furiously for a long time, before eventually dissipating along with those clouds into the deep blue sky, leaving no trace behind.

"How... was that done?" the Sword Saint, now in a near-death state yet still moving freely, couldn’t help but ask.

Mid-air, Number Ten turned around: "It’s simple, just change the direction calculation formula of the electric arc."

"Huh?"

...

In the distance, the Demon King slowly ascended into the sky, locking eyes with Number Ten from afar.

"I had no idea you were actually from the Mushroom Race, seems I’ve aided my enemy then." Although saying this, there was no regret or anger in the Demon King’s tone, "In another time, I would really want to chat with you, but now... try to stop me, Puki!"

Countless pseudopods extended from the Demon King’s body, each one converging entirely different magic.

Number Ten did not show weakness, deploying sixteen tentacles entirely, gathering magic to confront directly.

The next moment, an indescribable magic battle erupted that baffled any other mages.

Apart from that terrifying casting speed, neither Number Ten nor the Demon King used the essential Magic Shield for mage internal battles.

The incoming magic attacks would, for some reason, change direction upon nearing, turning elsewhere.

Yet the method altering magic attacks was something even a mage of Lorenzo’s level could not possibly comprehend.

But one thing everyone could tell was that Number Ten was at an undeniable disadvantage.

Most magic attacks from the Demon King were redirected by Number Ten to the sky or distant open lands, while many of Number Ten’s shots at the Demon King were directly diverted back towards himself by the Demon King.

Even with the Sword Saint recovering somewhat, stepping on Moonlight to aid just in time, the two mushrooms were still gradually forced back, and before long, Number Ten couldn’t even leisurely choose a deflection direction, with many spells landing in the city...

...

In the sealed room of the Relic Association within Oath City’s inner city.

Vice President Seren closed the projection crystal screen in front of him, no longer monitoring the rippling inner city shield affected by the battle’s aftermath outside.

He turned to the sleepy-looking white-haired old man opposite him, "President, it’s time to begin."

"Has it really come to this..." The old man opened his eyes, looking at Seren, "I myself am hardly different from a dead man, but you’re still young... what a pity."

Seren, actually sixty-eight years old this year, was utterly unrelated to "young," but it seemed apt coming from the old man before him.

"Nothing to pity, just choices of utter helplessness." Seren said, activating a rune on the wall.

A crack suddenly appeared in the room, and an ornate coffin dropped from it, landing precisely in the central groove, matching perfectly with the surrounding Magic Array.

The old man slowly got up and approached the coffin: "Then let us begin."

...

Within Oath City, magic clashes in the sky, blades and swords clashing below, humans, demons, and mushrooms remained engulfed in great warfare.

Lin Jun suddenly shifted her perception to the underground area of the Relic Association in the inner city!

Through Inspiration, Lin Jun clearly sensed peculiar soul fluctuations emanating from there continuously, yet it was her first time encountering such an instance, without any precedence or reference, she couldn’t discern what was happening.

Concurrently, the Demon King also glanced that way.

His liquid-like face bore no expression, but his attacking posture had unwittingly slowed, giving Number Ten and the Sword Saint, who were pressured to their limits, some breathing space.

"Finally..."