Chapter 1359 - 580: Supreme Fire Elemental Lord

Chapter 1359: Chapter 580: Supreme Fire Elemental Lord

Muscles bulge, and great power surges.

Accompanied by a wild roar piercing the sky, a silver-purple phantom bathed in the dazzling Light of Spiritual Power rapidly rushed to the battlefield!

Sure enough, Fugen also understood how to use spiritual energy, Angerong saw Fugen was unharmed and withdrew his hand from the axe, he thought inwardly.

Every Primarch has spiritual talent; the difference is merely in how they use it.

Oh no! The Golden Mage’s face was pale; summoning the Elemental Supreme Lord had exhausted his magic power, and after such an attack, due to the Arabians’ magic running out, the Supreme Fire Elemental Lord’s power also declined greatly, temporarily unable to launch an attack; the Arabians had to grip their scimitar tightly, striking down hard, then hacking down forcefully.

But Fugen’s swordsmanship was unparalleled, and at this moment, the Primarch of the Emperor’s Sons had no reason for failure. He moved his steps, dodging the Golden Mage’s three attacks like a phantom; he turned his body, the cloak with the emblem of reborn fiery eagle claws rolling in the air.

The Golden Mage’s relatively clumsy scimitar technique appeared full of holes in front of the Primarch of the Emperor’s Sons. After reluctantly defending against three attacks, the Golden Mage screamed, swinging the scimitar back and forth, trying to suppress Fugen: "Ha! Ha! Ha!!"

Glory’s swift strike pierced through the Golden Mage’s defense, and the power sword stabbed into the Golden Mage’s chest, golden flames burning on the sword’s blade; Fugen’s face bore some burn marks, the Primarch of the Emperor’s Sons calmly pushed the sword in his hand forward forcefully: "You lost, Arabian!"

"Ugh!" The Golden Mage looked down at the sword piercing him and suddenly smiled: "Alright, Imperial people, you won, you let that Tiriel Person go, today is his lucky day."

"Yes, Lord Emil." The Arabi Soldiers immediately obeyed, seeming strange, as if indifferent to the Golden Mage’s situation.

Putting away the scimitar, the Golden Mage muttered a few spells, the Supreme Fire Elemental Lord unwillingly said: "This... how is it possible..."

The massive Supreme Fire Elemental Lord dissipated into the air.

"...You’re quite tenacious, Arabian. I originally wanted to cooperate with you, but this is not the result I wanted." Fugen nodded lightly, recognizing the Golden Mage’s strength. He initially didn’t want to engage in this duel, now the Golden Mage was dead, and this wasn’t what he wanted.

"Cooperate? Sure!" The Golden Mage, however, was indifferent to the power sword sticking in his chest, his facial features wrinkled as he looked at Fugen, nodding slightly: "You’ve proven your strength, Imperial. I think we have the foundation and conditions to cooperate."

"???", Fugen’s expression was somewhat strange. He withdrew his power sword, which carried a lot of blood, but the Golden Mage seemed utterly unaffected: "Wait, you... have an Undying Body?"

"Underneath the clothes is not just flesh but something much stronger, something not afraid of sword and blade, Imperial people." The Golden Mage was oblivious to the wound on his chest: "I made a pact with the Lamp God, which granted me a certain degree of Undying Power, but I am not truly immortal."

The Golden Mage pointed at an eye covered with an eyepatch: "For example, this is bestowed by a nightmare on the ocean. He took everything from me, my family, my children, and then left me with this scar."

The manor had already become ruins, and the fight had finished. After being unbound, instead of thanking Fugen, the Tiriel was panicked, pointing at Fugen and shouting: "Two monsters! Two Chaos mutants! You wait, you all wait for me, I’m going to call for people right now, none of you Chaos mutants will escape today! I want you dead, want you dead!"

Afterward, the Tiriel scrambled out of the manor ruins.

The Golden Mage seemed accustomed to all of this, clapping his hands and laughing: "Very well, now do you still find meddling amusing?"

"We cannot always hope for gratitude and rewards from others, but at least I have tried." Fugen sheathed the Sotigo Battle Spear, returning Glory to its scabbard: "Let me introduce myself, I am Fugen, Legion Commander of the Ash Legion."

"Wow oh wow, you truly have a kind heart, hope this won’t betray you in the future... a pleasure, but we seem to have no time for talking. The disturbance from our duel was so great that even in the current chaos of Miraglino, the Mercenaries would not ignore such a commotion." The Golden Mage remained calm: "I am Kareem, Grand Vizier Kareem Shiref, as the victor, you have the right to know my name."

"Now please let us move outside the city, and find a place to have a detailed discussion!"

"Sure."

Half an hour later, outside Miraglino city, at an aristocratic farm.

Fugen, Angerong, and Mage Kareem sat in a simple wooden house with grass laid on the ground, surrounding a simple wooden table, Mage Kareem brought out his best wine to entertain Fugen and his brother.

"Wow! This wine is great!" The golden-brown liquid with a rich aroma of wine and honey, spicy yet mellow, with the scorching sensation like a fierce fire stimulating the throat made Angerong shout out excitedly after taking a sip.

"An exquisite Tiriel rum, Barcelo, aged over 150 years, a precious stored fine brew, these are the last three bottles, and if you find it delicious, they are all for you." The Golden Mage listened to Fugen’s request and agreed very readily: "I can join you; my subordinates and I can join the Ash Legion, your strength has conquered me, Legion Commander."

"But before joining, I have a condition, considered as a request, hope you can agree."

"What request?" Fugen also tasted the intoxicating rum; the Golden Mage’s strength, the Primarch of the Emperor’s Sons deeply realized it; he had the right to make requests.

"This request relates to the Arabi Lamp God, and the legendary Burial Ship Graveyard."

"Burial Ship Graveyard?"