Book 8: Chapter 76: Despair
“Idria, close it!” Qin Lun reacted swiftly, shouting urgently at the female knight closest to the stone platform. Simultaneously, he raised his left hand. A black glove depicting a pentagram pattern on its back silently appeared on his palm.
A black glow flashed across the surface of the Glove of Sacrifice. A gentle pillar of light descended from the sky, landing on Idria ahead. The female knight felt a warm current flowing through her entire body. She suddenly felt full of strength, almost capable of punching the massive stone platform to pieces with a single blow.
Fifth-tier magic – “Bull’s Strength”. This was a spell Qin Lun had stored in the Glove of Sacrifice long ago. In fact, after the Metropolis Domination War, he had adjusted the three spells the Glove of Sacrifice could hold. One to enhance speed, one defensive spell— these two were essential.
For the final choice, he had pondered for a long time, switching it from an offensive spell to an auxiliary one. The Glove of Sacrifice’s greatest value was its ability to cast spells quickly; its specialty was faster reaction time than a Magic Scroll.
In combat, a gap of even a fraction of a second could mean life or death. Compared to a Magic Scroll, the Glove of Sacrifice aimed to secure that brief instant of initiative. Especially in close combat, a spell cast instantly within arm’s reach could save a life or kill an unprepared enemy.
Spells like the Web Spell used in the Metropolis Domination War made excellent auxiliary magic. However, Qin Lun’s Dagger of Sin now possessed Soul Chain, reducing his need for mid-range binding spells. Bull’s Strength, which briefly amplified Explosive Power, was perfect for close-quarters fighting. It supplemented Qin Lun’s melee abilities and could provide immense help for Joey.
Bam! Idria pushed off the ground with force, leaving a footprint in the hard surface as sharp as if carved by knives and axes. She was already near the stone platform. Empowered by Bull’s Strength, a single step propelled her to its edge. Her leather-gloved hands grabbed the stone slab, ready to exert strength and close it again.
Yet, at that moment, a pale arm covered with frost lightly rested on the slab within the half-foot gap in the platform.
Thwump! Infused with the might of Bull’s Strength, Idria was flung backward like a small insect.