Chapter 311 (1): Eye of Judgment
The damaged office building was now in ruins. Anastasia, arriving a little late, stood on the side, attempting to break through the spatial barrier unhurriedly. Her efficiency was average, but her grace was extraordinary.
The four legendary mages started a new battlefield and escalated the fight, creating vitality fields. Before leaving, Bourne had received orders to release spores of Life to conjure the flesh of Astral Beasts, creating a pale swamp.
Prince Edward’s four bodyguards were quite capable, and they managed to let out a cry before getting swallowed by the highly corruptive flesh.
The strongest one even managed to let out several cries!
Writhing white foam surrounded Edward and Carol. Bourne’s study seemed to have made a major breakthrough. The flesh of Astral Beasts was supposed to attack indiscriminately, but now it surrounded them without striking, leaving their bloodlines intact.
Edward’s surname was Windsor, and Carol’s surname was Bourbon. The former was a current royal, while the latter had once been a royal. Both possessed dormant divine blood. Alistair, who was nearby, also had divine blood. The royal families of the old kingdoms and the current royal family all had divine blood and their own ways of triggering it.
Setting aside the cost, having a sword and not using it was different from not having one at all; the more cards for stabilizing power, the better.
Prince Edward was mediocre in power. The talent granted by his divine blood manifested in womanizing. When facing the surrounding white swamp, he rationally shielded his fiancée Carol behind him.
Edward had a teleportation ring that, once activated, could take him between the office buildings owned by the Minister of Magic. Due to the mysterious man disrupting space, though, the ring had been rendered a worthless decoration, leaving him to rely on Carol’s offense.
Carol’s magic was quite obscure. She played a flute to affect the flesh of the Astral Beasts, even causing it to go dormant temporarily. It wasn’t the power of a mainstream faith in the Chosen Land, but a power related to Carol’s own bloodline.
Divine blood didn’t refer to the blood of one particular deity. It could be a subordinate god or a major god, or even gods whose names had been lost in history.
There was a flash, followed by a strange laughter. Carol’s hands burned with pain, her flute gone. She lifted her hands while trembling, looking at her palms; they were scraped and bleeding. Before she could say anything, a shadow loomed over her from behind.