The Vastness of Magical Destiny

First to stir was the seemingly harmless Soul Eating Gnome, whose cloak, black as a crow, flashed and suddenly expanded like an approaching storm cloud, swiftly darting toward Mihailovich and Rebry, who were standing together, already braced for battle. It was clear that the Charming Spirit hidden in the shadows had also realized that besides Komer, these two mages posed the most significant threat. To bend a bow is to shoot an arrow at its strongest; to capture thieves is to first capture their king. Eliminating these few leading figures would naturally disperse the rest like smoke and clouds. Although the gnome’s mental presence was supremely arrogant, in actuality, it showed no restraint in its actions.

The Mechanical Puppet had already leapt high to shield Mihailovich and Rebry, its arms, armed with Scythes of Death, sweeping up two vast faint glimmers of light curtains, blocking the Soul Eating Gnome outside like two enormous blade doors. As a Puppet Magic Doll powered by an exotic Magic Crystal, it had no life force to speak of, rendering the formidable gnome useless against it. Moreover, the arms of the puppet, outfitted with Scythes of Death, were sharp beyond compare; a single slice would reduce the gnome to shreds.

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However, since the Soul Eating Gnome dared to enter the fray, it naturally wasn’t an enemy to be easily overcome. Its body performed an agile somersault in the air, colliding with the puppet’s Scythes of Death using its hands, tempered by Resentful Soul Sand. The crisp impact was distinctly the sound of metal clashing, and sparks flew. Seemingly unaffected, the gnome turned and spun in mid-air, leveraging the momentum to launch a sinister, and oddly swirling attack, sinking slightly before lunging from the flank.

The movements of the Mechanical Puppet could be considered swift and nimble, but they paled in comparison to the Soul Eating Gnome. Nevertheless, Rebry had already started chanting his spell, a towering flame shield securely protecting himself, Mihailovich, and the women behind them. The Divine Light Blessings summoned by Lome added a holy silver-white gleam to the flame shield, ensuring even the gnome’s indomitable arms dared not hastily test the defense laced with the heavenly realm’s Holy Fire.

A screech that rattled the soul emanated from the gnome, and its gaze turned a peculiar dark red. Its cloak unfurled like massive bat wings, opening and closing rapidly as it encircled the flame shield conjured by Rebry, launching a frenzied assault from all directions with the speed of lightning and the force of wind.

The Giant Zombies, formidable and dreaded, were next to move. Their heavy footsteps thudding on the ground sounded like beats hammering against everyone’s chest. The mere swaying of their Double-edged Giant Axes suggested an air saturated with a bloody, murderous intent, enough to seep into one’s soul. The two Giant Zombies were similar in stature and appearance, with knotted beards and broad expressionless faces that bore a golden seal on their foreheads, signifying their past identities as unparalleled Giant Spirit warriors.

The two Black Warriors reacted with even greater agility, their Bone Spirit Flame Swords enveloped in purple flames rising amidst the black mist. They plunged into the fray from two directions, followed by scores of skeleton warriors surging forward in waves, their coordinated strides thundering on the flanks, the combined momentum nearly crushing Komer and his companions into dust.

The intense pressure from the Giant Zombies finally made the normally disdainful Shatima sense a shift in the atmosphere. The relationship between the Dragon Clan and the Giant Spirits, both transcending humanity and gods from ancient times, has become a mystery to the modern world. Given the Dragon Clan’s pride, it was hard to imagine they had ever coexisted amicably with the Giant Spirits.