The Vastness of Magical Destiny

The magic power that enveloped Uma’s body began to circulate rapidly, but the clothes covering his body concealed everything. The only thing that could be detected was the unusual excitement mixed within the dimly glowing halos in those indifferent pupils, which burst forth with great speed. The formless Dark Magic Force extended infinitely, rapidly expanding among the skeletons and zombies that had already gathered around Uma.

A sense of pride and satisfaction rose in Uma’s heart. It had been a long time since he had directly controlled these undead creatures with his own magic power. He even felt a bit unaccustomed to it. He was never particularly fond of the undead, at most summoning and creating some undead creatures. To use his original magic power to drive the undead, in fact, seemed like merging himself with them. If it weren’t for Komer’s request, Uma would not have been willing to do so, feeling that merging with these lowly undead, even just through magic, was a defilement. He seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was also occupying another undead’s body.

The knights who were gathered around immediately sensed the strange change in the atmosphere. The skeletons seemed to become more aggressive all at once. That was not the problem; the trouble was that the physical strength of the skeletons also seemed to be greatly enhanced. Fighting Qi became less effective against them. Their bodies were like specially forged, even able to withstand a strike from the knights’ swords and spears. Before now, these skeletons should have shattered into pieces, but now their bones only bore a crack or a white mark.

Iron chains, Wolf Tooth Clubs, Broken swords, Rusty Knives, and motley Antique shields—these were the weapons of the skeletons and zombies. After undergoing this strange change, the agility of all skeletons and zombies increased significantly. The black aura that emanated from their bodies spread everywhere, signifying that their innate weapon—corpse poison—could finally be released outward. This made the Light Knights realize the danger that had come.

Corpse poison gas was not some special attack method but a way for undead creatures to emit the inherent toxicity from their bodies. Generally, skeletons and corpses that had not been specially refined were unable to do this. Until now, these skeletons and zombies had not shown any sign of this ability. This proved that these skeletons and corpses did not possess special combat ability. Now, however, with the arrival of that mysterious individual, everything had changed.

Bronin also noticed this change. It was clear that the sneaky man in black was the culprit. If he could be dealt with, then all problems would be readily solved.

Taking a deep breath, Bronin drew out his Knight Spear again. Mejernov also realized this and began to accumulate the last of his nearly exhausted magic power to continuously bless the knight chief. Holy Light wheels kept bursting forth on Bronin, and with each burst, his aura of Holy Light strengthened. Facing these undead creatures, extra caution was necessary. When Mejernov released the last enhancement spell, he did not even have the strength to stand, sitting on the City Wall Merlon with a pale face, gasping for air.

The Knight Cloak helped Bronin to volley into the air and descend from the sky with an ethereal grace. His beautifully flawless posture also bolstered the knights’ confidence. As Bronin wielded the Knight Spear with all his might, it became like a dazzling bright moon, surging down directly toward the man in black standing amid the skeleton group.

Uma smiled slightly, which was actually just in his mind; his face remained expressionless. It was a pity, such a wonderful killing stance could almost serve as a model for the knights to observe. If it was someone else, he might have had a chance to shine, but it was a pity that he had met Uma, which left no opportunity at all.

Bronin kept his eyes fixed on his opponent, the energy of his spear becoming more intense, with a fierce wind howling and vigor splitting the air. He had concentrated all his Fighting Qi into this strike. Amplified by the Holy Light Spell, a three-feet-long Luminous Flame burst forth from the tip of the spear with an overwhelming momentum and crashed down.

With both hands pinched before his chest, Uma made a graceful cross sign, his emotionless gaze coldly watching the flying knight plunge down. Bronin suddenly felt a heavy sink in his whole body. The Knight Cloak was instantly pressed tightly against him, turning his original nimble form extremely sluggish. Startled, he rapidly propelled the Fighting Qi throughout his body, releasing the immense and unrivaled Light Fighting Qi outward.