The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Compared to more routine necromantic creatures such as Black Warriors and Undead Knights, Iliana didn’t feel particularly fearful. Having spent a long time in seclusion within the Church of Light, she had little understanding of mechanisms akin to Metal Magic Dolls and Puppet Bone Pythons, nor did she know how much of a threat these unfamiliar beings posed. However, even with just the Giant Zombie, Iliana knew that the battle ahead would be an extremely arduous confrontation!

"Blaze Burning Sky" had clearly weakened the wall of fire that it had conjured, and although it was still advancing forward, Komer could distinctly feel the pressure from the opposite side gradually diminishing. Mihailovich and Uma’s surprise troops had finally started to prove their worth. Just a bit longer, and it would be their turn to teach the ignorant Homer Army a severe lesson.

Indeed, the Royal Court Magicians and the three Light Saints were now facing an unprecedented challenge. They could no longer focus on the Fire Magic Array that was on the brink of achieving a complete victory because their own safety was under serious threat.

Maldono’s Detection Magic finally locked onto the elusive target at the last moment. A series of Heavenly Sacred Flame magics brightly illuminated the area where Uma was hiding, and the light released by the Heavenly Sacred Flame enveloped everything within a radius of thirty feet, making anything foul and dark have nowhere to hide. The Sacred Flame penetrated all external barriers and pierced deep into Uma’s body.

The intense sensation of burning made Uma almost howl in agony, not having felt such pain in a long time. During the battle at Damarlinsk Castle where she met Komer, she had tasted this flavor, but it was nothing compared to the severity of this moment. It was as if lava was coursing through her body, subjecting Uma’s soul to what seemed like hellfire. Painful, yet alive, Uma felt this peculiar sensation. After more than three hundred years of quiescence, Uma finally experienced this profound and tangible feeling. Although she wasn’t satisfied with her current body, the torment of her soul could at last be released through the nerves of her flesh – a wonderful feeling, a pain that pierced to the marrow but was utterly real, almost heavenly compared to the pure ordeal of the soul.

Of course, Uma also knew how much damage the purification of the Sacred Flame would do to her Dark Origin. Aside from continuously conjuring a dark shield to withstand the erosion of the Heavenly Sacred Flame, she had no choice but to rely on the power she wielded to protect herself.

The Undead Knight raised its lance at the first opportunity to block the Light Saint who sought to continue casting spells, with its lance cutting through the firmament, trailed by a dense miasma of death. The Ghost Warhorse effortlessly leaped through mid-air, sweeping towards Maldono’s position with the imposing might of a boundless gale.

Maldono’s agile figure accomplished a spatial transfer in an instant, as though he had never been there. The enveloping miasma caused the surrounding greenery to instantly wither and darken, losing their vitality in that moment. As if by natural attraction, without any pause, the Ghost Warhorse artfully sidestepped, and the lance shook off a multitude of dark rings, sweeping a dense succession at the Light Saint who had just grounded himself.