The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Trajan, it seems our opponent had the same idea as us," said the middle-aged mage, who had not spoken a word since the war had begun, finally breaking his silence.

"Mr. Deneby, what do you think?" Trajan seemed to understand the mage’s words as he lifted his gaze. This rearguard mage, dispatched by Pericles Church, could be considered one of the most mysterious figures within the church. Even a formidable person like Lorenzo held considerable respect for Deneby, yet knew very little about him. This man seemed to have always remained hidden within Pericles Church, and now, at last, he had the opportunity to demonstrate his talent before everyone.

"Didn’t you say he is also an Undead Summoner? In the last battle with Marco, did he not also summon the undead? So this time, we will help him once again fully showcase his talent. There’s no need for reservations in dealing with these dark scum; the only option is to utterly cast them into the Hell Abyss," Deneby’s voice was elusive, as if coming from a different world space, but this was exactly what Trajan wanted. The battle with Marco had filled Trajan with profound loathing towards the opponent, grateful for any chance for a decisive showdown.

"Mr. Deneby, as they say, ’it’s better to act than to be polite.’ I’ll handle his summoned undead, and you can deal with him personally," Trajan replied.

"Excellent, I, too, have long wished to assess the enigmatic character who has always been deeply hidden, about whom Kent and others speak," Deneby said.

Deneby’s fish-like eyes suddenly fixed on the distant and imposing figure of Komer. The Saintess had disappeared, and it had been years without any news. Now, Iliana from Vazinsky’s realm had also mysteriously vanished, and the only common denominator was their prior contact with Lord Komer. Sir Frenster’s suspicions were not unfounded; maybe it was indeed time to make a concerted effort on this man.

When Trajan leapt into the air, Komer knew that a fierce battle was inevitable. He had no choice but to summon Bear without hesitation, even though he knew that with the Thunderhorse Knights present, this full-force display might expose everything he had carefully hidden before. Now, faced with Trajan’s assault, if he could not contain the opponent, the man who still stood with folded arms might force him into a dire life-or-death situation.

The agile, sinister silhouette of the Bear flashed in front of Trajan, swift as the wind and quick as a rabbit. His body slightly bent, and Trajan’s eyes just caught the glimpse of two cold stars when a chilling cold attacked him from below.

What a malicious trick! The barely visible cold stars in the opponent’s hands were two extremely short daggers, forged from a special magic metal. The emotionless, cold, yellow face, combined with the swift and fierce movements, even made Trajan, a battle-hardened expert, shudder.

Faced with the opponent’s close-quarter combat tactics, Trajan’s Knight Spear was put away, but his waist-slung Knight’s Sword immediately spun up, whipping up swirls of silver-white Fighting Qi to counteract. Against such undead zombies, there were no reservations; complete dismemberment was the only way to end their combat ability, otherwise, only using Holy Light Power to destroy the Dark Origin deep within their body would suffice, but Trajan preferred the more brutal method of dismemberment.