Chapter 391: The Strongest Offensive Magic
It was said that a long time ago, in the so-called Mythical Era, there existed an incredibly powerful magic called Divine Strike. Its power was said to be sufficient to annihilate an entire nation.
For certain veteran elven races, Divine Strike was a presence they could never forget, because the most important ancestral land of the elves—the Great Elven Forest—was destroyed precisely by Divine Strike.
The loss of the Great Elven Forest, the essential ancestral home, made the possibility of the entire elven race bearing offspring even more difficult, indirectly causing the current situation of the elven population's decline.
However, Divine Strike magic had long since been lost, recorded only in a few ancient grimoires; even among First-Class Mages, very few knew of its existence.
"Such a bother." Frieren spoke softly.
She looked up. The magical barrier lines in the sky were dense, surrounding her like a giant web. The possibility of breaking out was minuscule.
Over twenty mages were distributed in all directions in the air, preparing a final strike. However, they seemed to sense the weakening of Frieren's aura and abandoned the high-powered offensive spells, instead beginning to cast a type of binding magic. Their goal was clear: they wanted to capture her alive.
On the ground, Aura had barely managed to roll out of the way of a fatal blow, but the mages surrounding her were also closing in step by step.
Judging by the smiles on their faces, they seemed convinced that Aura and Frieren were already in the bag. They weren't even in a rush to take the demon girl Aura's life anymore.
Frieren sighed, raised her right hand, and spread her five fingers. A magic circle unfolded.
"Do you want immortality that badly?"
No one answered; the attacks continued.
Even if Frieren had guessed their true motives, so what? The moment they chose to attack her, everything was beyond redemption.
"So you want me. You want to use me as a threat to force Lord Rhodes to hand over that magic."
Frieren unfolded five layers of defensive magic before her, wrapping herself completely to temporarily withstand the mages' attacks. Inside the shield, her aura was also surging rapidly.
Simultaneously, two First-Class Mages attacked at once. Their offensive spells pierced through the magic shields one after another, leaving new wounds on her body.
"Do you think capturing me will make Lord Rhodes hand over the immortality magic, allowing you to achieve eternal life?"
Another attack penetrated the magic shield, striking Frieren's body, causing her to stagger backward. But her raised hand remained steady.
"You are too naive!!!"
If immortality were that simple, Master Flamme wouldn't have left her side! Master Flamme would have stayed with her forever!
These people... they understood nothing!!!
For the first time, such intense rage surged in Frieren's heart that the magic circle unfolding in her hand was filled with the desire for slaughter.
At the same time, the magic circle in her hand lit up. A point of light the size of a grain of rice appeared.
At first, it was very weak, causing no concern. But as if it were breathing, with every pulse, it absorbed everything around it. It wasn't just mana; even the air was converging toward it.
The mages in the sky froze. They didn't recognize the magic Frieren was casting, but they sensed a trace of a dangerous aura.
Clearly, the magic this elven mage was using was some kind of taboo—something that transcended the scope of human magic, a power that shouldn't exist in this world.
"Stop her!!!" someone screamed hoarsely.
Over twenty offensive spells slammed toward Frieren simultaneously, but they were all blocked.
Not by the magic shield, but seemingly by some Spatial Magic that swallowed all attacks directly into spatial rifts, unable to affect Frieren in the slightest.
The mages were horrified. Could such terrifying Spatial Magic really be unleashed by this elven mage before them?
If so, why hadn't she used these moves sooner? She could have used spatial jumps to escape their encirclement entirely.
However, all doubts lost their meaning as Frieren's magic neared completion.
Countless offensive spells were swallowed by the spatial rifts. This scene caused many mages to lose confidence in continuing the battle, leading them to turn and flee.
But the magical barrier originally used to imprison Frieren had become a cage imprisoning everything, sealing everyone—including Frieren and them—within; no one could leave!
One breath.
Two breaths.
In just a few short breaths, the point of light had expanded to several meters in size, becoming more dazzling, absorbing even more power.
Aura lay on the ground, looking up at the sky. The ball of light was too blinding for her to see clearly what was happening, but she could feel the oppressive feeling that made her soul tremble.
She had never seen this power, but a demon's instinct gave her a deep sense of dread.
Even if she trained for hundreds or thousands of years, she absolutely couldn't withstand this magic. This was true Forbidden Magic.
Frieren looked down at her, confirming she was still there, opening her mouth as if to say something.
Forget it!
If she was lucky, she might survive.
If she was unlucky, she would continue to live on in her place.
Frieren withdrew her gaze, looking at the faces full of fear in the sky, and then she spoke: "Divine Strike."
The light erupted from the magic circle. It wasn't ordinary light, but destruction itself. It was the ultimate magic from the Sky-Winged race, once used to purify all impurity.
Now, improved by Rhodes, it could be cast by a single person—the strongest offensive magic in the world.
Divine radiance swallowed everything. The mages in the sky didn't even have time to scream before being thoroughly obliterated in the torrent of light. Even items capable of withstanding powerful magic were annihilated along with them.
The blinding light lasted for three seconds. After three seconds, the wilderness returned to silence.
Frieren descended slowly from the sky. When her feet touched the ground, her knees went weak, and she nearly collapsed. She used her staff to support herself, barely standing.
Her silver hair was draped messily. Her mage robe was covered in scorch marks, with quite a few bright red stains.
If Frieren's mage robe hadn't been a magical item in itself, treated with many magical formulas by Rhodes, her state right now would have been even worse.
But as she was now, her mana was overdrawn, and her body was overdrawn.
Yet she still stood. And the area in front of her... was gone.
Over twenty mages, the barrier in the sky, and even the land beneath their feet had been erased from reality.
In their place was a perfect hemispherical depression, edges smooth as mirrors, the deepest soil presenting a black, scorched texture.
But two mages had survived by luck. After all, Frieren's attack was released in the air; these mages on the ground had only been swept up by the aftermath.
If they had stood far enough away, and their magic shields were sturdy enough, they could barely withstand the aftermath of Divine Strike.
The two mages were in a miserable state. One had their left arm reduced to ashes by merely being grazed by the aftermath; the other was vomiting blood,倒 (lying) on the ground, life or death unknown.
The mage who lost his left arm barely took a step, not daring to look back, frantically fleeing.
Frieren didn't pursue. She needed one living mage to report back, to deter those who wanted to continue acting against her.
Moreover, she was more concerned about someone else.
Not far away, Aura lay on the ground, covered in blood. One of the horns on her head was broken, but she was still alive.
Her eyes were wide open, looking at Frieren, looking at the area that had been erased. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't make a sound.
"Are you still alive?" Frieren asked.
Aura opened her mouth. After a long time, she squeezed out two words: "...Alive."
"Then get up."
"Ca... can't..."
Frieren was silent for a second. Then she reached out, grabbed Aura's remaining horn, and dragged her up from the ground.
"Ouch~"
Aura staggered to stand steady, to prevent her only remaining horn from being broken off by Frieren too.
"Lord Frieren..." she spoke tremblingly. "What... what was that magic?"
"Divine Strike."
"Divine Strike? Could it be that legendary strongest offensive magic used by the Sky-Winged race?"
"Mn."
Aura fell silent.
She had accidentally read about Divine Strike in some book, but she hadn't expected Frieren to unleash it in reality just now.
Such power was truly too terrifying.
"Sigh, as expected, the Divine Strike I released was still too weak. But it was just right." Frieren lamented.
Aura was dumbfounded.
Such power, and she still complains it isn't enough? If it were any stronger, I definitely would have turned to slag!
But considering this move from Frieren had indirectly saved her, Aura still spoke sincerely: "In short, thank you. If not for you, I might have died."
"No, actually you don't have to thank me. I didn't expect you to survive either. Ultimately, it was just because my technique was not refined."
"Bastard! Give me back my gratitude!"
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