Chapter 193: The Battle Between the Seven Sages of Destruction and Serie
Kurtz and Serie were fast, just too fast.
From breaking the barrier to their intrusion into the inner city, it took them only a few breaths at most.
When the heavy, massive stone door of the council hall was blasted open by a spell and dust filled the air, the three Seven Sages of Destruction, along with General Rivale, now truly realized how swift the enemy's arrival had been.
Even Böse the Immortal widened his eyes, somewhat in disbelief. As the most skilled in barrier magic, and even the architect of the Demon King's City's core defensive barrier, he had sensed the moment the barrier was forcibly torn apart.
But he never expected that the enemy's speed in reaching them would be so fast that he didn't even have time to stand up and set up a second line of defense.
"Tsk! What in the world are those useless idiots outside doing?!"
Böse cursed under his breath, clearly displeased that so many monsters and demons outside couldn't even buy them some time.
As the dust settled, two figures appeared before the assembled demons.
"Serie…"
Upon recognizing the two familiar faces, Schlacht's expression instantly turned extremely grim.
He stared intently at the cold-eyed elf at the entrance, and the human beside her, with a storm already brewing in his heart. He had anticipated that they would come knocking one day, but he hadn't expected it to be so soon.
It was so fast that it caught him off guard.
His gaze subconsciously swept towards the projected El Light magic sword suspended on the control panel, as if he had thought of something.
'This sword has Tracking Magic!'
He never expected it!
On the other side, Macht of El Dorado, Finn the Dead, General Rivale, and even Böse the Immortal, all simultaneously focused their gaze on Serie.
As the most famous mage of the current era, and also the most feared existence among demons, they naturally recognized this seemingly petite figure who instilled dread in countless demons.
Macht's movements paused slightly, and the arrogance in his eyes was instantly replaced by intense wariness.
He "saw" it.
In his magic perception field, the amount of magic power swirling around Serie.
Generally speaking, the stronger a mage, the greater the magic power around him or her; this was also an essential way for demons to discern an opponent's strength.
And, Serie before them could no longer be described as merely dense. It was an invisible ocean, condensed to the point of almost becoming tangible, and this ocean was even subtly rippling.
How immense!
How terrifying!
This was an existence that none of them could contend with in a one-on-one fight.
"Tsk! The strongest mage, Serie… truly lives up to her reputation." Macht muttered in a low voice, his tone no longer relaxed, only grave. His proud Golden Magic would likely not even have a chance to be cast in the face of such vast magical power.
Finn the Dead's lowered head lifted completely, his pupils trembling at the immense power of Serie.
General Rivale's muscles instantly tensed. He loved battling strong opponents and had been through countless fights, making his intuition for danger exceptionally keen. The terrifying power contained within Serie's petite appearance made his hand, gripping his battle-axe, subconsciously tremble.
Almost at the same instant, the four great demons reached a silent consensus through their eyes.
They must join forces. Only then could they contend with Serie before them.
As for the seemingly ordinary human beside her?
Although Schlacht repeatedly emphasized his strength, before seeing it with their own eyes, they subconsciously ranked his threat level lower. After all, the oppressive feeling brought by Serie's almost tangible magic power was too visually impactful.
Moreover, Schlacht was most skilled in foresight magic, so they would let him stall this human.
The battle erupted with a roar in the very next moment.
No epic monologue, no wasted words, only the most direct, lethal attacks!
Macht moved first, sharply spreading his hands. Countless dazzling golden rays of light shot out from his hands. These rays did not attack Serie herself, but instantly covered the entire floor, walls, and even the ceiling of the council hall.
Wherever the golden light shone, everything instantly transformed into dazzling gold. The next second, a cage made entirely of gold instantly formed, attempting to imprison Serie within it.
Finn also manipulated the undead, releasing countless twisted spectral claws, and Rivale, roaring and wielding his battle-axe, cleaved towards Serie, forming a pincer attack from two sides. Meanwhile, Böse cast barrier magic, ready to respond to Serie's counterattack at any moment.
The combined might of the four top-tier demons was enough to defeat any legendary expert, yet they faced Serie, an existence beyond that.
Facing these attacks, Serie not only did not retreat but instead took a step forward. Releasing her magic, an enormous three-dimensional magic shield instantly unfolded with her at its center.
Macht's golden attack shattered upon contact with the shield.
Finn's spectral claws were petrified entirely by the sacred magic interwoven within this magic shield, and as for Rivale, he swung his battle axe and struck the surface of the shield with a heavy blow.
Clang!!!
It sounded like metal clashing.
Rivale felt as if he had struck the hardest thing in the world; the terrifying recoil nearly made his battle-axe fly out of his hand.
And Serie's magic shield merely rippled intensely, showing no signs of damage.
'What an incredibly sturdy magic shield!'
'How much effort had this strongest mage put into studying magic shields?!'
However, their questions would remain unanswered, for Serie's counterattack had already arrived. The silver torrent and countless Light Spears that had previously annihilated the monsters in their way appeared around Serie, shooting fiercely towards the few of them.
A few of them quickly cast defensive magic, barely fending off Serie's attacks.
However, the next wave of attacks followed immediately.
Serie's continuous onslaught instantly trapped the four attackers; she, by herself, forcefully suppressed them.
At the same time, the battlefield on the other side erupted instantly.
"Schlacht!" Kurtz's gaze was fixed on the figure who subconsciously retreated. "This time, you probably can't run away, can you?"
"Damn it!"
Schlacht's face was gloomy. Facing Kurtz, such a unique existence whose future he could not foresee at all, there was simply no chance of victory. He almost instinctively grabbed the El Light beside him.
He desperately needed power! Even if it was just excess power.
However, just as his hand was about to touch the El Light.
Buzz!!!
The El Light suddenly emitted a repulsive force. Under Kurtz's control, a repulsion originating from its core depths was activated, directly causing Schlacht's hand to pause!
It was this very pause that allowed Kurtz to act immediately.
As Space Magic was cast, there was no earth-shattering magical explosion, only a lingering afterimage gradually disappearing from its original spot.
[End of Chapter]
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