Mage Legend-Chapter 33: Final Episode: Fall

Lynch hovered in mid-air, clearly observing the entire battlefield's progression. The defense system of Moon Harbor City was continually being compressed, becoming less efficient. A large number of soldiers crowded together, each eager to join the battle. However, the small battlefield space on the city wall wasn't enough to let them form ranks. The giants, using their powerful bodies, firmly occupied the critical stairs, completely blocking the human soldiers' surge.

Each time they focused on dealing with the humans in front of them, they could paralyze the entire defense system.

Behind, the Catapult Giants reached the catapult positions of Moon Harbor City, where they found a large number of stone bullets—as Moon Harbor City hadn't launched many waves of attacks at the giants, plenty of stones were "backlogged" at the catapult positions. Now, the giants began using these stone bullets to crush the densely packed defensive squads at close range. Moon Harbor City's soldiers were dying in great numbers.

Lynch, in the air, started using attack magic against the giants. His favorite lightning constantly struck down from the sky toward those enemies trying to throw stones. But the giants' robust bodies endured the lightning strikes again and again.

"At this rate, even if I use all my spells, it won't have much effect." The mage was flying up and down in the air, evading the stones being hurled up—getting hit by any of them would be disastrous.

Lynch began to change tactics, using Darkness Skill and Hidden Fog Skill on various catapult positions. This way, even if the giants found enough ammunition, they wouldn't be able to attack because they couldn't see their targets.

However, these spells seemed to have little effect in changing the current situation of Moon Harbor City; Lynch alone couldn't alter the outcome of this fallen defense. Now, his goal was to find the Great Mage Kuziman. Why did this person deceive the city lord, and who was that mysterious individual with him?

The battle against giants in the city was beyond help from the mage, but he had another battle to face, a battle against the Great Mage.

A battle within a battle.

In front of the Central Castle, dozens of corpses lay scattered. Some had chests pierced by lightning, the charred wounds seemingly still crackling with sparks; others were burned to charcoal by flames, with deformed armor emitting black smoke with the stench of burnt flesh; some were frozen into ice, their blue-purple faces covered in frost still holding expressions of terror at the moment of death; some were blasted into pieces by immense energy, bodies scattered everywhere, never to be reassembled.

Lynch tightened his grip on his magic wand, cast Mage Armor, Shield, Protection against elemental damage, Protection against the negative energy barrier on himself, then placed the scroll box within easy reach beside him, and entered the Central Castle.

The situation inside the castle was no better; once a pristine castle had turned into a slaughterhouse, with blood and corpses now its most abundant decorations. The once exquisite carpets had turned to charcoal. Beside them, the blood of numerous guards flowed down the slanted floor, forming a warm river of blood, the reek of which filled what was once a flower-scented dwelling.

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Two skeletons stood in the hall's center, possessing the weapons of the slain guards, and eyed Lynch, the unexpected visitor. The moment the mage entered the castle, they lunged at him viciously.

Lynch stretched out his hands, spreading them in a fan shape, and fiery flames immediately covered the five-meter space before him. The two skeletons disintegrated into fragments in this red glow, scattering on the ground and splattering a puddle of blood.

Lynch suppressed the urge to retch and sprinted along the path indicated by the fallen bodies heading toward the castle's underground.

An open iron door, inside emitting torchlight, from which came a burst of maniacal laughter—Kuziman's laughter.

"Don't keep hiding outside, I know you're here."

Lynch stepped directly into the room.

It was a storage hall, with five piles of metal blocks ambitiously placed near the center. The shimmering silvery-white metallic luster and its unique fluid texture could only belong to the precious material of the continent—Mithril, without a doubt.