Chapter 411

A fierce wind swept in, and the ring in the white mage's hand was activated.

Magical power throughout his body began to surge, and on his white body, tangible purple magical power appeared.

At the same time, various magic formations flashed on the flute-sword in his hand.

Various power-enhancing magics were coated onto his exquisite flute-sword; this was him going all out, and he had already made up his mind to kill.

Jiang Xia watched the white mage fallen into an extreme state, and his own demonic emperor power also began to surge.

This originally tranquil, verdant forest gradually became shrouded in a blood-red hue, and a crimson moon rose high.

However, compared to the white mage's flute-sword, Jiang Xia gestured, and the unrestricted Zanvat appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sword tip, originally like a gemstone, now had a layer of red appear on it, and powerful demonic emperor power was continuously poured into the sword forged from a single piece of demonic emperor stone.

The red sword blade looked as if soaked in blood, horrifying and abnormal.

Both sides attacked simultaneously, two completely different systems of Knights erupted with unimaginable huge power, their figures vanishing in the swift motion.

The white mage's speed resulted from multiple magic rings plus the burning of his own internal magical power, so fast that hardly any mage or phantom could react.

But facing Jiang Xia's unfolding rapid speed, he was not fast, and even relying solely on speed he fell into a disadvantage.

Two shadows, one white and one red, shot through the tree-filled forest, crimson lightning and golden-yellow magic exploding against each other.

Each collision produced a deafening roar; they chased each other, collided, bounced apart, and continued colliding.

One second the surrounding trees were engulfed in the roaring explosion, the next second they were directly shattered into fragments by lightning.

The area affected by the two grew larger; birds living in the forest fled in terror to the skies, but the power bursting from the blood-tinged sky turned them to ash.

The countless explosions produced a fire large enough to turn this area into a forbidden zone for life; the trees that had grown were already turned into drifting ashes across the sky.

And in the next moment, a huge light spot lit up on the cave beside the forest, the rock heated to red by the high temperature from their collision.

In this nearly stationary domain, who knows how many high-temperature fragments floated in the air; each impact sent countless burning stone fragments flying out.

However, although the white mage's flute-sword in his hand was a very good weapon, facing the sharpness of the Zanvat sword he was still found wanting.

The Zanvat sword repeatedly spewed crimson blade-light, breaking open the flute-sword each time, leaving in the air a curved red blade, as if practicing calligraphy in the void with sword scars.

When the golden-yellow magic formation first appeared, the Zanvat's crimson blade pierced through its middle, wildly slashing within the formation and leaving its blood-red trace.

"Bang bang bang!"

Two streaks of light like meteors suddenly halted in their final collision.

Dark Kiva and the white mage simultaneously fell back to the ground; at this moment the white mage's flute-sword was full of slash marks, and all the added magic on it was forcibly cleaved apart.

The white mage rolled about in a sorry state on the scorched-black ground; this place had once been a forest full of life, but now it was filled with bottomless fissures.

That distant cave, the rock wall that had endured tens of thousands of years of wear, now collapsed, as if it had experienced a ground dragon turning over.

The white mage had basically used all his abilities—controlling different elements, teleportation, explosions, chains, magical power gathering, spatial control—but in this situation he still lost, and lost badly.

Jiang Xia paused slightly; his full-body dark red armor was smooth as new, and the black cloak behind him fluttered gently in the now-calmed wind.

He looked at the white mage whose magical power was nearly exhausted, pointed the Zanvat longsword's blade at him; the faint red on the sword body gradually faded, returning it to an exquisite work of art. His bat-like emerald pupils flickered slightly; Jiang Xia simply sheathed the Zanvat and, facing the white mage covered in wounds and about to lose the ability to resist from magical exhaustion, spoke slowly: "Your internal magical power tells me you have at most one more chance to attack!"

"Come on, if you can wound me with your final strike, you may live; otherwise, you will go to hell together with the phantoms you created." Jiang Xia stared at him.

The white mage—no, it should be Di Muzhou—he slowly raised his head; despite exerting all his strength, he could not wound the monster clad in dark red armor, no matter how he increased speed or used magic, he could not defeat him.

This was exactly like the demon lords in ancient magical tomes who took pleasure in killing humans!

Although he started as a scientist, after entering the magical realm he also learned many abnormal things, but those were caused by magic, and even compared to ferocious phantoms, this monster before him was still more terrifying.

Compared to those things, facing this vampire-king-like monster before him was like a defenseless sheep facing Mephisto.

Di Muzhou finally crawled up from the ground, at the same time putting his last powerful ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and taking a deep breath to adjust his condition.

He looked at Dark Kiva's armor; his pupils were like the gates of hell, seemingly able to completely absorb one's spirit, and that crimson armor on his body seemed forged in blood and fire, definitely not a human product—only non-humans or demons could wield it.

Di Muzhou could recognize that the emerald green on Dark Kiva's body was also made of some powerful stone.

He himself had crafted many magical gemstones, but he had never seen a gemstone filled with unknown energy like this.

Although demon emperor stone and magical gemstone share similar names, the power they contain is worlds apart; they simply cannot be compared.

Di Muzhou wanted to use his research on the Philosopher's Stone to try to find a weakness in Dark Kiva, but this was nearly impossible to achieve.

He had no time left; he could feel the pressure from the opponent's body gradually enveloping this place, and the mental oppression even made him want to kneel.

This was fundamentally not an evenly matched duel; the gap was simply too great.

But the opponent, no matter how, targeting his daughter was something he absolutely could not tolerate.

A dying beast should not be provoked; when it's about to die is actually the most dangerous time, let alone that he is still a mage and must protect his sole remaining kin.

At this moment, the buffs were stacked to the max.

Di Muzhou looked at the opponent's defenseless posture, he mobilized all his internal power; the artificial phantoms within him could fully obey his commands.

If the cost was the disappearance of the artificial phantoms within him, a single burst could unleash dozens of times the attack power, enough to heavily wound the opponent—let him pay for his carelessness.

This was a last-ditch life-or-death technique, sacrificing a mage's qualification as the price; the power unleashed could be used only once.

To protect his daughter, he could do anything.

Xiao Li need not worry about her safety for now; she has that kid Xiao Zhenqing protecting her, and he still has a chance to reopen the Demon Banquet.

Di Muzhou swiftly placed his last ring at his waist.

"Yes! KickStrike! Understand?"

Flying Kick Assault Mage Ring, possessing the ability to amplify kicking techniques; the more magical power one has, the stronger the kick technique.

All of his magical power condensed on Di Muzhou's body into a primal domain; that tremendous magical surge erupted all at once.

The eerie feeling in the air was almost becoming tangible; the power of the phantoms burned to the extreme was completely pressed into his right leg. (End of chapter)