Chapter 103: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 103 True Name Summoning

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Timothy led the mage war band, slowly approaching the Allied Forces' main camp.

According to intelligence, there were at least five Red Robe Mages of the Allied Forces here, and this was the location of the Allied Forces' Mage General Command.

The defenses outside the main camp were quite strict; under the pitch-black night, the tents were silent, like a sleeping graveyard.

Timothy sensed the magic fluctuations around him, began walking at about ten kilometers away, and said to the mages behind him: "The importance of this campaign needs no further explanation from me. What needs reminding everyone is that just producing these scrolls took hundreds of high-level mages one month's time; if this fails, the Kingdom's warriors will have to launch a forced attack under conditions of insufficient spell replenishment."

All seven Red Robe Mages were above Level 6; the four Level 5 Great Mages mainly provided necessary support. Eleven people gave a low response.

Timothy raised his magic staff, his expression solemn.

Although the number of people on this trip was not large, they were the backbone force of the Kingdom; in order to form the strongest possible military force with as few people as possible, the Saint Qiao Kingdom's treasury was almost emptied. Just as he had said before, Holy Qiao had no way to retreat.

Timothy held up a Level 9 scroll "True Name Summoning" with his left hand, and began chanting slowly and accurately.

The other mages sat in a circle, also taking scrolls as the core, and began preparing high-damage attack magic.

Two minutes later, the first True Name Element, "Fire," was summoned out.

The fiery red flames were nearly white; on a body more than three meters high hung what looked like solid armor. Due to the "True Name" property of Level 9 magic, its chest bore a Fire Mark representing "Fire." This mark, on the raging fire element, appeared even more lively, burning even more intensely.

The massive elemental fluctuations caused the Allied Forces' main camp to become noisy; the officers' shouts, the mounts' neighs, gathered into huge sound waves, spreading around in a terrifying manner.

Red Robe Mage Sand released the crystal ball at the same time, saying: "Begin the attack."

The mages immediately began chanting the final segment of the incantation.

The magic, long prepared, relying on the scroll's speed bonus, flew swiftly toward the enemy camp.

Towering flames, accompanied by thick smoke, instantly enveloped the Allied Forces' front camp.

"Second time." Sand commanded again.

At most two minutes, another row of flames rose.

The enemy army's infantry assembly was thus declared over.

Although some cavalry with excellent magic resistance and their mounts could still fight, the magic's huge impact, the burns from the raging flames, and the constantly consumed oxygen made organized cavalry charges completely impossible.

Half of the Kingdom's mages began using magic to extinguish fires, while the relatively higher-level Principality mages hurriedly took off, hovering at altitude, not daring to come down easily.

Sand thought: If it weren't for the scrolls, the magic just now would take at least thirty minutes to prepare; no wonder the previous generation of mages advocated high-power spells, while current mages always develop toward miniaturization.

Sufficient scroll materials made the mages' tactics completely different.

Another huge True Name Element was summoned; this time, it was a blue giant dolphin representing Water, waving its short tail, with a "Water Mark" facing somewhat coldly above it.

The Level 7 Red Robe Mage Joyla, stationed with the Allied Forces, trembled in the air.

He was one who had stepped into the ranks of Great Mages, and could naturally distinguish the difference between Level 9 magic "True Name Summoning" and Level 3 magic element summoning.

Don't look at them all being three-meter-tall great element spirits; Level 9 ones are absolute perverts.

Joyla had only seen such things in mage records before; now witnessing it with his own eyes, besides slight fear, he was actually somewhat delighted, wanting the other side to summon the final True Name Summoning so he could take a look.

Of course, he couldn't really do that.

After considering for several tens of seconds, Joyla commanded: "I suggest the generals withdraw; what's coming is a Great Mage."

"Tenth-level Great Mage Timothy?" The gathered mages were each surprised like rabbits seeing a tiger eat a wolf.

There are only four Great Mages on the entire continent; their terrifying coefficient can be imagined.

His deputy hurriedly flew down to persuade the generals to withdraw from the important main camp, and still had to spend some effort talking.

Joyla wasn't too worried; he thought for a moment, then said: "Raise the banners, order all Red Robes and Great Mages to gather here; the cavalry should continue charging, making sure to constantly consume the opponent's magic; the number doesn't need to be large, just over a hundred each time."

The orders were transmitted instantly; the communication channel between mages was still relatively smooth.

Seeing the people around him panicked and uneasy, Joyla laughed and said: "You don't need to worry; although Timothy himself has come, as long as we respond properly, the losses caused will be at most around ten thousand people; if we're lucky, capturing Timothy will allow Saint Qiao Kingdom to be pacified in one go, and the war will end. Even killing two or three of their Red Robes would change the battle situation; this is an opportunity for us."

After speaking, he snorted and said: "If a Great Mage could end a war, who would dare attack Saint Qiao Kingdom."

Joyla forgot that one thousand years ago, no country on the continent dared attack Saint Qiao Kingdom.

A mage stammered: "Ti... mothy, is, is releasing True... True Name Spell."

True Name Spell is the general term for spells above Level 8. That means the summoned elements possess True Name properties, usually referring to the crystallization of pure Magic Net source power, which ordinary magic cannot defend against.

Joyla snorted and said: "It's a Level 9 True Name Summoning; I don't know what he's summoning, but..."

He said confidently: "Even if he is a Great Mage, to complete a True Name Summoning, he needs at least one or two hours (Note 1: Translator, time unified); we just happen to be able to hold him up."

In a moment, six Red Robe Mages and more than ten Great Mages came to Joyla's vicinity.

The higher-level mages all had similar judgments, each one greatly invigorated.

Someone shouted directly: "Holy Qiao can't hold on; this is their last struggle."

Still that stammering mage, he asked with difficulty: "Air element... element summoned, will... will it be okay if it comes?"

"I really don't know how you became a mage." A thick-built mage, three times wider than others, said anxiously: "When you chant, don't you stumble?"

"Chan... chanting, no, no." The more anxious, the more that mage stammered.

But Joyla's head swelled: "What air element?"

He took out an alchemy product he made himself, a Thousand Mile Mirror, and looked carefully into the distance.

It was indeed an air element, a transparent white body; if not observed carefully, it was actually hidden under the fluctuations of the other two element creatures.

Joyla's expression eased slightly as he looked at the stammering Great Mage, but his mood was not good now.

"Could it not be True Name Summoning?" He thought with extreme suspicion; it had been less than ten minutes, how could a third element be summoned? That would mean the entire Level 9 spell only took thirty minutes?"

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility and immediately released a Detection Spell.

This was a Level 4 Detection Spell, able to see detailed Magic Net communication conditions; and the answer received was exactly what Joyla least wanted.

After ten seconds of making up her mind, Joyla said coldly, "It's a Level 9 Scroll."

A sound of sharp intakes of breath.

No one would doubt his judgment, and no one would like such a judgment.

"What do we do?"

"Withdraw the entire army." Joyla looked at the camp below and said, "There are still twenty minutes. Take away what can be taken, evacuate the wounded first. Wasting one of their scrolls is worth it."

Actually it definitely wasn't worth it, but the Level 9 Scrolls of the various kingdoms were limited, all obtained and preserved through hundreds or even thousands of years of fortuitous encounters and coincidences. During the war, using one meant one less, and in terms of scarcity, they were more precious than grain and other war supplies.

Without Chen Yi, Timothy would have at most three Level 9 Scrolls, the most among the surrounding countries.

The Red Robes no longer hesitated, leaving one after another, and forcing the generals to leave as well.

Sand had been watching the enemy army's main camp opposite, and seeing the magic fluctuations growing smaller, his nervous expression increased.

He said half in admiration and half in teasing, "The Allied Forces will surely regret today's decision."

Timothy said nothing, and completed the summoning of the Earth Element with peace of mind.

Four True Name Elements stood on the left and right, looking quite serious. They boredly sought targets, not knowing where the opponent was.

A circle of bright marks appeared on the ground. Four foci happened to sit on the four True Name Elements.

As Timothy's chanting accelerated, the bright marks on the ground shot straight into the sky.

The True Name Marks of the four True Name Elements became increasingly lively.

The mages by his side all stopped their attack spells.

And in the distance, Joyla, who was withdrawing, instead felt relieved.

As long as it was a real Level 9 Scroll.

Giving up a main camp because of a Level 9 Magic Scroll was no loss no matter how you said it. With the wealth of the Saipoga Duchy, they only had one Level 9 Scroll left, and how could they bear to use it in an invasion war—that was the kingdom's last line of defense.

A Fire Dragon shot into the sky, and swallowed the four True Name Elements inside the mark cleanly.

And its body, over ten meters long, kept swelling because of this.

1000 meters.

2000 meters.

5000 meters.

10000 meters.

Without any movement, just by the length of its body, the Fire Dragon's head had already come above the Allied Forces' main camp.

A breath two thousand meters long turned the center of the wooden camp into scorched earth in an instant.

The Fire Dragon took another deep breath.

Under the high temperature, inert gases that should not have burned began to undergo abnormal changes.

After tens of seconds, the second breath produced even greater destructive power.

All magical defenses of the camp lost their effect.

Watching this scene, Joyla pretended to be calm and said to the other Red Robes, "Summon the Fire Dragon, the time is around twenty minutes. Prepare to depart. Our losses must be repaid by them with blood. I want to use the heads of Great Mages to make magic containers."

He would never have thought that this was the Allied Forces' loss with the smallest casualties.

Early the next morning, the Allied Forces' western rear camp was attacked by the Level 9 Spell "True Name Summoning - Earth Dragon." Thirty thousand soldiers who did not evacuate in time were wiped out, and three mages died on the spot.

The Earth Dragon, over thirty thousand meters in body length, completely changed the appearance of the western camp, making it look like an earthen river channel with thousands of gullies and ravines.

Actually, various metal elements within hundreds of kilometers around were condensed by the solid Magic Net power. The Earth Dragon actually buried the camp with various impure alloys.

At noon on the fourth day, Kalon, the eastern heavy town of the Allied Forces, was attacked by the Level 9 Spell "True Name Summoning - Wind Dragon." All buildings including the city walls were lifted into the sky, then like meteorites destroyed more than half of the port ships. The Allied Forces' transport fleet was left with only sixty percent of its transport capacity.

By this point, even generals who did not understand magic understood that Timothy had at least one more Level 9 Scroll, and it was the changeable "Water Dragon." Because under the premise of being able to make scrolls of three elemental systems, the average cost of making a four-element scroll was lower.

What made the generals even more fearful was that Kalon was the defensive gateway of Sapoga City.

Allied Forces Commander Prince Hughes sent a formal letter to Joyla in a tone of inquiry, asking for a solution.

Such a face-saving way was extremely rare in the hundreds of years of history of the Saipoga Duchy, and also showed the generals' nervous emotions.

In their view, things seemed to have reached a point where they no longer needed to care about the mages' face.

In their view, once the country fell and the race perished, those guys with mage identities could pat their butts and go to other countries to be court mages, but they themselves could not go be wandering knights.

They didn't know that actually Joyla's fear was even greater.

He understood the meaning of four Level 9 Scrolls better than anyone. That represented that the remaining scraps could make three or four Level 8 Scrolls.

As a seventh-level top-tier mage, he had no confidence that he could escape from a tenth-level mage who had four Level 8 Scrolls.

Even if they killed Timothy by surrounding him, if the latter was willing, he could still kill himself before dying.

Joyla's mood was truly a mess.

A letter, like a twitching feather, twisted and flew in through the window crack.

This was a communication method often used by mages. They did not need to know the other party's position. As long as they were familiar with their special fluctuations in the Magic Net, they could use the flow of the Magic Net to directly deliver letters.

This method was invented by a tenth-level Great Mage many years ago and was widely used among high-level mages on the Da Lu Shang Shang.

If low-level mages wanted to use it, there were many obstacles. The primary problem was insufficient Magic Net energy.

Joyla grabbed it and tore it open angrily, while saying, "I want to see who still dares to urge me."

Those who could deliver letters to mages were all Red Robes and above.

But the moment he saw the handwriting, he instantly calmed down.

Calm to a terrifying degree.

The letter contained only two lines: Five Level 4 Skill Copy Scrolls, otherwise Sapoga City will be destroyed. Timothy respectfully presents.

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