Chapter 685: Renowned and Mighty

The fierce battle lasted two or three minutes before it subsided.

Aiken looked at the corpses strewn everywhere; at least one hundred twenty Abyss Knights had fallen to those three Mirror Images, including two Legendary High-rank, all Abyss Eternal Chosen.

Under the Crown of Dominion, his complexion turned extremely grim.

The surrounding Abyss Knights sensed the Eternal Chosen suppressing his fury, like a volcano ready to erupt, and all trembled, daring not to approach.

"Godewin!" Aiken shouted.

A middle‑aged man in a black magical robe hurried forward, carefully replying, "Lord."

"Do you know who he is?" Aiken asked Godewin in a low voice.

Godewin was not a Nethif, but a human from the Old Continent; a decade ago he was captured by a Nethif tribe, and to survive he voluntarily turned to the Abyss, becoming a black Wizard. Later, thanks to his familiarity with the Old Continent's nations, he possessed Legendary Mid-stage power, caught Aiken's eye, and was kept at his side.

Hearing the Eternal Chosen's question, Godewin dared not delay.

He strained to recall, then shook his head, "Lord, this is also my first time seeing this person." Then, fearing Aiken's displeasure, he quickly analyzed, "From my observation, he should be a battle Wizard."

"Battle Wizard?"

Aiken's voice carried a hint of surprise.

He was born on the New Continent; although half of his blood was Oriense, he had never been to the Empire. He had heard the Empire had a kind of battle Wizard, but knew little about it and had never seen one.

In his mind, Wizards were all poor at melee, and this person hardly resembled a Wizard at all.

That formidable power—his swung war hammer even made himself a bit wary.

And an incredibly resilient body…

Aiken recalled it with puzzlement; he had never seen such an Element, at least a Legendary Element. When the regicide sword cut the opponent, the resistance felt incomprehensibly huge, the damage was heavily cut, and it recovered in the blink of an eye.

And those Mirror Images!

This might be the only wizard‑like aspect of the opponent, yet it defied normal logic.

Each Mirror Image was as hard to deal with as the original; unless its strength was clearly weaker and he saw it summoned, Aiken almost mistook each for a True Person.

In fact, those Mirror Images were scarier than the True Persons of other foes.

My Abyss Knights were slaughtered outright by the three Mirror Images; had I not arrived in time, even a quarter‑hour later, the troops I brought out this time would have been completely wiped out.

So this is a battle Wizard?

"Yes, Lord!" Godewin nodded, "Battle Wizards are rare even in the Oriense Empire; a Battle Wizard of such strength cannot be nameless. Sir, grant me half a month, and I will uncover his identity."

Aiken was silent for a few seconds, "Very well. I heard a human called 'Lei En'; that might be a useful clue…"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly vanished.

The Hell three‑headed dragon was still besieged by five Mirror Images; the Saint Rank dragon wouldn't be in immediate mortal danger, but arriving late could cause severe injury.

Godewin watched the spot where the Eternal Chosen had left, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lei En…"

He whispered the name; he had never heard it before.

He had been away from the Empire for over a decade; though under the Eternal Chosen's directive, he had placed covert agents in key human strongholds on the New Continent and built an intelligence network, primarily to monitor enemy movements and whether to act against the Nethif.

Occasionally he gathered information on human realms, but paid little attention, and the timeliness was poor.

Hundreds of li away.

Lei En stepped out of a void spirit gate, sensed that all his Mirror Images had been slain, and his face showed no hint of emotion.

The Hell three‑headed dragon, after all, is a Saint Rank ancient dragon; it can be heavily wounded but not easily killed.

A Mirror Image killing over a hundred Abyss Knights was already enough of a feat.

He confirmed Aiken hadn't followed, then activated castling, swapping positions with Reslin. The black‑robed Reslin returned to the New Continent, waited silently, and when the real Mirror Image had only minutes left, swapped positions again.

The Ten‑Ring True Mirror Image technique can exchange places with the original at any time.

A valley in the Rokkis Mountains.

Asina, Yizite and the other two group‑teleported here, expecting an immediate next teleport, but saw Reslin halt.

Just as they were about to speak, Reslin before them flickered imperceptibly.

If they hadn't been so close and constantly watching, they wouldn't have noticed Reslin change in an instant, swapping for another identical person.

Asina realized, this was Reslin's original body returning.

"Reslin?"

"Hmm," Reslin nodded lightly, "We should be safe now." Then gave Asina a look, indicating that Lei En was also fine.

Asina's lingering worry finally eased.

The teammates noticed the exchange of glances, filled with countless questions, but seeing Reslin begin a spell, they could only hold back.

Again and again they used group teleportation, and the party swiftly crossed the Rokkis Mountains, moving away from the New Continent's interior toward the western coast.

At dusk, the high walls of Albert Bay were already in distant view.

The final teleport landed directly inside the city, precisely in Yizite's courtyard. Seeing the familiar home setting, the dark elf completely relaxed and opened the door to enter.

"Finally back!"

Beilake plopped onto the ground, legs splayed absurdly, even his soul‑spear tossed aside.

Daoensosi, his face weary, sat in a chair, leaning his war‑hammer against the table.

He gave a wry smile, "I've never in my life faced such a perilous ordeal; Mother Earth protected me and brought me back safely."

Slaying the Baro Flame Demon, destroying the Abyssal Gate, then encountering the Eternal Chosen and escaping successfully…

Any one of those three deeds would be a brilliant achievement.

Yet it happened next.

"Me too," Beilake shouted, "Sun, this is so thrilling!"

Yizite wore a face of both relief and lingering fear; it completely exceeded his plans. Even Asina, who longed for adventure, still had lingering dread in her eyes.

She loved traveling and adventure, but not courting death.

Only Reslin remained calm and composed, his complexion unchanged, with no signs of a fierce battle on his body, looking nothing like someone who had just escaped with his life from the Eternal Chosen's minions, as if he had merely taken a stroll in the countryside and returned.

Except for Axi Na, the three teammates all fixed their gazes on Reslin.

They were too curious.

Reslin felt helpless; the situation had been critical moments ago, and to protect everyone's safety he had to let his true form appear to stop Aiken. In her haste, Axi Na shouted Lei En's name, and even if she tried not to say it, she couldn't hide it afterward.

He said, "Ask whatever you want to ask."

"Who is that person?"

The dark elf immediately pressed, as this was also the question the other two were most eager to know.

"He is my teacher," Reslin replied.

"Teacher?" Yizite said, slightly surprised.

He only knew that Reslin and Axi Na came from the Oriense Empire, their identities were highly mysterious, and with Reslin's unfathomable magical power already at the Legendary Peak, the only one qualified to be Reslin's teacher was probably a Holy Soul Wizard.

But the one just now didn't look like a wizard, let alone a Holy Soul Wizard!

Dao En Sosa shared the same doubt; he had long been on the New Continent, but was familiar with the image of the Supreme Council's Holy Soul Wizards, and asked curiously, "Which one is your teacher?"

"Ryan Augustus," Reslin said calmly, stating the name.

"It's him!" the barbarian priest gasped, springing to his feet, "Reslin, you are a student of the Earl of Glamorgan!"

In fact, he had already suspected earlier, because Axi Na had called out "Lei En," but he couldn't be certain.

His face lit up with sudden realization.

Dao En Sosa exclaimed loudly, "So it's the Earl of Glamorgan; no wonder he wields such overwhelming power, able to clash head‑on with the Eternal Chosen!"

Yizite and Belak looked rather bewildered.

They had heard the name Lei En mentioned a few times on the New Continent, but since they were not from the Empire they hadn't paid much attention, only catching fragments and forming no strong impression. The dark elf, having devoted years to hunting schemes, knew even less.

"Um…" Belak's face was full of curiosity, "Dao En Sosa, it seems this Earl of Glamorgan is very famous?"

"More than just famous!"

Dao En Sosa laughed, "That's because you've been on the New Continent, separated by the Wu Jin Zhi Hai, so you know little. Now that you're in the Empire, who doesn't know the Earl of Glamorgan?"

"Lord Lei En is one of the Empire's three greats, a student of Holy Soul Wizard Anxiwodasi. He is the youngest councilor of Weizelan's Fu Kong Cheng, also the youngest Legendary Wizard, and the consort of the Kangjiatuo dragon‑born queen. He was ennobled as the Duke of Augustus, and he also bears a most illustrious title…"

At that point, the barbarian priest paused, then said solemnly, "The foremost under the Holy Soul!"

Both Yizite and the other were dumbfounded.

"So powerful?"

"Of course." Dao En Sosa smiled, "This isn't a self‑bestowed title by Lord Lei En; it's earned from his battle record, which you have seen with your own eyes."

The two nodded lightly, without any doubt.

Even against the terrifying Eternal Chosen, Lord Lei En could still withstand it without the Holy Soul and escape safely, proving that the reputation of the foremost under the Holy Soul contains not a iota of exaggeration.

Had it not been Lei En, they would have died.

Dao En Sosa harbored a question: as far as he knew, the Earl of Glamorgan was only twenty‑five this year, yet possessed power far beyond his age. Reslin, being Lei En's student, was also incredibly strong, seemingly not far behind his master!

He had always thought Reslin merely looked young, when in fact he was a centuries‑old veteran.

Now it seemed Reslin was indeed quite young.

Moreover, the dialogue between Reslin and Axi Na during the recent battle didn't resemble a teacher‑student dynamic; the forms of address were off, and their demeanor didn't match such a relationship.

How did the Earl of Glamorgan suddenly appear on the New Continent?

Dao En Sosa gave the silent Reslin a deep look and tentatively asked, "Reslin, may we have the honor of thanking Lord Lei En in person?"

Couldn't write it yesterday, bowed in apology, owe three chapters.

There will be an update tonight.

(End of chapter)