After all, if they let this old man escape, they would have committed a grave sin.
Hiding behind the manmade hill, when Linley saw the black-robed man leave, he felt a hint of surprised excitement. “Only one left. Killing him isn’t a problem at all. Only…I can’t let him make any noise.”
Linley narrowed his eyes, while beginning to quietly mouth the words to a magical spell. ‘Supersonic’.
…..
At this moment, Xartes was currently standing at his bedroom door, keeping a casual eye on his surroundings. In a mere prefectural city, Xartes, an expert of the ninth rank, still felt quite self-confident.
But suddenly, Xartes saw a black light flash in the corner of his eyes.
“What was that?” Xartes turned his head over to look.
An enormous bluish-black sword had suddenly appeared in his field of vision. The most terrifying thing was, this bluish-black sword seemed to be using all of the surrounding area to apply pressure and force on him, locking him into place!
Space itself had been totally locked!
Xartes wanted to cry out in alarm, but he couldn’t make a sound. In truth, even if he had managed to shout, the sound wouldn’t have managed to leak through that frozen space.
Xartes’ eyes were round and bulging. Suddenly, he slammed his palm, now glowing with radiant battle-qi, in the direction of the sword.
“Bam!”
When the enormous sword struck Xartes’ hand, Xartes felt as though he had suddenly slammed against a boundless, roiling flood. He wasn’t able to suppress it at all.
“Boom.” His hand and his arm disintegrated and liquefied, the bones in them shattering.
And then, not slowing down, the adamantine heavy sword struck Xartes on his chest. Xartes only felt his chest tremble, felt something break, and then…he felt nothing else.
In the blink of an eye. The opponent was killed.
He didn’t have a chance. After Dragonforming, Linley was a peak-stage combatant of the ninth rank, and had the adamantine heavy sword for his weapon. At the same time, he had reached the realm of understanding and mastering the power of ‘impose’. The two were on totally different levels.
“Hurry.” Linley gently pushed the door open. As he did, he immediately saw that skinny old man with long white hair and the long white eyebrows, seated cross-legged on the floor. Hearing Linley enter, the old man casually opened his eyes while saying, “Why have you come…”
But upon seeing Linley, the old man’s words immediately came to a halt.
Seeing Linley in full Dragonform, the old man stared at Linley. Lowering his voice, he said, “What plane of existence do you come from, Draconian?”
“Draconian?” Linley was startled.
Could it be that in other planes, there was a race called Draconians that looked similar to him?
“Why have you come here?” The old man said again in that quiet voice.
“To save you.”
Linley was wielding his adamantine heavy sword. “Hold your arms out straight. I will break your antimagic manacles.”
Although the old man was suspicious as to who Linley was, he still very obediently held his arms out. Staring at the pitch-black antimagic manacles, Linley chopped directly down with his adamantine heavy sword.
‘Wielding Something Heavy as Though it Were Light’ – Thunderbolt!
The adamantine heavy sword drifted down, as slowly and gracefully as a leaf, barely brushing against the center of the antimagic manacles. As it did, with a ‘crack’ sound, multiple cracks appeared in the antimagic manacles, and pieces of it even went flying to the edges of the room.
The old man only had to casually shake his hands, and the two halves of the already-destroyed manacles went flying in opposite directions.
“I didn’t ask you to save me, so I owe you nothing.” The emaciated, pale-faced old man stood there, staring at Linley coldly.
Linley glanced at him, but Linley’s dark gold pupils seemed to stir no fear in this old man at all.
“Do you have enmity with the Radiant Church?” Linley said quietly.
Both of them were speaking extremely quietly, and Lampson’s group in the two story building couldn’t hear their conversation at all.
“Enmity? I won’t stop until one of us is destroyed.” The old man said boldly.
“That’s all I need.” Linley said calmly. “Although I don’t know who you are, I must tell you…tonight, none of the Radiant Church’s men can be allowed to leave here alive. I don’t want to reveal myself to them.”
“Reveal yourself?” The old man was curious. “Which plane of existence do you come from, Draconian? Could it be that you are a Draconian from one of the Four Higher Planes? The Infernal Realm?”
Linley glanced at him. “No.”
The old man began to laugh evilly. “Then let me tell you who I am, first. My name is Zassler [Sai’si’le]. I am an Arch Magus, a necromancer of the ninth rank. Yourself?”
Linley was truly shocked.
As a magus, Linley knew very well that there were three types of magic which surpassed earth, fire, wind, water, lightning, light, and darkness style magic. Doehring Cowart had discussed this with him before as well.
These three forms of magic were the Oracular Magic which the Radiant Church was adept at, the Life Magic which was used by the legendary High Priest of the Yulan Empire, and the extremely rare Necromantic Magic.
All three of these types of magic were extremely rare in the Yulan continent.
When Linley realized that Holmer was ambushing him, because Holmer had used poison gas, Linley had asked him if he was a necromancer. If he had been…Linley probably wouldn’t have been able to bear killing him.
After all!
The Four Higher Planes had been created by the Four Overgods. These Overgods were, respectively, the Overgod of Fate, the Overgod of Life, the Overgod of Death, and the Overgod of Destruction.
The Overgod of Fate had passed down Oracular Magic.
The Overgod of Life had passed down Life Magic.
The Overgod of Death had passed down Necromantic Magic.
These three branches of magic were astonishingly powerful, precisely because they originally stemmed from the Four Overgods. As for the Overgod of Destruction, he hadn’t passed down any magic at all. The followers of the Overgod of Destruction held their own power and abilities in prime reverence.
For example, the War God O’Brien was a follower of the Overgod of Destruction.
“An Arch Magus necromancer?” Shock appeared on Linley’s face.
“And you?” The Arch Magus necromancer, Zassler, stared at Linley.
“Why should I tell you about myself? I didn’t ask you to tell me about yourself.” Linley said calmly. The Arch Magus necromancer was instantly stunned, not knowing what to say.
Right at this time, the black-robed man came back from the restroom.
“Bro, where the hell did you go?” Seeing that there was no one outside, the black robed man’s face immediately changed, as he shouted loudly in anger.
Their task of watching over this Arch Magus necromancer was an extremely critical one. How could he not be furious when he saw that his brother had just disappeared without a word?