NOVEL WEB Chapter 1115: Bane of Necromancers
In the mountain range north of Ravenfell, the battle that took place between the Mana Core Magi was so devastating that it permanently changed the topography of that region.
Dozens of snowy peaks had been reduced to rubble, wrecked in the aftermath of countless Rank 4 Spells. As for the ground… they were engulfed in black flames.
Balthazar's fire magic was extremely potent and dangerous. His flames were significantly more lethal than ordinary fire, and once unleashed, they would burn relentlessly for days, even months, unless he willed them to die down. As a result, the ground had turned into a fiery, never-ending inferno.
The Magi and the undead knights of the cult, realizing the immense danger posed by those black flames, steered clear of them, ensuring their battle took place mostly in the skies above.
It had to be reiterated… Balthazar truly was the bane of necromancers and their undead creatures!
Three Mana Core Magi and two Rank 4 undead knights from the Cult had already been slain, and yet the Acadian Magi still found themselves on the back foot.
In fact, if anything, the cultists now became even more ferocious after losing some of their men. Perhaps, they, too, had realized just how dire the situation had become. Considering that Nylian had arrived out of nowhere, they couldn't help but wonder… were there more coming?
On the side of Acadia stood the Emeperor Emeritus, Nylian Feno, and Blackfire Balthazar. Whereas on the Cult's side stood Axar, Ramsey, Cassius, and six undead knights.
They were outnumbered three to one.
Balthazar had an extremely solemn look on his face as he faced the enemies. He and Nylian were tasked with dealing damage to the enemies while Gerald contained them.
However, the Emperor Emeritus was weakening with each passing second, and it was unknown how long he would truly last.
The man was almost at the end of his lifespan, after all. He was at an age where it shouldn't even have been possible for him to move around all that much, yet here he was… fighting powerful necromancers and their undead knights.
Balthazar weaved a complex set of hand seals, then swiped his hands down as if summoning something. The following moment, a waterfall of black fire descended from the skies, blocking the enemies who were about to attack.
It formed a sort of curtain around the three Acadian Magi, bringing a few moments of respite for them. Balthazar turned to Gerald, who looked extremely pale and weakened, and couldn't help but ask in a solemn voice:
"Old Man Acadia, how are you holding up?"
Gerald turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood, his pale face drained of any color. "Stop worrying about me, brat," he said in a flat tone. "Have you found a way to separate these cultists from their undead?"
Balthazar deeply looked at the elderly man, then turned towards the fiery waterfall, his gaze seemingly penetrating through the scorching element and settling on the enemies on the other side.
"It's become even harder to separate them now. I think they've realized what we're trying to do," he muttered solemnly.
"Of course they have." Gerald scoffed.
He then turned to the elf with the ash-blonde hair that shimmered silver beneath the pale glow of the twin moons. Wearing black robes, he looked immaculate, like a celestial descending to the lower plains.
"What about you, Nylian?" asked the elderly Magus. He knew that the elf was Marcus's disciple, and as such, he had great expectations from him.
The Mana Core elf remained silent for a moment, his silver eyes gleaming with a peculiar light. Then, he answered succinctly:
"Yes."
He then turned to Gerald and Balthazar, and spoke matter-of-factly, "The only way for us to separate the two is by killing the necromancers. With the death of their summoners, the connection between them will be severed, and the undead will go into a period of confusion and restlessness. When that happens, the undead knights will become easy to deal with."
Balthazar couldn't help but scoff at that statement. "You say it like it's so easy. Did killing one get to your head, elf?"
Nylian's eyes narrowed. "This is the only way," he muttered coldly. "Or do you have another plan?"
Before the two of them could get into an argument, at that moment, something changed drastically.
All three of them suddenly received a startling message through Mind Whisper. Then, without even casting each other a glance, they made their moves. They all knew what they had to do.
Help had arrived, and help was invisible. And with it came the perfect chance to kill the enemy—or, at least, one of them.
Balthazar remained standing behind the flaming waterfall, weaving yet another elaborate and complex set of handseals. At the same time, a drop of sweat trickled down the side of his forehead as he thought to himself:
That gnome and his mutt already took care of one Mana Core Magus and two Rank 4 undead knights? Just what kind of monster has Old Man Acadia raised?
And to think the gnome's disciple is an even bigger monster…
Once this battle was over, Balthazar could very well see Adam being adopted by the Acadian Royal Family. If not, he would definitely be granted a very prestigious title by the Empire.
After all, even letting his monstrous battle prowess aside… he was the grand-disciple of the Emepror Emeritus!
Pushing these thoughts aside, he finally completed the physical component of the spell. With the flaming waterfall serving as the material component, he weaved the model component.
A brilliant magic circle flared to life in front of his palms, glowing with resplendent light. Following that, the flaming waterfall twisted and churned, then erupted forward in a massive horizontal pillar, instantly splitting the enemies on the other side into two groups.
Axar, Ramsey, and three undead knights veered sharply to the right, fearfully avoiding the gigantic wall of black flames. Meanwhile, Cassius and the other three undead knights were forced to shift to the left.
Balthazar's eyes blazed with a murderous light as he weaved another seal, ensuring the wall of black flames remained activated for a few more moments. As his mana reserves swiftly drained, he transformed into a streak of black fire and flew to the left.
Meanwhile, Gerald and Nylian flew to the right of the flaming wall, engaging in brutal melee with Axar, Ramsey, and the three undead knights. Spells of darkness and poison streaked through the air, only to be met by a tempest of blades and ancient chains. Their battle was so fierce that the mountain beneath them collapsed in an instant.
To the left of the flaming walls, Berger suddenly appeared in the middle of the enemy formation like a ghost, taking Cassius by surprise. With a simple yet very effective Spectral Palm Strike, he managed to separate the cultist from the rest of the undead, hurling him to the ground.
Immediately after, he trapped the three Rank 4 undead knights inside an illusion, freezing them in place for a few precious seconds. But that was all the time that was needed.
Blackie then dissolved into a tenebrous fog, materializing right beside the cultist as dozens of dark tendrils lashed out, viciously pinning Cassius to the ground.
And right at that moment, Blackfire Balthazar finally arrived.
On his hand floated a giant Fireball blazing with black flames. Cassius felt blaring warning bells ring inside his mind.
The three undead knights lay incapacitated by Berger, while Cassius's body was bound tightly by the mysterious dark tendrils.
There was nothing he could do, except helplessly stare upwards as the colossal sphere of black fire descended upon him.
And then, only two cultists remained…