Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Chapter 862: Chapter 773: Audric Felled (2)

The speed of the light pillar was too fast, so fast that he couldn’t react at all.

The scope of the light pillar was also very large, so large that the entire ancient battlefield was under its cover.

And now, this vertical pupil opened again, larger, brighter, and more terrifying than before.

Its brilliance covered the entire ancient battlefield, no, the entire tomb, the entire third layer, possibly the entire Broken Land.

No place to escape.

Duke could feel that the locking of the vertical pupil had covered all possible escape routes.

No matter where he hid, whether he turned into sand, water, light, or darkness, he couldn’t escape the gaze of that eye.

This was not a lock of spiritual power, not a tracking of energy, but something higher, an absolute lock.

This strike, he couldn’t evade.

No wonder Adrian was so easily sent away at that time, now being locked by this Dragon’s vertical pupil, he could feel that almost desperate sensation.

Just then, something deep in the Spiritual Sea moved.

His consciousness dove deep into the soul.

The ancient bronze bell quietly hovered there, its surface an ancient bronze hue, engraved with obscure and intricate patterns.

On the face of the clock, twelve evenly distributed dim scales and a thin pointer were present, the pointer resting motionless at the topmost position.

Duke stared at the pointer; he couldn’t actively awaken it, the Destiny Bell could only automatically respond under specific circumstances, in moments of life or death, when fate intertwined, it moved.

The thin pointer jumped from the topmost position, leaping over two scales, then three, finally stopping abruptly at the first scale.

The pointer resting at the exact center of the first scale, dark golden light burst forth from the clock’s body, flowing downward like molten metal, like streaming sunlight.

The scales shrouded by mist became clear in an instant, a torrent of information surged into Duke’s consciousness, not words, not language, but a more direct, instinctive understanding.

Eternal Barrier.

At the moment of total annihilation, granting absolute protection.

Duke opened his eyes, raised his right hand, spreading his fingers, his palm aimed at the sky.

A wall emerged in front of him, neither rock, nor metal, nor light, nor darkness.

It was neither gold nor stone, neither light nor dark, but a substance Duke had never seen before.

Like solidified time, or a manifestation of space.

The surface of the wall coursing with dark golden patterns, patterns lacking regularity or direction, like a rule transcending human cognition slowly circulating.

It wasn’t tall, thick, or wide, simply suspended quietly in front of Duke, like an ordinary shield.

Yet its aura was ancient, mysterious, profound, making Duke himself feel bafflingly enigmatic.

He didn’t understand what this wall was, didn’t understand why it appeared, didn’t understand why it could block the gaze of that vertical pupil.

But he could feel it wouldn’t fail.

The vertical pupil in the sky opened fully.

The whole sky was occupied by that eye, golden light pouring down from the firmament, dyeing the ancient battlefield into a sea of golden yellow.

Deep in the pupil of the vertical eye, countless golden light spots gathered into a massive light ball, ever brightening, ever more dazzling, like a second sun falling from the sky.

Audric’s voice came from above the clouds, hoarse, weary, but carrying a last ounce of pride: "Duke—It’s over!"

The light pillar descended.

The golden light pillar was more robust, more intense, more terrifying than the one that had instantly taken out Adrian before.

It didn’t fall straight down but like a waterfall descending from the firmament, covering the entire ancient battlefield.

Where the light pillar passed, the air was torn, space distorted, the debris, bones, remnants on the ground were all swallowed by the light pillar, turned into void.

The light pillar struck the wall.

No explosion, no shockwave, no sound.

The golden light pillar collided with the dark golden wall, like a river merging with the sea, like flames fusing into the starry sky, silently absorbed, dissolved, obliterated by the wall.

The wall remained unmoved, the dark golden patterns on the wall flickered slightly under the impact of the light pillar, then returned to its usual calm.

The light pillar lasted for several breaths, then gradually thinned, dimmed, finally completely dissipating.

The enormous vertical pupil in the sky slowly closed, the golden flames on its edges flickered one last time, then extinguished.

The entire ancient battlefield fell into a gray-white silence again, only the deep trench plowed by the light pillar on the ground still emitting white smoke.

Duke stood still, the wall still floating in front of him, motionless.

His breathing was steady, complexion normal, even the corner of his garment wasn’t scorched.

He glanced down at the wall, silent for a moment, then lifted his head, looking up at the sky.

In Audric’s Dragon Eyes, disbelief was evident.

"Impossible... This can’t be..."

His voice emanated from the dragon’s mouth, hoarse, trembling, carrying a kind of unprecedented bewilderment.

He didn’t understand what the wall was, why it could block his ultimate attack.

Audric’s Dragon Eyes stared intently at the wall, at the ancient, mysterious patterns on the wall.

The aura of those patterns caused him deep dread, like a being from higher up the food chain overlooking him.

His bloodline trembled, the blood of the golden dragon that once made him high and mighty, unbeatable, now in front of the wall, like a child facing an ancient deity.

Audric didn’t know what it was, but his hand trembled, his dragon claw trembled, his entire heart was shaking.

It’s now.

Duke’s gaze suddenly sharpened, spiritual power surged towards the Giant Divine Soldier like a tide.

The three-hundred-meter-tall dark golden statue had been waiting, waiting for this moment when Audric’s mind faltered.

It surged from the edge of the battlefield, casting a fierce arc in the gray-white daylight.

Its speed was unbelievably fast, completely unlike the speed such a massive body should possess, like a dark gold lightning, tearing the air, cutting through the clouds, charging towards the golden giant dragon.

The statue’s arms raised high, the slender longsword in its hands drew a perfect arc.

The blade gathered all the Metallic Yellow Sand Duke infused, the dark golden light frantically swirling on the sword, the blade edge streaming with a silver-white cold light.

The strike wasn’t a slice, but a chop, from top left to bottom right, as if to cleave the heavens, as if to sever fate.

Audric saw the sword light. His Dragon Eyes contracted sharply, the shadow of death enveloped his entire consciousness.

He wanted to evade but his body was too large, his movements too slow, his bloodline power already exhausted, reaction unable to keep up with his will.

He could only do one thing, which was to dissolve the true form of his bloodline.

The dragon’s body began to collapse at the moment the sword light fell.

Scales peeled off, flesh dissipated, skeleton collapsed, the golden dragon coiled within the clouds shrank at a visible speed.

From a thousand meters to a hundred, from a hundred to ten, from ten to human form.

Audric’s figure fell from the disintegrating dragon form, his magic robe shattered, covered in blood, yet his gaze remained sharp, still focused on the sword light falling.

He dissolved the true form but his action was still slow.

The sword light struck, not on the dragon’s neck, but on Audric’s actual neck.

Blood erupted. Audric’s head didn’t fly off, but his neck’s left side was sliced open halfway by the sword light, from the ear to the collarbone, skin and flesh rolled back, blood spattered.

A deep cut was left on his vertebra.

His body rolled in the air, blood spurting from the wound, carving countless shocking arcs under the gray-white sunlight.

Audric fell to the ground, forming a shallow pit.

His body trembled, hand clutching his neck, blood gushed between his fingers incessantly.

His eyes wide open, pupils unfocused, lips moving like wanting to say something, but only guttural noises came from his throat.

Golden light emerged from his body, a protection mechanism of the examination hall, the light engulfed Audric’s body, turning his form transparent, then transported him out of the hall.