Chapter 297 Rain of Fire
The battle still raged on, and the favor was clearly on Prince Paul's side. The king's army kept dwindling in numbers and was now about to be cut in half. If this kept going on, the king would undoubtedly lose the war. However, in spite of the army's impending demise, the losing side did not seem to think about the result and, rather, was confident they would bring home the victory. They still had some cards under their sleeves that had yet to unfold. Three kilometers above the intense battlefield, just the distance most of the radars could barely reach, two figures suddenly appeared in thin air. One was a young man with spiky red hair in a green robe, and the other was a petite, brunette young woman equipped with light clothing. Instead of falling to the surface, the two hovered from where they appeared. Upon closer look, one could see that they were using the Spacetime Magic spell, Level 1: Foothold, to secure their feet still in the air. Apparently, those two were members of the king's Twelve Paladins, the kingdom's secret unit. Peering from above, Furzen, also known as the Red Demon, a Level 400 mage, and Klein, the Flash, a talented ranger and skilled Spacetime Magic user, were teamed up for an aerial attack. Furzen stretched his arms out and opened his palm below. In response, a large, ten-meter-wide pale-red magic circle suddenly appeared a few meters below the two, with the caster as its center. As he was casting the spell, Klein served as the lookout and watched out for any interference, but it seemed nonexistent. Furzen only took a very few seconds to fill the magic circle with my mana before he ultimately unleashed his powerful attack.
"You treacherous maggots, let my flames comfort you with their warmth. Pyrometeor." Upon reciting the name of the Level 7 Fire Magic spell, numerous foot-diameter spheres of flame were conjured from the magic circle. Unbeknownst to the soldiers on the surface, dozens to a hundred fireballs precipitated from the sky above, precisely scattering through the revolutionary side of the battlefield.
It was when the raining fireballs reached halfway that some of the soldiers on both sides noticed the spell. Even though they were not actually the targets, the royal army fled since they never knew if the flames were from an enemy or not. "Huh?"
As the fireballs were about to reach the two hundred-meter mark, something unseen interrupted the trajectories of the fireballs and completely blocked them from hitting anyone, rendering Furzen's powerful spell cancelled and dissipating it midair. "What the—?! Someone blocked all my flames at once?! It's covered at least an area of several kilometers! Are you kidding me?!" Furzen was furious by the unexpected event. "Klein! Find the one who dares interrupt my grand entrance! I'll burn them to death!" "Angry today, aren't we?" Slamming her palm on her forehead, Klein let out a sigh. "But this one is quite powerful enough to stop your most powerful attack; better get rid of them immediately." Still stationary in the air and as the cold winds billowed their hair, Klein activated her Extra Skill: Telescopic Eye and began tracking down the intercepter. Due to the vastness of the battlefield, her thinking process geared up so fast that her eyes started flickering like they were having convulsions. "Found him," she muttered under her breath.
After a second of scanning the whole battlefield, she finally found out who she suspected to be responsible for the interception. There was a young man who had been staring in their direction with folded arms. Upon inspecting the young man, there were actually another two beside him doing the same. However, the camp was surrounded by a barrier that prevented anyone from outside from gathering intelligence. Normally, she could manage to breach the barriers and slip through them, but that was a quite powerful barrier, so she could not gather information about them since the war started. But for some mysterious reason, the barrier suddenly dropped, as if they were disrobing themselves bare-naked. Klein was genuinely confused about what just happened or how, but she saw that as her opportunity, so she did not waste any second and quickly took their data through her Appraisal skill. "?!" "Hm? What's wrong, Klein?" The moment she took a peek at their stats, the results instantly gave her chills in the spine. She was so terrified that she could not utter a single word. No word could simply describe what she just discovered. "Hey, Klein! Say something!" (T-those three are the Raevenders! That woman is actually the legendary Sword Saint with over 1400 levels! That girl is around 900 and that boy is over Level 1500! What are we really going up against?!)
Before him, Furzen saw Klein shaking and sweating like a whore in a church. Klein was indeed frightened, and it was a miracle that she was able to barely maintain the Footholds that the two were stepping on to hover midair. (What should we do? They are a lot more powerful than the Paladins combined! This is the end!)
Frozen in fear, Klein kept staring at the young man. Until suddenly, the young man sent her a sharp glare, and a psychologically painful sting hit her mind. She could not bear the pain of his dreadful gaze, and she immediately lost consciousness, canceling all the Footholds she had cast.
"Klein...?" Klein, wake up! We are falling!" Naturally, both Furzen and Klein began falling for the sky as soon as the Footholds dissipated. Falling from a three thousand-meter drop, the fate of the two would be truly unsettling.
"Kleinnn!!! Please wake up!!! I don't want to die!!!" In spite of how much Furzen desperately screamed at the passed-out Klein, she would never wake up. They kept falling for more than twenty seconds, and their falling velocity exceeded 800 kph, until...
Splat!
They ultimately hit the surface and instantly lost their lives in a tragic end. ◆◇◆
"Woah. That was harsh and gruesome, Raphael. Was it necessary to kill them? You really did do mercy, don't you?" "Well, we are on the battlefield, so such atrocities are typically expected to occur."
At Prince Paul's camp, Raphael and Louise Raevender were discussing the deaths of two of the Paladins as they were looking in the direction where their bodies fell, which was actually the work of Raphael's Dread Fascination of the Unique Skill: Fear Incarnation. However, those two were not the only ones who wanted to turn the tables. Simultaneously, the members of the currently ten Paladins, which were now eight after the deaths of those two, were fighting through the battlefield. Each of them was uniquely powerful and possessed various sets of abilities. Michael, Lucy, Uriel, Rick, and Gex and Dane, the former Paladins, were dispersed throughout the field in order to confront them at once. "The others could possibly fight the remaining Paladins. If we fight one on one, Louise and I will be entering the battlefield soon." Leaning closer toward her son, Mylene said. "Are you sure you don't have to join in, Raphael?" "Actually, I have a feeling that they are planning on something, so I can't go with you now, sorry," Raphael replied. "You can join them, Mother, Big Sis. I will stay here and observe." "I believe in you, Raphael. If you feel something is wrong, something is definitely wrong. So watch me and your sister fight, okay?" "Sure, Mother, have fun." From that moment on, the Sword Saint and her daughter leaped into motion.
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