"Such a poignant scene…"
Anseluk's figure emerged at the far end of the corridor, accompanied by a massive spirit guardian.
Glancing at Johnny and White Dove being swept toward the exit by the rushing current, Anseluk showed no intention of stopping them. After all, the mage blocking his path would never allow him to succeed.
If it weren't for the strange circumstances, this could almost be a reenactment of the Nordland battle…
"I believe you may be misunderstanding something…" Lynn turned around, his gaze piercing as he fixed his eyes on Anseluk at the end of the corridor. He extended his right hand, and a residue of white phosphorus on the surface of his storage pouch was extracted by the influence of [Mage's Hand].
The first step was to record…
Recalling Johnny's earlier explanation, Lynn instantly entered overload mode and cast a zero-tier spell—[Basic Material Deconstruction]!
The fine white phosphorus powder rapidly disintegrated, reverting to its fundamental molecular state…
Next, the spell would be mimicked!
A surge of magical energy flowed into his palm, and as if through cellular division, the white phosphorus suspended in his hand increased exponentially before erupting into a massive fireball.
Deconstructing and recording an element, then mimicking it with magic—this is the essence of how an official mage casts spells without materials!
Typically, recording and mastering an element could take weeks or even months, but with the immense computational power provided by the artificial intelligence, Lynn reduced this time to mere seconds.
A new rune was quickly engraved in his mind—[White Phosphorus—Fireball]!
Observing the fireball igniting in Lynn's hand, Anseluk halted his advance. Having witnessed the terrifying power of white phosphorus fire, he knew better than to underestimate it. He immediately cast the most potent protective divine spell—[Holy Barrier]!
An invisible shield formed like a sturdy wall before him, but the white phosphorus fire Lynn hurled bypassed it, striking the entrance behind.
An explosion erupted, and the entrance was soon enveloped in the fearsome white phosphorus flames.
Anseluk was momentarily stunned, and as he understood Lynn's intent, his expression turned grim.
Clearly, the mage before him was not simply trying to cover his companions' escape—by sealing off his own retreat, he intended to eliminate Anseluk right here!
"Excellent!" Realizing this, Anseluk's fury ignited. The colossal spirit guardian beside him charged forward with heavy, resounding steps.
The stone giant's massive form was exceedingly cumbersome, leaving distinct impressions on the shattered tiles with each step…
Standing before the spirit guardian, Lynn resembled a mantis attempting to halt the flow of traffic.
Yet Lynn remained calm, showing no inclination to evade, simply counting silently in his mind.
Three… two… one…
[Fossil to Mud]
As the spirit guardian charged and swung its fist, Lynn ducked, pressing his palm to the ground.
In an instant, the solid ground transformed into soft, sandy soil. The enormous statue lost its balance and tumbled directly into the turbulent water behind.
The enormous splash of water had not even settled before it crystallized into dozens of gleaming ice blades, racing away at an indescribable speed!
Taking advantage of the terrain, Lynn used a second-tier spell for the first time—[Group - Ice Blades]!
The shift from offense to defense occurred in a heartbeat. Anseluk, caught off guard, watched as the spirit guardian sank beneath the water while the swarm of ice blades collided with the [Holy Barrier].
How could a second-tier offensive spell overcome a third-tier defensive divine spell?
Lynn quickly provided the answer. Dozens of ice blades struck three specific points with remarkable precision. Ripples spread across the invisible barrier, accelerating with increasing speed, first creating a crack, which then swiftly expanded, causing the barrier to shatter…
This was the essence of piercing through layers!
Anseluk's face changed drastically, and he stumbled backward, raising his staff to cast a second third-tier spell—[Sacred Light]!
A dazzling wave of light, exuding a deathly aura, spread in a semi-circular arc ahead. Five minutes ago, Lynn had barely escaped from this very spell, but he was no longer the same as before.
[White Phosphorus—Demon's Hand!]
Lynn raised his hand, and the terrifying white phosphorus flames ignited once more, forming a towering ancient demonic hand that clashed with the blinding light wave.
This seemingly ordinary first-tier spell, in Lynn's hands, erupted with unimaginable power!
The scorching firelight surged skyward, causing the entire castle to tremble violently...
Amidst the white dust and fragments of stone and fire, Anseluk glimpsed something glittering in the air. Approaching, he realized it was a sword, and Lynn was now within striking distance.
Clang~
The sharp sword collided with the gilded staff, producing a sharp, jarring noise.
What is the best approach to deal with a priest wielding divine magic?
Certainly, it is close-quarters combat!
However, Lynn soon discovered that his experience from games and novels was ineffective this time, as Anseluk blocked his full-force strike with one hand on his staff…
Could this be the legendary close-combat priest?
Lynn's forehead was drenched in cold sweat as he ducked to avoid Anseluk's heavy strike.
Feeling the rush of air as the staff swished above his head, Lynn estimated the impact of the blow to be at least 1.5 tons.
This reminded Lynn of the witch hunter he had encountered before.
Are all the church's people freaking human dragons?
Fortunately, due to years of luxury, despite having taken divine grace potions, Anseluk's melee prowess was still lacking. Strength alone was not enough for combat!
After a few exchanges, Lynn quickly calculated the staff's trajectory and struck at a cunning angle, leaving a savage gash across Anseluk's chest…
Furious and alarmed, Anseluk, despite the close proximity, countered with a second-tier divine spell—[Holy Light Impact]!
Blinding white light surged forth, and both Lynn and Anseluk were propelled backward by the tremendous force.
Lynn, with a slightly weaker constitution, was hurled ten meters away. Fortunately, at the moment of spell release, he had conjured an ice shield around himself to absorb much of the impact, preventing him from falling into the turbulent water below.
On the other hand, Anseluk absorbed the full brunt of his own spell. His ornate golden robe was tattered, and a deep, jagged wound on his chest had reopened.
[Holy Word: Shield], [Sacred Blessing], [Fear Elimination], [Holy Barrier], [Wall of Darkness]…
In the face of repeated life-threatening attacks, Anseluk, still shaken, did not immediately tend to his wounds but instead cast protective divine spells in succession, effectively turning himself into a veritable tortoise shell!