Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 540 - 541: Group Assault [2/2]

"Divine Magic, Basalok’s Heavenly Meteor Shower!"

With a furious roar from a robed mage standing atop a cliff, ten teams of mages surrounding the mountains began to channel their inner magic. After a quick incantation, ten epic-level white magic arrays grandly appeared above the mountains.

Dazzling magical light shone across the sky, forming a sharp contrast with the oppressive red light descending from the heavens.

In the next instant, as the robed elder waved his staff again, the mage teams released their charged magic. In a flash, thousands of white fireballs rained down from the sky like a violent storm, bombarding the swarm of bloody butterflies in the sky!

Simultaneously, several beams of concentrated magical light shot toward the black-haired girl in the center of the butterflies. Numerous binding and suppression spells also accompanied the mages’ magical attacks.

Not just magical attacks, countless heavy weapons hidden within the earth and mountains also revealed themselves at this moment, aiming their terrifying firepower at the black-haired girl.

A symphony of cannons roared, resonating from the south to the north. Suddenly, the sky was ablaze, the earth darkened, as if mountains were collapsing, the earth was splitting, and stars were falling...

Boom!!!

Accompanied by a world-shattering noise, a light that seemed to signify the end of the world exploded in the sky. The hot shockwave swallowed all the bloody butterflies. The clouds that were supposed to protect Red Moon Tower were instantly vaporized under the impact.

The terrifying aftershocks spread for miles, plunging the entire Modor kingdom into indescribable panic.

The mages of Red Moon Tower already possessed considerable combat power. United and casting Divine Magic, and further aided by magic-boosting items and enhancement spells, their power was naturally not to be underestimated. Even if the mages participating in the attack weren’t as strong as Divine Magician [Level 8], their combined assault was enough to make many level 8 powerhouses retreat.

And yet, the attack from the mages of Red Moon Tower did not stop there.

After casting the fire-based Divine Magic ’Basalok’s Heavenly Meteor Shower,’ the first batch of spell-casters began to consume mana-restoring potions to prepare for the next wave of magical power. The second team of mages stepped forward and launched the second round of Sacred Magic combined attacks...

"Divine Magic—Thunder’s Wrath!"

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Wave after wave of heavy magic attacks kept coming at the black-haired girl in the sky, pushing back her swarm of red butterflies. It felt like the world was on the edge of falling apart. Up there, the girl in the center of all the blasts, Yumo, was getting more and more mad, biting her lip.

"So annoying..."

After effortlessly shattering an oncoming surge of red laser light, Yumo scanned the crowd of mages below with icy eyes. She felt more irritated by the second.

Upon chasing the soul petals of Youlan to this place and entering this mountainous area, eight layers of Sacred Domain sealing barriers had been activated, locking her in. Not just the barriers, nearly a thousand mages and tens of thousands of magical creatures they had summoned launched a torrential assault on her, obstructing her progress.

Yumo wasn’t concerned about their attacks, which amounted to little more than tickles and could not cause her any real harm. What irritated her were the time-delaying spells and skills; chains wrapping around her one moment, time stopping the next, followed by dozens of sealing barriers.

Each wave of trouble would be taken down easily, only for another to pop up right after—non-stop, over and over.

Just like now, Yumo had just kicked apart a crystal barrier surrounding her, only for three or four layers of magical shields to encircle her the next instant.

"Really! Is there no end to this?!"

After cursing inwardly, Yumo’s eyes settled on the Red Tower not far away. She had some understanding of the continental situation through the tutoring provided by Black Rose. Upon seeing this iconic structure, as well as the sparsely populated mountains, Yumo realized that this ancient tower was one of the two mage sanctuaries, the Red Moon Tower. The notion that Youlan’s main body was inside the Red Moon Tower baffled her.

When she heard these mages referring to Youlan as the tower’s master and attacking her recklessly, Yumo felt like she’d been struck by lightning; she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She never imagined that her crazy, radical daughter would become a leader of one of humanity’s top powers. And command so many mages loyal to her?

’Are you kidding me?’

’That’s Higanbana! The Abyssal Demon in your eyes, the most terrifying being! A Demon King who slaughters humans for food! And you people are loyal to her? Have you lost your minds?’

Just as Yumo was freaking out inside, another wave of coordinated attacks from the mages came at her from all sides. However, ...

This time the attack seemed different from before; it wasn’t just the mages of the Red Moon Tower who were launching it.

As Yumo was irritably dispersing various magic attacks aimed at her, a silver light streaked across the sky at an unimaginable speed. Under the cover of magical attacks and with the boost of a terrifying holy aura, it suddenly appeared right in front of Yumo.

"What? Who are you?!"

She saw a striking young woman with brown hair, dressed in a black uniform with Asumos Church symbol, and black boots. She was holding two swords glowing with a silver light and giving off crazy vibes.

Feeling the young woman’s eighth-level power and that dense holy aura, Yumo gritted her teeth. Brown hair, dual scimitars, silver divine aura — these obvious traits made her realize that the girl in front of her was Ophelia, one of the three Heavenly Apostles of the Church, and the one Mengxi had described as being quite neurotic.

’What the hell is going on here?!’

"You’re one of the Heavenly Apostles, Why are you helping Youlan?"

Confused, Yumo couldn’t help but ask.

In response, Ophelia, who was moving at high speed in the distance, just gave a playful smile,

"Heavenly Apostle? I prefer the title of Right Guardian of the Red Moon Tower more"

However, Ophelia apparently had no intention of explaining further. As her words fell, she displayed a terrifying, spine-chilling grin. Her diamond-shaped silver pupils suddenly contracted, and her dual scimitars, imbued with all her power, slashed viciously at Yumo’s chest.

At the same time, another Guardian of Red Moon Tower, the Left Guardian, Anfrere, also charged from behind. A colossal amount of earth-elemental magic power was released from within him, converging on his massive hammer. A shadowy figure of a roaring lion faintly appeared behind him.

In the next instant, this burly man, showing no mercy, coordinated with Ophelia to launch a pincer attack on the black-haired girl. His hammer slammed into her head.

BOOM!!!

Accompanied by a ground-shaking explosion, the silver light and reddish-yellow magical power rapidly fused, together composing a prelude to an end. A dazzling flower of death blossomed in the sky above. A destructive aura radiated in all directions from the trio at the center, not only causing the surrounding mages to cough up blood but also causing the nearby mountains to begin collapsing one after another.

There was no doubt that after this battle, the geography surrounding Red Moon Tower would need to be redrawn.

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However, even though both her and Anfrere’s attacks had hit the black-haired girl without any reservations, not a trace of joy appeared on Ophelia’s face. In fact, the crazed smile she wore gradually tinged with bitterness.

That’s because, as the terrifying holy aura and magical power dissipated, the figure of the black-haired girl once again appeared before Ophelia.

Only this time, after taking the full brunt of attacks from two eighth-level, aside from the bloody butterflies around her being completely evaporated and her clothes becoming tattered, the black-haired girl remained unscathed. In contrast, Ophelia’s blade that had slashed at her chest had broken into two, and Anfrere’s hammer that had slammed into her head was distorted and deformed.

Seeing this, Ophelia said in a voice mixed with both surprise and a sort of "I knew it" feeling, "Ah, well... it’s not that easy after all, is it?"

On the other side, as the impact dissipated, the black-haired girl slowly lifted her head, revealing those gem-like bloody red eyes.

Her eyes didn’t look confused anymore. Now they were filled with a bone-chilling coldness. Her red eyes narrowed a bit, and her crimson Shadow power surged out like a wild animal breaking free.

"I... already warned you not to get in my way..."