The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Chapter 77 - 77 5 Blood Flame Giant Demon

?Chapter 77: Chapter 5: Blood Flame Giant Demon Chapter 77: Chapter 5: Blood Flame Giant Demon As he gritted his teeth and pierced his left middle finger with his fingernail, Komer silently recited the spell, blood beads continuously surged out of his fingertip stacking upwards, and when the seventh blood bead appeared, the string of blood beads finally formed a slender column of blood. Komer exhaled a stream of black air from his mouth, which merged with the blood column, transforming into an indestructible Blood Arrow.

Amidst the incantation, the Blood Arrow shot into the sky and instantaneously transformed into a massive red demon in midair. Its ferocious head crowned with spirally twisted horns hung with slender metal rings, the teeth in its gaping mouth clacking like white stones, and its bloodshot, fiery red eyes incessantly roving. The exposed blood-red torso revealed thick, clear veins, with an eerie flow of purple-black flames dancing around the demon’s entire body. Lotus leaf-like carapaces encircled its lower body, and robust calf muscles seemed to radiate magic power. Hands as large as banana leaves flapped in the air, stirring up gales of scarlet, fishy fogs.

“Blood Flame Giant Demon!” The panicked cries hadn’t even had the chance to emerge when the red demon, which had materialized in the air, unanticipatedly floated above the Priest. The crimson flames with billowing black smoke assailed violently, the unpredictable purple-black flames bizarrely spiraled around the Priest’s body. Without a moment to think, the Holy Light Protection spell suddenly burst forth like the howling mountain wind. Black-red flames tightly engulfed the Priest, and the silver-white Holy Light was pressed back by the overwhelming dark magic power of the Puppet Magic mixed with the fiery Elemental Magic after expanding only a foot, drastically suppressing what was once an immensely powerful barrier of Holy Light, and inching ominously closer to the body of the Priest.

With a flick of his fingers, Magician Malone gritted his teeth in agony, his teeth clucking. He had not anticipated that the man before him had attained such a proficiency in the Dark Arts. The Blood Flame Giant Demon was a branch of the Puppet Magic within the Dark series – Illusionary Puppet Magic, utilizing special spells and the caster’s own blood, along with the transfer of intent, it did not require the conventional dark material puppet vessels. Although less powerful, dark material vessels were difficult to find, and even when the materials were available, creating an excellent puppet vessel required a lot of effort and was highly prone to failure, thus many practitioners of the Dark Arts preferred this type of illusionary magic that did not require a special vessel.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans streamed from Malone’s forehead, his gloomy eyes shimmering like fireflies in the night. He had no choice left; since the opponent had not given him the slightest chance, he had to fight to the end. A deep, chant-like voice emerged from the depths of his throat: “By the bright light of Apollo, your devout follower Malone prays for your blessing! Divine Light, Sacred Flame Burning Demon, all wicked things shall be purged!”

The Holy Light Shield, which was severely diminished by the powerful mix of Dark and Elemental magic, suddenly contracted and surged with luminance, instantly bursting into a blazing silver-white flame, expanding rapidly and pressing the black-red demonic flames into a frantic retreat.

Komer’s face turned deathly pale as he watched the scene before him, a wave of dizziness assaulting the very edge of his consciousness. He couldn’t even take a single step, the opponent’s strength was terrifying, forcing him to use his unmastered Mixed Magic. But from the current situation, the Priest seemed to have a robust resistance, especially the Light Series magic that naturally counteracted Dark Magic. Whoever possessed stronger magic held the advantage, locked in a seemingly endless struggle, yet he could no longer hold on. Another moment, and he would collapse unconscious, left as a prisoner at the mercy of the opponent.

With a surge of blood to his throat and all his strength mustered, Komer pulled out a miniature Crossbow Case from his bosom, an imitation of the precious gift he had made for Prince Thomas. Though it couldn’t compare to the real thing, especially in the materials used, Komer still tried to replicate it as closely as he could. It was originally meant to be just a keepsake, and while the methods were slightly underhanded, with his life on the line, he had to pin his hopes on it.

With a sharp “swoosh,” the bolt flew gracefully through the air, burrowing into the body of the Priest, who was using the Sacred Flame to burn away the demonic miasma. A startling scream tore through the depths of the forest, reaching high into the heavens. Struck by this blow, the Priest’s Holy Power suddenly vanished, and in an instant, he was engulfed and melted by the surging purple-black Magic Fire, turning into a mere skeletal figure within moments. As the remnants of the demonic fire dissipated, the bones crumbled to the ground, reduced to ashy remnants, with only the crystal stone on the staff shining amid the ashes.

Watching the opponent’s body reduced to ashes, Komer could no longer withstand the exhaustion. He collapsed to the ground like a rotten log, while in the distance, as the divine thunder from the heavenly realm ceased, zombies scarred from battle emerged from the dense forest. They turned into wisps of green smoke and entered the pouch at Komer’s waist as his Magic power was depleted.

All had returned to peace, leaving behind a chaotic scene where the occasional residual fire still crackled and sent up puffs of blue smoke. The pale afterglow of the setting sun spread over every inch of land, giving no indication that this had just been the site of a life-and-death struggle between mages.

Caffrey paced the room restlessly. This guy really never lets one feel at ease. He thought, ‘He’s actually gone missing in Versailles.’ Where on earth could he have gone? He wasn’t only absent for the night but also completely out of touch. Having searched through various places in Versailles with no trace of him to be found, Caffrey wondered if something had happened. A shudder ran through him at the thought, ‘Could it be that Duke Philip would dare to strike here?’ But then he shook his head instinctively. Caffrey felt he was being overly sensitive. After all, this was His Majesty the King’s hunting manor, not only protected by the formidable Court Knights but also by the King’s own guards on standby. No one would dare cause trouble here—it would be suicide. But where on earth had this guy gone?

“Mr. Fran, do you have absolutely no idea where Your Baron has gone? Did he mention anything to you beforehand?” Caffrey asked this question for the third time to the silent man beside him. He didn’t know where this man came from, but he could tell that the man was very interested in coming to Versailles, and Komer trusted him immensely. From the man’s accent, Caffrey could discern that he was likely not from Nicosia, but from the sound of it, maybe from one of the countries to the west. Also, the man seemed taciturn and always wore a brooding look. However, Caffrey had no interest in delving into the man’s background. Everyone has their secrets and their way of life, which is a basic right of being human.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Caffrey, but the Baron always keeps his plans to himself. I guess he has some personal matters that have detained him this long, but please be assured, he will be okay, and he might return after a little while.” Fran didn’t know where his master had gone, but he wasn’t worried about Komer’s safety. Having seen Komer’s character and his incredibly extraordinary Magic ability, Fran believed there weren’t many who could hurt him, especially not in Versailles, where he was even more secure.

“Hmph, your master really takes too much liberty. Do you know what time it is, and where we are? Acting so carefree and neglecting his responsibilities—has he forgotten the important duties he bears?” Unable to contain his irritation, Caffrey grumbled. Early in the morning, Duke Tez had sent someone with a message requesting that both Komer and himself meet with officials from the Internal Affairs Department in the afternoon to discuss immigration matters. Moreover, there was a banquet in the evening where envoys from Naples, Medea, and Netherland currently stationed in Jazair would all be present, and Duke Tez especially notified them to attend. This caught Caffrey off guard and pleasantly surprised since it was clear that the kingdom’s Internal Affairs Manager had taken notice of him. But just at this critical moment, the protagonist had vanished. Wasn’t this just adding chaos to urgency?

“Rest assured, Mr. Caffrey, have a little more faith in your collaborator. He won’t cause you to miss your important engagement,” said a languid and low voice from outside the door. There, looking pale with lifeless eyes, Komer staggered into view. Fran, who had been anxiously waiting, looked astonished at his own master, wondering how he could turn into such a state after just one night away. Could his master have really succumbed to his old ways, finding the time to philander even in such circumstances?

Seeing Komer in such a state, Caffrey inwardly cursed. ‘And he says he won’t delay important matters. I bet he spent the night with some woman, drained of his very essence.’
Before the somber collaborator could speak, Komer preemptively raised his hand to stop him: “We’ll talk about this later. I need to rest for three hours first; then, come wake me. I’m going to rest now.”

Without waiting for a reply, Komer, somewhat rudely, walked straight into the inner room and gently closed the door, leaving the two behind to exchange puzzled glances. What on earth could have happened to make the Baron so exhausted? Could it really be that he had spent the night entangled with a noblewoman, with no rest at all?