Chapter 281: The Holy Blade Cloner
All the soldiers and mages present are absolutely loyal to the empire and are the most elite. How could they possibly back down just because of a word of persuasion from their enemy?
Let alone the fact that the other party is Serie and disciple, even if the other party were the Godslayer himself, it would be absolutely impossible!
Moreover, their words were almost tantamount to tearing away all pretense and putting the hostility between the two sides into the open.
But what could he say?
Rebuttal? Action?
He couldn't do anything!
He could only glare fiercely at Kurtz and Serie, forcing out a single word through gritted teeth:
"...Good!"
After saying that, he turned around abruptly and left without looking back, leading his pack of wolf-like subordinates.
The empire's vanguard army halted its advance in an eerie atmosphere, setting up a massive encampment that stood in stark contrast to the small tent at the very edge of the wilderness.
Kurtz and Serie were happy to have some peace and quiet, with flies not buzzing around.
Although the soldiers monitoring them were still there, they no longer stayed around them under the guise of protection as before. Instead, they kept a distance and simply confirmed that the two were still in the same place.
Time slipped by unnoticed, and night fell once more.
Inside the tent, Kurtz, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, and Serie, who was flipping through a magic book, opened their eyes almost simultaneously.
"The surrounding soldiers are rapidly withdrawing, looks like they are forming a central area," Kurtz spoke first.
"Hmm." Serie closed the book, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes. She sensed things further away. "Not only that, some very special beings are rapidly approaching."
Their auras were concealed very well, using the highest level of concealment magic, but it was still a little lacking.
However, the energy fluctuations emanating from them were somewhat peculiar, carrying a similar aura.
"They've arrived." Serie and Kurtz repeated smiling at each other.
The emperor of the empire had prepared the real killing move.
Without the slightest hesitation, Kurtz unleashed a powerful detection spell that instantly spread out from him, meticulously scanning the surrounding area for several kilometers.
"Hmm? Something's not right," Kurtz suddenly said. "This time it's a little different."
"Hmm, yes, there are more of them than before, but why are their auras almost identical? Interesting."
Faced with this special situation, Serie couldn't quite understand it, but Kurtz did think of a certain possibility, or rather, a certain extremely cautious person and the magic he used.
In their perception, more than twenty entities with completely identical energy fluctuations flanked the tent from all directions.
Their coordination was much tighter than the previous two waves of assassins; they were like one person, and each of them held a platinum longsword that exuded a chilling aura.
"Not only can they create clones? The swords they're holding? They seem even stronger than ordinary magical weapons?" Kurtz raised an eyebrow.
Before the words were even finished, more than twenty figures launched an attack simultaneously.
They rushed in from all directions, their movements perfectly synchronized. The platinum swords in their hands unleashed dazzling sword light, weaving into a destructive energy net that instantly engulfed the tent and the surrounding area!
Boom!...
The deafening explosion swept through the entire camp.
The earth trembled violently, and the blinding light illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime. The terrifying shockwave instantly tore the surrounding tents and fences that had not yet been evacuated to shreds!
The legion commander was terrified and hastily ordered his troops to retreat.
"Didn't His Majesty say he was going to send out a powerful assassin? But with all this commotion and these methods, is it really an assassination?" he muttered to himself.
Hmph, with such immense power, let's see if those two don't die!
However, as the light and smoke began to fade, a breathtaking scene unfolded.
Kurtz and Serie stood unharmed.
The Goddess's Scales in Serie's hand emitted a soft golden halo, unfolding a barrier that perfectly protected the two of them.
However, dozens of clear cracks appeared on the originally indestructible barrier.
Although these cracks were being repaired rapidly, this was undoubtedly something that had never happened before!
"It actually managed to break through the Goddess's Scales' defenses?" Serie looked at the cracks in the barrier, her face showing genuine surprise for the first time. "Impressive."
For the past thousand years, Serie had never seen anything that could break through the Goddess's Scales' defenses.
A thousand years ago, only two beings were able to break through the Goddess's Scales' defenses.
One was the eroding divine power remaining from the land of fallen gods, and the other was the Goddess of Fertility.
Although the Goddess's Scales' defenses had not been completely breached, there was no doubt that the opponent's attack had a special anti-magic effect.
But how was that possible?
The Goddess's Scales' defensive magic was at the demigod level. Could it be that these assassins' attacks all possessed demigod-level power?
Heh, if that were the case, then other kingdoms shouldn't bother fighting; they might as well surrender as soon as possible.
"Pay attention to the longswords in their hands. If I'm not mistaken, those should be holy swords."
Kurtz's expression also became slightly more serious.
He never expected that Leggett would actually create a holy sword in this era, a holy sword specifically designed to target mages.
During the attack just now, he clearly sensed that the sword light emitted by the longsword in the opponent's hand contained a power that was close to the level of law.
It doesn't break through with brute force; rather, it acts more like a negation and disintegration, directly affecting the magic itself and rendering it ineffective.
It meant that no mage could break through its defenses!
"This isn't a simple energy attack; it has the properties of breaking magical laws," Kurtz quickly made the judgment. "Be careful; our conventional defensive magic may not work."
The moment they spoke, the twenty-odd clones raised their holy swords again, and the second wave of terrifying combined attacks was already brewing.
"Annoying fellow!" Serie snorted, clearly enraged by the sneak attack and the fact that her opponent was able to break through her defenses.
She no longer simply defended; instead, layers of magic circles unfolded in her hands.
Given Serie's strength, her magic was already completed before these mages could launch their combined attack.
Time was of the essence, and countless beams of pure energy rained down from the sky, precisely covering the location of each attacker.
Each beam of light contained Serie's powerful magic, enough to instantly vaporize steel.
The attackers immediately swung their holy swords to parry, and in the flashes of their blades, they shattered or deflected most of the rain of light.
Although they looked a bit disheveled, they did manage to block Serie's angry attack!
"Impressive. Even a replica of the Holy Sword can utilize that spell-breaking property to some extent."
Kurtz observed the battle, his fingers subtly moving in front of him, trying to identify which of the attackers was the real one.
Kurtz realized the attackers were like clones the moment he saw them, and they made their move.
Even the holy sword in the opponent's hand was an example of this.
However, the ability of the Holy Sword to be copied should be an inherent characteristic of the sword, not a magical effect of the attacker, and the power of the Holy Sword would be significantly reduced after it was split.
[End of Chapter]
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