Chapter 282: The New Holy Sword Added
Otherwise, it would be too invincible.
Even so, a mage who can create clones paired with a holy sword that can also create clones was indeed a pleasant surprise.
Unfortunately, the other party still overlooked one crucial detail.
If it were Kurtz himself, he would not use the clone but would instead use all his power to reactivate the Holy Sword's own anti-magic properties, delivering a surprise attack to the opponent.
Only in this way could the Holy Sword's magic-breaking effect be maximized.
Otherwise, they would end up like themselves and Serie, becoming wary of them after failing to land a single blow.
However, it was also possible that the other party underestimated Serie's judgment.
That person probably didn't expect that Serie would release the Goddess's Scales' defensive barrier without hesitation instead of using ordinary defensive magic.
On the other side, after withstanding the rain of light, the attackers charged forward again, fearless of death.
They coordinated perfectly, launching a continuous barrage of attacks. The Holy Sword's anti-magic properties caused Serie considerable trouble.
The Holy Sword easily broke Serie's many wide-range spells, and the spatial restriction set up by Kurtz was also affected to some extent by that peculiar anti-magic effect, greatly reducing its effectiveness. The battle was briefly locked in a stalemate.
The legionary soldiers were dumbfounded. They had never seen anyone withstand such a terrifying siege, let alone seen anyone directly confront the magic of an elven saint.
"This is never going to end!" Serie grew increasingly impatient as she couldn't break through the attackers' defenses.
She was used to straightforward battles, and this feeling of being entangled made her very unhappy.
Moreover, these attackers kept stalling her, deliberately delaying her, which made Serie feel extremely disgusted.
Most importantly, these attackers also had a self-healing ability.
At that moment, Serie realized these attackers were some kind of clones.
Even though she had already destroyed half of her opponent's body, the next moment, empowered by the Holy Sword, the opponent charged forward again fearlessly.
Although it wouldn't harm her, this feeling was very annoying, like having mosquitoes buzzing in her ear.
If you didn't do anything, it was very annoying; if you tried to control it, it was like you couldn't get anything done.
"Calm down." Kurtz didn't make a move from the beginning but was just observing the attackers in front of him. "A clone is still a clone. The source of energy and the method of control must be with the main body. I am analyzing their ability trajectory."
Found it!
In Kurtz's eyes, using the reverse tracking of magical power, countless streams of light flashed as he rapidly deciphered the location of the main body of the opponent's clone magic.
The drawbacks of this kind of clone magic were also obvious.
That meant if you encountered a legendary mage like Kurtz or Serie, it was easy for them to track you down and find your true location.
"In the southwest direction, behind a small hill ten kilometers away."
Kurtz gave precise coordinates. "The real one is hiding there. Ignore these clones."
"Clear!" Upon hearing this, Serie immediately abandoned her entanglement with the clones.
Unleashing her magic, a massive pillar of light, seemingly capable of piercing heaven and earth, shot out instantly, its target aimed directly toward the direction Kurtz had indicated. The clones that tried to block its path were instantly vaporized along with their swords by this terrifying attack.
Ten kilometers away, behind a small hill, a figure with the same appearance as the attacker suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing drastically.
"How is this possible?! How could they have found me?!"
He screamed in disbelief, instinctively wanting to break the magical connection and escape.
But it was too late.
The destructive beam of light, spanning several kilometers, descended upon him.
Although he managed to raise his holy sword to parry in time, he was simply unable to neutralize the terrifying power in such a hasty situation completely.
Boom!!!
The small hill was completely flattened. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the figure was sent flying backward, spitting out blood and almost dropping the holy sword from his hand.
Because the main body was injured, the clone magic instantly became extremely unstable, and the remaining clones began to flicker violently, and their movements became sluggish.
"Found you!"
Using spatial magic, Kurtz and Serie appeared almost instantly above the destroyed hill. The true wielder of the holy sword was utterly horrified to see the two suddenly appear before him.
He endured his injuries, brandished his holy sword, and unleashed a series of demon-slaying sword beams at the two while rapidly retreating to try and create distance.
"A futile effort," Kurtz said calmly.
He didn't even use any major magic; he stretched out his finger and gently pointed it forward.
Gravity magic.
The space within a few hundred meters instantly grew heavy.
The wielder of the holy sword was horrified to find himself trapped in an invisible quagmire; every movement grew incredibly difficult and slow, and even the speed of the sword-light he swung was greatly reduced.
Serie wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.
A light spear, refined to its utmost, instantly appeared in her hand, transforming into a golden lightning bolt that shattered the sluggish sword beams and charged directly towards the opponent's heart.
Driven by instinct, the wielder of the holy sword desperately held the real holy sword horizontally in front of him!
Clang!!!
A clang of metal rang out, and the real holy sword barely blocked Serie's sure-fire strike.
The platinum-gold sword blade erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling light, forcefully withstanding the sharpness of the light spear.
"Hmph! Let's see how many hits you can take!" Serie's fighting spirit intensified, and dozens of light spears appeared out of thin air, as if they were about to burst out at any moment.
Just then, Kurtz made his move.
Instead of attacking the wielder, he reached out his hand toward the actual holy sword.
His hand ignored the repulsive force field that spontaneously generated around the holy sword and firmly gripped the hilt wrapped in dragon-scale-like leather.
The holy sword erupted with fierce resistance, but in the terrified gaze of its wielder, Kurtz slightly tightened his grip, and a terrifying aura surpassing all energy levels in the world and possessed only by gods quietly emanated from it.
The Imperial Holy Sword, which had resisted fiercely and possessed the power to break magical laws, instantly extinguished all its resistance upon contact with this aura and lay quietly in Kurtz's hand.
"This is Good stuff, I like it."
Kurtz casually weighed the holy sword in his hand, feeling the strange laws and boundless energy contained within it, and was filled with surprise.
"It actually contains magic-breaking laws. No wonder it could tear through our conventional defenses so easily. Those dwarves have come up with something extraordinary."
He looked up at the wielder who had given up all resistance after the holy sword was taken from him.
"Unfortunately for sword, you use it so crudely."
Kurtz casually handed the captured holy sword to Serie, who was curiously looking over, and his gaze returned to the attacker whom Serie had killed with her light spear because he had lost the holy sword.
The battle was over the moment they found the original body.
[End of Chapter]
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