Chapter 292: Under the Divine Strike
For humans with short lifespans, divine strike magic was a legend even more distant than mythology, the strongest magic whose true power could not even be imagined, let alone imagined as a fraction of its actual strength.
Now, they could actually witness this legend with their own eyes?
But the price would be their own life!
"Stop them! At all costs! Otherwise, we'll all die!!!" Many powerful mages went completely mad.
No longer caring about the backlash of magic, they even used a secret technique to burn their life essence, throwing all the highest-level and most powerful magic they had ever learned, along with all the magical items on their bodies, at Serie as if they were free.
In an instant, the sky was filled with multicolored, destructive energy.
However, all attacks were blocked by absolute power before they could reach Serie.
Serie stood proudly on the ground, Athos hovering before her, its blade radiating dazzling light. A spherical barrier, inscribed with countless ancient runes, perfectly enveloped her.
Despite the roar of magic and the rampage of energy outside, the barrier remained unmoved, only showing subtle ripples of energy that spoke of the mages' dying struggle. The world's strongest defensive magic, at this moment, displayed a despair-inducing toughness.
Meanwhile, Serie continued to cast her divine strike magic. The fighting spirit in her golden eyes was gone, replaced by an almost divine focus as she channeled the ultimate power that could rewrite the course of the battle.
"Now, the world's strongest offensive magic and the strongest defensive magic are both in my hands." She had everything she needed now.
Kurtz responded to the attacks unleashed by the Legion soldiers differently.
Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, he completely ignored the barrier above his head, which had been set up by dozens of mages and was theoretically capable of even depriving dragons of their ability to fly. His figure floated up lightly and soared straight into the air!
"Flying...flying?!"
"The confinement barrier is ineffective against him?!"
"Monster! He's a monster!!!"
The soldiers on the ground let out desperate cries.
The archers fired their arrows in vain, but when the arrows were within a few meters of Kurtz, they seemed to hit an invisible and distorted mirror, and their trajectories became chaotic in an instant.
All the arrows and javelins collided with each other, and some even flew back into the camp, causing chaos.
A magical shield that distorted the rules of space had already protected him completely.
This was only because there were no powerful mages in the legion below; otherwise, Kurtz wouldn't have used such a chaotic magic shield.
This shield was particularly effective against ranged attacks. Kurtz created it in a sudden inspiration, and it was like giving himself a layer of protection against arrows. However, its drawbacks were also apparent.
This confusion effect was completely useless against powerful elemental attack magic. In other words, this magical shield was explicitly designed to counter ordinary attacks from archers and other units in an army.
Although there were some mages hidden among the legions below, they were clearly not like the mages who besieged Serie, who could use various high-level spells. These mages were obviously more of a support type who focused on weapon enchanting.
Therefore, it was not surprising that they participated in the siege of Kurtz.
At the center of Kurtz's palm, a point of intense white light was frantically condensing. The energy contained in that light froze the air on the entire battlefield.
Serie, on the other hand, was slightly different. Instead of a ball of light appearing in her palm, a beam of light appeared directly in her hand.
Without exception, they all exuded the same aura, only differing slightly in their manifestation.
The aura of death enveloped the hearts of every imperial soldier and mage as if it were a tangible presence.
No matter how they attacked or how they shouted, they could not stop the arrival of the final judgment.
"Divine Strike." Two very calm words were uttered simultaneously by Kurtz and Serie.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated to the deepest part of the souls of everyone on the battlefield.
This was the sound of death, and the last words they could hear.
The world lost its sound, leaving only an absolute expanse of white!
The first to erupt was Serie's side.
The next moment—
A white beam of light, whose color defies description, seemed to burst forth from the earth. It was not a simple energy blast, but rather carried a special law of divine purification. It shot fiercely towards the sky, then fell upon the mages like a sword of divine punishment.
Wherever the beam of light passed, space was completely torn apart.
All resistance was futile; even the highest-level defensive magic was powerless against this pillar of light for even a moment.
All matter, whether it be specially made magical robes, flesh and blood, or magical artifacts, vanished the instant it came into contact with the beam of light.
Like impurities purified by holy magic, it began to decompose and completely dissipate. After all, divine strike magic was a type of sacred magic.
There were no screams, not even a struggle, because these powerful mages didn't even have time to react before being completely wiped out.
Almost at the same instant, the light in Kurtz's palm also reached its critical point.
A blinding white torrent surged from his palm. Unlike the purification effect of Serie's Divine Strike, Kurtz's Divine Strike was slightly different.
This torrent had no attributes, or rather, its only attribute was annihilation. Everything it touched was completely annihilated, forever.
A bottomless, absolute vacuum chasm, its left and right sides now darkened by the shattering of space, spread wildly across the land as the white torrent advanced.
Two destructive forces, representing different levels of power, swept across the entire battlefield side by side at a speed beyond the comprehension of anyone.
The Imperial soldiers raised their shields in vain, only to have them, along with their entire bodies, completely obliterated in the light.
The mages erected their last shield, but the usually sturdy magical shield evaporated instantly, like water droplets under the blazing sun.
The light lasted for a few breaths before slowly dissipating.
When visibility returned, the entire battlefield had vanished.
The vast grasslands where the Imperial Vanguard Legion had been stationed at first had vanished entirely, replaced by a scorched, black wasteland, as if it had been branded with a giant hot iron.
On this desolate plain, two huge scars were branded side by side.
Two enormous ravines, tens of meters vast and seemingly bottomless, stretched to the horizon.
The most elite vanguard legion of the Southern Unified Empire, the most powerful army built by the empire at the cost of countless resources, and those once high and mighty court magicians...
Everything was completely, cleanly, and absolutely wiped from the world by this legendary divine magic.
There were no remains, no bloodstains, not a single trace of their existence.
Only one human and one elf remained.
[End of Chapter]
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