69novels Chapter 483 The Climax of the Drama
Chapter 483 The Climax of the Drama
"Understood, Sir Knight!"
The magician stood firmly amidst the violent spiritual storm and laughed heartily.
The spirituality, outlined as a physical entity, is even more oppressive, like a real gale and gel robbing the air and hindering breathing. But the magician remains unmoved, still in the pose of pointing straight to the sky, only the hem of his clothes fluttering in the storm.
"It's alright, this suits me just fine, haha!"
"because--"
The magician raised his arm, his index finger pointing directly at the angel who was guiding him.
"The climax of the drama lies in interpreting the laws of the stars and the universe!"
With a wave of Klein's two large hands, the spiritual energy that had materialized from the fine brown mist coalesced and condensed into a reddish-brown stream of water, which flowed toward Klein's palms as he moved.
Guided by Klein, the streams of water, large and small, swam around him as docilely as fish, eventually converging into a wide river that meandered intimately around him.
The spirits that were originally violent and restless around the guiding angels now fled from the angels' side following the magician's chants, and submitted to the laws of this playground.
And the one who defines the rules is none other than the magician.
The angel immediately sensed something was wrong.
It's not surprising that the magician stole His spirituality. Not only does His body contain a vast amount of spirituality, but He also receives blessings from the gods of the heavens. This tiny loss of spirituality is like a tickle; He feels nothing.
But what is truly sinister is the act of stealing one's spirituality.
The angel's spirit broke free from its own will and, guided by others, transformed into what the magician desired, flowing according to the magician's commands.
Is this a form of spiritual plunder?
No, this is a struggle for control of this territory!
Who can define matter? Who can control spirituality? Who is the true master of this corner of the world?
Only those who grasp the ultimate truth of this world are the true winners.
The struggle between the two sides for control of the domain reached its climax at this moment.
The angel's domineering spirituality and Klein's extreme madness clashed in a stalemate, but fortunately, the magician was not alone. With a flick of his finger, the knight burning with black flames leaped out on horseback, slicing through the angel's materialized spirituality amidst calamity and nightmares, launching a new attack on the twisted guiding angel.
Forcibly driving the divine power of Sequence 4 and above, this frantically squeezes the magician's and knight's spirituality, causing the power to flow away like a tide.
Meanwhile, the guiding angels receive a continuous supply of spiritual nourishment.
Any prolonged stalemate will lead to the swift demise of both the magician and the knight.
Time...is life!
"magician!"
The knight's scythe unleashed a cursed storm, aimed directly at the angel's true form, forcing the guiding angel to no longer ignore its own existence and to devote enough energy to fighting the imminent danger.
"It's now!"
Upon hearing the instruction, the magician hummed a little tune, pulled a pack of matches from his pocket, chuckled, struck the black flame, and casually tossed it into the spiritual stream of water.
Something completely defied the laws of physics. The moment the black flames touched the brown water, they ignited uncontrollably, rapidly consuming the spiritual energy that had materialized into the water as nourishment.
Black fireworks exploded rapidly along the water, rushing towards the source of spirituality, the flames opening their gaping maws, attempting to swallow the enormous source of spirituality before them.
The solution to the crisis is simple.
The guiding angel flapped its wings, forcibly severing the spiritual connection between its own body and the outside world, creating a vacuum in the spiritual storm for a moment, and allowing the flame of the other party to die out as the external material spirituality was exhausted.
His judgment was correct. In the blink of an eye, the black flames devoured all the material and spiritual matter around the angel, and a huge cluster of fireworks exploded around the angel, which then turned into wisps of fine black smoke and dust, eventually disappearing into the air.
The feeble resistance should have ended there. The guiding angel stretched out its wings, adorned with blood-red feathers, and casually waved them in the directions of the knight and the magician.
Nothing happened.
The guiding angel was shocked to feel the flow of spirituality within its body. The spirituality that had burst forth like a flood had now become viscous and slippery, turning from light water into heavy mud. The entire process of receiving and releasing spirituality had become sluggish.
The purpose of burning spirituality is not to kill angels, but to create enough nihilistic smoke!
Domain: The Realm of Silence!
The vast amount of black smoke born from the angel's spirit eventually returned to nothingness, but left the angel with a muddy swamp, dragging the angel straight down.
Unfortunately, the guiding angel, whose extraordinary power should have been completely silenced in the [Silent Realm], now only feels the stagnation of spiritual flow and a significantly increased failure rate of extraordinary abilities.
The red pillar of light, linking the sky and reaching the clouds, carried the corrupting power from the cracks in the sky, supporting the guiding angels who had fallen to the [Silent Realm] on the ground. It forcibly counteracted some of the erosion from the source matter, preventing the angels from falling into extraordinary silence, though their spirituality decreased and their functions became sluggish.
...Did this surprise attack fail?
No! The real show is just beginning!
The magician whistled, grabbed his cane, raised it with both hands, and waved it exaggeratedly and joyfully in the air, thanking the non-existent audience.
"The final chapter of the performance stems from an understanding of the connection between humanity and the divine!"
he yelled.
The magician grabbed a crowbar, squinted, aimed at the red beam of light in mid-air, and pulled hard. The crowbar stopped in mid-air, as if it had actually hooked something and was stuck in the air due to the pulling force.
The beam of light suddenly trembled, and a subtle change actually occurred in the middle. The area that was "encased" was smaller than the beams above and below, like a stone placed in the middle of a stream, forcibly choking the ever-flowing water.
The Mad Hatter's top hat suddenly flew off his head, and a large paintbrush fell down. The magician's hand swiftly caught the brush, and with a quick movement, the hat landed safely back on his head.
He grabbed the crowbar in the air with one hand, dipped the other hand in the black snow water at his feet, and swung it upwards along the direction of the beam of light.
Mischievous children were playing pranks, using black dirt as paint to scribble on the tall telephone poles along the street.
The surging beam of light before him now appeared as if ink had been splashed on it, leaving a small patch of ethereal black at the point where the magician's vision met the beam.
The ethereal smoke and dust appeared out of thin air, like black dragons trailing flames, tearing at the blood-red pillar of light and staining it with a deadly black.