Chapter 180. Brutal
The Earth Uplift Fulan had cast earlier had not caused much damage to these knights. She had deliberately avoided using that spell for direct harm.
Granted, if she had used it on those knights just now, she might well have been able to severely wound several of them.
But she had intentionally refrained from doing so, making the knights feel only a few tremors in the ground, with a few of them losing their balance and falling over.
That earlier casting of Earth Uplift had raised the level of earth-elent activation in this area by an entire step. And now that she was casting 【Earth Uplift】 again, it would unleash an effect even stronger than two separate castings combined.
She aid at the ground beneath where three knights were standing, causing the earth elent to surge upward.
A massive earth spike burst up from the middle of the three knights and slanted toward Fulan, its pointed tip arriving right beneath her feet.
Using that spike as a foothold, Fulan jumped once more in midair, putting herself in a position Connor would find difficult to reach.
Imdiately afterward, she controlled her spell, sending a howling current of air rushing toward the other two knights.
The violent gale stripped away their armor layer by layer, turning what had once been full suits of armor into scattered iron plates on the ground.
At the sa ti, the wind tore across the skin that had previously been protected by their armor, carving deep gashes into their flesh.
Even so, these two knights could only be considered severely wounded rather than killed by Fulan. But that was enough, because they could now do little more than collapse to the ground, unable even to lift their weapons.
anwhile, where the earth spike had erupted, the three knights had not yet reacted before they felt themselves losing weight.
They looked downward, only to see the ground beneath their feet split apart, their bodies dropping rapidly with gravity, while the surrounding earth suddenly stopped cracking the mont they fell in.
High above, Fulan clenched her left hand tightly, and the spell in her grasp resonated with the earth elent below.
A heavy boom rang out—not from an explosion sowhere, but from the earth itself trembling.
Even Connor’s hands, gripping his sword, trembled slightly under the effect of the spell.
Connor hurriedly followed the disturbance and looked toward where those three knights had been standing, and the sight before him reignited the fury on his already dark face.
The place where the earth spike had stood now bulged upward into a huge mound at its base.
And judging from the appearance of that mound, it was densely packed earth. rely looking at it, one could feel the imnse pressure contained within.
As for the three knights buried inside that earth, they had naturally been crushed apart by the ground itself and turned into nourishnt for nature.
“Hm?” Fulan suddenly sensed sothing. Looking downward, she saw Connor leaping into the air at all costs and slashing at her.
But Connor himself had no skill in aerial combat here, so his very first strike did not even brush the edge of Fulan.
Fulan bent her body slightly and dropped past Connor’s side. As she passed close by, she drove a kick straight into his waist.
Using that force, Fulan gained height again in midair. She looked toward the two remaining knights, only to find that they were actually running away.
That was right—after witnessing the miserable fate of their companions, these two knights now clearly understood that their level was simply nowhere near enough to take part in this sort of battle.
If they had prepared in advance to properly support Captain Connor, perhaps there might still have been a chance. But now it was obvious that there was no fight left to be had.
Faced with Fulan’s precise killing blows, they felt a long-forgotten fear rise in their hearts. They threw away their weapons and fled toward the outside of the gorge.
Fulan had no intention of letting them go. Looking at the back of one of the knights, she threw the purple shortsword at her waist straight toward the center of his back.
A purple afterimage flashed through the air and struck the knight squarely in the back.
Fortunately for him, the armor he wore was relatively sturdy. It blocked the impact of the shortsword, so only the tip pierced in shallowly without truly injuring him.
But before he could feel relieved, a biting chill erupted from his back.
If he had still been the Bloodwolf Knight capable of calmly analyzing the situation, he might have known that the first thing he needed to do was pull that purple shortsword from his back.
But by now he had already been frightened out of his wits by Fulan’s horrifying precision kills. Before even Connor could co to his aid, he was enveloped in ice and turned into an ice statue.
Connor did not continue pursuing Fulan. Instead, he turned back and called out to the last fleeing knight, pulling him behind himself to prevent Fulan from killing him as well.
Connor stared at Fulan, his face full of hatred. The thods Fulan had displayed had far exceeded anything he had imagined.
Even he, when facing a knightly order guarded by a Second-Tier fighter, could not have killed every First-Tier knight as quickly as Fulan had done.
So of that was certainly due to the advantage of magic, but more than that, it was because Fulan as a mage was simply too different.
He had never seen anyone capable of learning spells from so many schools. How had those schools allowed soone like Fulan to learn so many spells? Had their spell restrictions been for nothing?
And more than that, he felt her purpose was different. It seed to him that she had co specifically to eliminate the First-Tier knights behind him.
He knew one of the key reasons Fulan had been able to kill so many knights right under his nose was because she had so many spell rings in hand.
He felt that the value of the equipnt she had displayed in this single battle alone had already exceeded 150 gold coins.
And yet the precious casting opportunities of those spell rings had all been spent on the knights behind him, as though she did not regard him as the true target at all.
If Fulan had reserved all of that for her fight against him, then perhaps she really might have had a chance to kill him here. Yet Fulan had deliberately chosen not to do so.
When Fulan saw the knight sheltered behind Connor’s flank, she smiled.
“This is the last one.”
Then a sudden radiance erupted from her longsword, overwhelming the original red glow and dimming the daylight itself.
Sensing the angelic pattern flashing across that sword, Connor’s expression changed drastically, but he had no ti to stop Fulan.
The mont that light appeared, it instantly reached its peak, outshining even the light of the sun overhead.
When the brilliance faded, Connor could only feel that the armor in front of him was nearly ruined, split by a huge crack, and that he had suffered a fairly deep wound.
And behind him, breathing had already ceased. Only the sound of blood flowing onto the ground remained.
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