Although the two Black Armor Monstrosities approached quickly, there was still so distance between them, and this distance gave Fang Ji ti to react.
“Sword of miracle, Three, Thousand Brocade Clusters!”
Although the miracle flower had returned to him not long ago, enveloping him in its rich fragrance, the miracle flower had now disappeared again. When he cast the unique Spell of the Miracle Order, he had no choice but to chant the simplified version of the Spell.
As Fang Ji shouted, a golden halo with complex incantations floated beneath his feet, then transford into an arc of light that shot forward, skimming the ground.
A fierce wind swept through instantly, accompanied by a cold gleam, and countless blades erged, interwoven, forming a wall of blades in mid-air along the path of the two black-armored figures.
The next second, a powerful wind pressure spread, and sharp crashing sounds, loud enough to make eardrums bleed, overlapped and erupted from the other side of the blade wall.
Even though he couldn't see what was on the other side of the blade wall with his naked eye, Fang Ji ntally pictured the scene: on the other side of the blade wall, the two Black Armor Monstrosities violently colliding with it, attempting to break through, while countless Spiritual Energy-wrapped blades curled, twisted, and shattered.
Thousand Brocade Clusters couldn’t buy much ti; escaping was simply too late...
He had observed that the two Black Armor Monstrosities were extrely fast. When they galloped, without relying on Spiritual Perception, only two blurry black shadows could be caught.
A Psychic like him, who wasn't skilled in speed, would be quickly caught even if they tried to escape, relying only on the little ti Thousand Brocade Clusters provided, and even with a miracle occurring.
Rather than falling into an unresisting situation later, it would be better to use the delayed ti to cast a stronger Spell. Even if he couldn't kill the two Black Armor Monstrosities, he could at least hold them back and create enough ti to retreat.
Therefore, after casting the first Spell, Fang Ji imdiately began chanting the second Spell.
“His creations should enjoy prayers equal to His; with fine wine, I offer this to the figure guarding the bridge between the living world and the afterlife, the judge of souls...”
This was a Spell of a much higher level than Thousand Brocade Clusters. Without the blessing of the miracle flower, Fang Ji directly chanted the complete incantation for safety.
As the Spell was rapidly chanted, Spiritual Energy surged, gradually condensing in Fang Ji's hand into the illusory image of a golden wine cup inlaid with gemstones like sapphires, black onyx, and fire coral.
Air currents swirled around his body, stirring the dense, mist-like golden radiance into a dazzling golden vortex, and a solemn, sacred aura erged from the center of the vortex.
“...Wine of miracle, Nine, Mithra’s Grace!”
The mont the Spell chanting was completed, Fang Ji slowly turned his wrist, tilting the golden wine cup.
The wine cup was empty, yet in a trance, the faint sound of liquid flowing could be heard.
As the wine cup tilted, an amber-colored Serum, imbued with a rich wine fragrance, appeared out of thin air, flowing from the wine cup and falling into the golden vortex.
Like water droplets falling onto a mirror-like surface, ripples spread from the center of the golden vortex, and then, propelled by layers of ripples, the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} misty Spiritual Energy forming the golden vortex diffused outwards.
For a mont, the wide street in front of the eerie small temple where Fang Ji and Shen Baiwei stood seed to transform into a boiling golden lake. Beneath the surface of the lake, a huge black shadow swiftly darted like a swimming fish.
Feeling the Spiritual Energy fluctuations perating the air and watching the Spell that Fang Ji had completed in a few seconds, Shen Baiwei, who was standing by, silently took out her small notebook and a quill made from a brown-tailed tragopan feather, preparing to begin recording.
At the sa ti, the blade wall that Fang Ji had created through the Spell Thousand Brocade Clusters barely held on for more than ten seconds under the stormy assault of the two Black Armor Monstrosities, and finally shattered...
Two long spears, glowing with an eerie blue light, pierced through the blade wall like the fangs of a fierce beast, then suddenly vibrated, and Spiritual Energy fluctuations spread, rippling in layers.
Amidst the mournful wail of tal, the massive blade wall disintegrated, and dazzling silver-white fragnts scattered like snowflakes carried aloft by the air current. Broken, sharp blades flew in all directions, easily embedding themselves into the ground and the outer walls of surrounding buildings as if bullets piercing thick cardboard.
“Thud, thud, thud—!”
Amidst a series of dull thuds, the two Black Armor Monstrosities lunged in front of Fang Ji. Beneath their shattered visages, two pairs of numb, hollow eyes locked onto his figure, and then almost simultaneously, they thrust their long spears at him.
Although they had long since died and had been transford into urban legend under the influence of the terrifying power entrenched at Yun Pass, their belief in guarding Yun Pass and their battle instincts honed through years of training had never dissipated.
And Fang Ji, who was approaching this temple, was clearly, in their eyes, soone who would destroy Yun Pass.
In an instant, a low tallic hum erupted. On the shattered long spears, an eerie blue light, following the chi-wen-like patterns, circled once, then suddenly burst forth like a volcanic eruption, spewing ominous, ghostly blue flas, and terrifying Spiritual Energy fluctuations swept like a torrent.
Fang Ji, who was retreating step by step, however, curved his lips into a confident smile at this mont.
“Boom—!”
The earth shook violently, and the golden “lake” on the ground, which almost covered the entire street, suddenly stirred up giant waves tens of ters high.
The next mont, a miracle descended.
A giant beast tore through the huge waves and flew out, crashing head-on into the two Black Armor Monstrosities, eting the rolling, ghostly blue flas.
It was a robust bull, over fifteen ters tall, with a body seemingly cast from gold. A pair of horns, carved like crystal, were inscribed with countless runes, reflecting countless monts of life and death in their sparkling facets.
Upon closer inspection, the image of the bull was strikingly similar, eight or nine parts, to the divine bull carved on the exterior wall of the small temple nearby.
“Bang—!”
The majestic bull collided violently with the two Black Armor Monstrosities, and a thunderous sound erupted.
The ghostly blue flas instantly collapsed under the impact of the powerful Spiritual Energy-laden air currents. Under the imnse force, the armor covering the bodies of the two Black Armor Monstrosities twisted and deford, scales scattered, and foul-slling, viscous black blood splattered.
After stabilizing themselves, the two Black Armor Monstrosities seed completely indifferent to their injuries. They retreated a few steps, found a higher vantage point, and, in the formation described in books as “infantry holding high ground, spears pointed outwards” – the quality of infantry confronting cavalry – once again raised their long spears towards the charging bull.
Then, their hands gripped tightly, and their twisted, deford, muscular arms, wrapped like withered roots, bulged, emitting a hum like a taut bowstring.
However, the mont the long spears touched the “bull’s” body, the “bull” seed to transform into a phantom, passing right through. Its scimitar-like horns pierced the shoulders of the two Black Armor Monstrosities, respectively, lifting their bodies, and then... its four hooves churned, continuing to gallop forward with lightning speed.
Wherever it passed, neither the attacks of the two Black Armor Monstrosities, nor the buildings, nor the urban legend hidden in the shadows, could touch its body.
Watching the “bull,” like a destructive storm, carrying the two Black Armor Monstrosities forward, charging straight through, and forcefully carving a gully between the brick buildings, Fang Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then imdiately felt a strong wave of weakness wash over him.
Casting such a direct summoning Spell, which contained the authority of a legendary deity, without the blessing of the miracle flower, was still sowhat strenuous for him...
Fortunately, this Spell successfully sent the two Black Armor Monstrosities away. It might not be enough to kill them, but they wouldn’t be back anyti soon. It was ti to retreat.
Fang Ji thought, turning to look at Shen Baiwei beside him. He was about to complain about her standing by and watching, but his eyes widened when he saw the scene beside her.
————
The mont the bull, summoned by a Spell and imbued with the power of Mithra, the legendary deity of Zoroastrianism, appeared, Shen Baiwei, who had been observing in secret for a long ti, finally wrote the last stroke in her small notebook, completing the corresponding record.
【Miracle Order Secret Spell: Wine of miracle · Seven · Mithra’s Grace, an extrely rare summoning Spell... Strength: High. Comnt: The style is as exaggerated as other Miracle Order Spells, as always.】
After writing, she also put her “extraordinary” drawing talent to use, drawing a peculiar-looking golden bull in the bottom right corner of the page.
Satisfied, she closed her small notebook and put it into her bag, carefully storing it away.
Shen Baiwei looked up and saw Fang Ji staring at her with wide eyes, which made her slightly startled.
“W-why are you looking at like that? Is there sothing on my face?”
Fang Ji shook his head, as if afflicted by a Disaster, and expressionlessly raised his hand, pointing behind her.
Huh? Did sothing co out of the small temple? Shen Baiwei's heart pounded. She slowly turned around, only to see a sight that surprised her.
On the outer wall of the building behind her, the sharp tal fragnts that had flown off after the Thousand Brocade Clusters’ interwoven blade wall shattered, and the scorch marks left by the ghostly blue flas stirred up by the Black Armor Monstrosities, seed to have outlined a human figure on the wall, as if performing a body trace on her.
Shen Baiwei, “...”
Only then did she realize that she had once again beco engrossed in recording and ignored her surroundings.
It was an old habit, one she could never break...
When an A-level Spirit Ability User and two urban legend no weaker than A-Level were fighting, completely ignoring the battle situation made it very easy to be affected and injured.
Although it didn’t matter if she got injured because of her special authority, she had now miraculously avoided all residual attacks without paying any attention to the battle...
It was like being engrossed in reading a comic on the street when a gang shootout suddenly broke out, and then putting down the comic, coming back to her senses, and finding herself completely unhard.
However, as a mber of the Miracle Order, wasn't it normal for a little miracle to happen to her? Shen Baiwei thought, stealing a glance at Fang Ji with a hint of guilt.
Fang Ji rolled his eyes at her.
Normal, my ass!
I suspect my miracle flower wasn't absorbed by the Disaster, but by you!
Fang Ji suddenly felt that he was having too much trouble. It was already enough that a Disaster, a big jinx, countered him, and now it seed there was another one.
Shen Baiwei, “...”
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