Michael felt entwined with the molten slag. He felt a hidden connection with it, sothing that didn't seem to be entirely physical. There wasn't even a string of mana that controlled it. It was sothing else.
Just a little more, he thought to himself. With just a little bit more effort, he felt like he could control the tal slag telekinetically without the use of his mana.
Unfortunately, the six remaining soldiers did not let him take his eyes off the battlefield for even a second.
Three soldiers ca at him from all sides, performing their Flarecorp-specific swordplay that focused on power and explosiveness. Their swings were wide and their powers were enough to leave a large gash on the ground even without contact.
Michael raised his hand, creating a magic circle underneath his feet.
Just before the mont the swords were about to hit him, lightning struck the Earth from high up to the heavens.
The explosion sent the three soldiers flying outwards. They crashed onto the trees, with their skin still smoking and feeling bare from the electricity that surged through their bodies. When they tried to recover, their muscles refused to move, with Michael's spell leaving them paralyzed for a few seconds.
A blinding light appeared in Michael's finger as he shot another soldier in his stomach, leaving only five enemies left.
And before he could celebrate, the other three soldiers ran outwards towards a tree, using their montum to climb up towards its branches before diving down towards Michael.
Magic circles appeared on their bodies, enhancing their physical capabilities to its maximum.
Fire surrounded their whole bodies, with the wind suddenly picking up and creating miniature fire tornadoes on their bodies.
This was a very smart play by the soldiers. If Michael used water to put out the fire, then the wind from the tornado would repel the water and empower the fire. If Michael used Earth to put out the tornado, then the fire would scorch the elent, turning it into ashes.
For a normal magician, this would be a bad matchup. But of course, Michael was no ordinary magician.
Michael raised his hand, creating a magic circle above his palms. As the mana flowed outwards, a violet sludge with the sa consistency as sli burst forth.
Just as the three fire tornadoes converged at his location, Michael flung the violet sludge around him, creating a protective sphere.
As the Fire and Air clashed with this violet liquid, its intensity began to wither off. The flas began to die down, eventually turning into nothing but a whispering fla. The tornado lost its power, reduced to a re gentle breeze.
The three soldiers were caught stunned as they landed next to Michael, completely vulnerable.
They didn't understand what happened.
The truth was that Michael used a very complicated 5-star Poison spell called [Withering Elents]. After all, the Poison elent wasn't just a simple poison that humans were familiar with. It was the concept of decay, degradation, and rotting. That was how the Fire and Air elents lost their power.
Michael raised his hand, [Unity Gun] loaded, and fired at another soldier, reducing their numbers to just four remaining.
The soldiers forced themselves up, with their bodies exhausted and almost running out of mana. They didn't know how Michael continued to cast spell after spell without getting tired.
In their last ditch effort, they rushed altogether, creating another combination spell.
"[Eternal Cross of the Fla]!" they shouted.
The soldiers began to perform their sword stances as they slowly rotated around Michael. They swung their swords and lunged, dragging their feet to create a specific indentation in the ground.
As they created a circle, a large fire erupted underneath their feet, creating a wall of fla that trapped Michael inside.
Suddenly, these soldiers disappeared within the wall of fire, becoming nothing but teor-like flas that swam across the entrapnt.
One of the teors shot towards Michael, and once he looked closely, he saw the figure of a blade at the tip of the teor, intending to skewer him upon impact.
But of course, a prismatic shield appeared above Michael's skin and deflected the flaming teor. Unfortunately, it simply returned back into the wall of flas, replenishing the fire that it lost upon impact.
Then, another teor crashed towards Michael, before another, then another, then another.
These four teors were relentless in their pursuit to break through Michael's Unity defense. Unfortunately for them, it stood tall with no sign of cracking.
Michael powered up another [Unity Gun] in his finger, raising it up and aiming it at the blazing teors that crashed towards him.
Their movents were erratic, making it hard for him to focus on aiming. Thankfully, he had ChatJK4 by his side.
[I have uploaded an automatic homing system in your visual cortex.]
Just then, Michael saw a ga-like interface appear in his vision, where a crosshair appeared in a specific area where the teor would be in a few seconds.
He aid, waiting for the right timing, before triggering the shot.
At the exact sa mont that the beam left his finger, Michael felt a subconscious urge in his mind.
It was one of those thoughts that were instantaneous and didn't really have an exact sentence that popped up into his head. It was simply a connection of ideas, the firing of neurons in his brain.
And in that mont, the tal slag in the ground once again twitched. But this ti, its movent allowed it to skip at least an inch from its original position.
Michael felt it. He knew that he was the one who made this tal slag move. He just didn't know how or why.
The [Unity Gun] shot off, accurately hitting one of the teors. The flas sputtered off before revealing the soldier behind it.
The man crashed out of the formation, incapacitated from the shot.
Three more remaining.
And as the teors continued to barrage his Unity Defense, he kept trying to replicate the feeling he had just now.
Yet no matter what he did, he was unable to make the tal slag move even a microscopic inch.
Maybe…I need to use my [Unity Gun], he thought to himself.
So, he raised his hand and powered up another shot. After a few seconds, he moved his hand to an empty spot to the right and fired off the beam, accurately hitting one of the teors as it moved randomly.
In that exact mont, Michael felt sothing. The tal slag moved again!
It wasn't as strong as the one before, but he was still able to make it move just a tiny bit.
He didn't waste more ti and fired off another [Unity Gun] shot, accurately hitting another teor.
And there it was again! The tal slag moved!
As he continued this process, he felt ever more closer to becoming more in tune with that strange feeling in his heart. He felt like if he did it just a few more, he could sohow control the tal slag with only his mind.
Spurred on by this need, Michael fired off another shot, hitting the very last teor in the formation.
"Just a little bit more!" Michael said.
But as he looked around, there were no more teors left. The entire ten-man Flarecorp army was defeated.
"NO!" Michael said, almost kicking the ground angrily.
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