826: Chapter 263 War Behemoth VS Mammoth Holy Knight (Part 2) 826: Chapter 263 War Behemoth VS Mammoth Holy Knight (Part 2) The low chant began to rise, its clear yet bizarre tones unintelligible to any who heard it.
As the battle reached a stalemate, Master of the Dark Tower, Sloan, could no longer restrain himself from acting.
Black light slowly circled around his body, and his eyes had turned pletely into ghostly white orbs.
With a Soul Bead-embedded magic wand in his right hand, he extended both arms at his sides and began to make slight shaking motions.
An extraordinarily weird fluctuation of magic began to coil around him, and the deep incantation became increasingly intense, almost like a shriek.
Inside the Ancient Tree, watching the battlefield, Anya’s expression suddenly changed dramatically.
As the Elf Queen, her spirit was fused with the Ancient Tree; as Sloan’s chanting began, Anya felt a wave of fear emanating from the Ancient Tree.
The once-vibrant life force was now rapidly retracting, even being somewhat frantically inward-drawing.
Fear—the Ancient Tree was feeling fear.
Even when hundreds of Forbidden Curses were unleashed by the enemy previously, such a phenomenon had never occurred.
What kind of magic was Sloan chanting?
Ye Yinzhu had once detailed Sloan’s magical power to the upper echelons of Qin City.
Reaching his level meant that casting a Forbidden Curse was merely a matter of lifting a hand, a trivial effort that could release magic of a Forbidden Curse level.
Yet now, he had been chanting for a full minute and showed no sign of stopping.
What kind of magic required such a long incantation?
Sloan was still recovering from his injuries, but he was, after all, the most powerful mage in Faran, second only to Tower Master Aubrey of the Tower of Light.
His magical power was nearing the eighth rank of the Sub-God level; even if his magic had not fully recovered, his power remained tremendously fearsome.
With cold eyes and a continuous pulsing of ghostly white light, the volume of the incantation rose higher and higher.
The black streams swirling around him began to turn white, and the pace of the Faran mages’ chanting below him noticeably slowed, seemingly influenced by Sloan.
Most puzzling of all, although his body exhibited changes, not a trace of energy fluctuation could be detected.
Wisps of white vapor began to seep from the ground beneath.
Within hundreds of miles, the same scene unfolded on all lands, the white streams unceasingly flowing towards Sloan’s position.
No one knew what they were, but as these streams emerged, the Ancient Tree’s fear intensified even more.
Anya’s mind raced, trying to understand what could cause such dread in the Ancient Tree and suppress its immense vitality.
Suddenly, a realization dawned upon Anya, and she understood what those white vapors were.
Opposite life force, there was the Breath of Death.
Only a death energy vast enough to surpass the Ancient Tree could instill such panic.
Those white streams were clearly the manifestation of death energy within this area.
What kind of magic could aggregate so much death energy?
Inside the Zither Emperor vessel, Oliveira felt just as confounded.
Lacking the Ancient Tree’s intuition, he didn’t perceive as deeply as Anya.
The giant dragons surrounding the Zither Emperor were all chanting spells while Oliveira quietly watched over the battleground; thus far, it seemed the situation had stabilized.
Just then, Anya’s voice pierced through the Full-Scale Monitoring Control System within the Zither Emperor, “Quick, stop Sloan—don’t let his magic take effect.”
Anya’s tone was frantic, a sharp departure from her usual elegance and calm.
Oliveira reacted immediately, turning to Li Sha, who was in charge of the weaponry, and said, “Quick, charge the Cannon of Annihilation—get ready.”
The response from Qin City was swift, yet at that very moment, Sloan’s magic had reached pletion.
Without any warning or visible sign of a spell being cast, a purple-black glow suddenly appeared atop Qin City’s walls.
The purple light was extraordinarily sinister, covering an area of not more than a hundred square meters.
Against the deep purple backdrop, black rings slowly undulated and gently descended toward the ramparts.
“Long-range Army, retreat,” Oliveira manded abruptly to the forces on the walls.
Peja was quick to ply, obeying orders without question, adhering to Oliveira’s first military lesson for the Qin City Warriors.
However, the Qin City Warriors’ withdrawal was just a bit too slow, and the purple-black light had already reached the city walls.
Within a hundred square meters, nearly a hundred Qin City warriors and over a dozen Goblin Rippers were shrouded in it at once, and a terrifying scene ensued in the next moment.
Be it the warriors from the Qin City Long-Distance Corps or the Goblin Rippers, the moment they touched that purple-black light, they dissolved just like ice and snow, including the metallic bodies of the Goblin Rippers.
They found they could no longer move, only watch helplessly as their bodies gradually melted away.
As they dissolved, along with Sloan’s incessant chanting, the area of the purple-black light began to slowly expand.
In just an instant, after swallowing up hundreds of lives, the area of the purple-black light had already reached one hundred and fifty square meters, and the momentum of expansion was still growing.
Was this magic?
Dark Demon Magic?
There was no lack of mages in Qin City, but in their memories, they had never heard of any Dark Demon Magic with such effects.
The terrifying power of that purple-black light had only just begun.
As the warriors of Qin City were pletely dissolved, even the granite walls of the city began to melt, and at an extremely fast rate.
In the blink of an eye, a huge hole hundreds of square meters across was melted into the ramparts, and it still spread rapidly.
In mid-air, Gerard, the Holy Pegasus Knight, and Magic Eagle Holy Knight Kong Lingqi exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.
The people of Qin City did not recognize what this magic was, but they, who hailed from Faran, did.
The magic that Sloan was using at the moment was known as the forbidden among forbidden, the curse within curses in the Dark Demon Sect—it was a super-destructive forbidden curse that could devour all living and non-living things, and its name was as terrifying as its effects: Death Wither.
Everything within the range of Death Wither would corrode and dissolve, be that anything, and the energy contained within the dissolved objects would join into the magic itself.
The most significant feature of Death Wither was its unlimited spread.
As long as the mage casting it had enough magical power, it would keep corroding and devouring without end.
Death Wither could devour not just objects and living things but also magic.
Therefore, the only way to stop this magic was to target the mage casting it, make the mage stop chanting to interrupt it.
The spread of Death Wither was extremely fast, and any Qin City Warriors who were slightly slow to retreat were quickly engulfed.
In a short period, already a thousand people from the Long-range attack legion had been destroyed by Death Wither, their spirits pletely corroded by this horrific magic.
With Sloan’s magical power, if he were to continue using this magic, it wasn’t impossible to consume half of Qin City.
How long would it take for the magical power of the Eighth Rank of the Sub-God rank to be exhausted?
Grief flickered in Gerard’s eyes.
He would never be soft-hearted in killing, but pletely wiping out the spirits of the opponents touched his bottom line.
He was a Holy Knight of Faran, not a murderous demon.
“Master Sloan seems to have gone a bit too far,” Gerard said with a frown.
Kong Lingqi replied helplessly, “What can we do?
He’s already doing this; we can’t stop him, only protect him.
Gerard, the decisions of the Tower Masters are not ours to stop.
I think, Master Sloan must have his reasons; perhaps Death Wither will not be cast for too long.”
Gerard said with a wry smile, “What I fear is that once Master Sloan reaches a certain extent, even he won’t be able to control the effects of Death Wither.
If that happens, I’m afraid everything within Qin City will be destroyed, and nothing will grow for a thousand years.
Kong Lingqi, you should know, among the several forbidden spells strictly prohibited by Faran, Death Wither is the most notorious.”
Despite Gerard’s discontent, at this time, he was already unable to stop Sloan.
Once that formidable magical effect was unleashed, if it were interrupted, it would also cause severe damage to the mage himself.
Even Sloan would not dare to bear so many Breath of Deaths without the Soul Bead of Phil Jackson.
It was impossible not to have casualties on the battlefield, but for Qin City, the immediate loss of a thousand lives was still unprecedented.
With Ye Yinzhu absent and Oliveiro heartbroken as the mander, how could he explain this to Yin Zhu!
While Sloan continued to cast Death Wither, he coldly watched the opposing Qin City.
Oppose me, and I will obliterate your form and spirit.
Qin City, from today on, will be erased from this world.
Just as Sloan’s heart grew colder, suddenly, he saw that giant date pit-shaped object protected by giant dragons in the opposing sky slowly making its way forward, emerging from the protection of the dragons, with a strangely gleaming black cannon barrel slowly appearing at the forefront, radiating intense energy fluctuations.
(To be continued.
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