Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 199 The Power of Super-Level Magic

Guided by Harvey, a high-speed rotating silver ring flew towards his duel opponent Lugal.

Rugal, who was caught in a brief period of magical stagnation, was not panicked. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stomped his feet on the ground quickly. Three layers of illusory shields immediately appeared in front of him.

The illusory shield seemed as fragile as transparent crystal, but the moment it came into contact with the silver ring, it erupted with a strong arcane fluctuation. Countless twisted and wriggling magic inscriptions appeared on the shield, barely resisting the explosive lightning burst from the silver ring.

This was not a defensive spell he released, but a high-level defensive magic weapon that also had an active activation effect!

The silver ring that hit the defensive magic shield made a slight crackling sound and showed signs of breaking that were visible to the naked eye.

Lucard narrowed his eyes slightly and began to recite a spell quickly. He wanted to take advantage of the gap between the opponent's manipulation of magic and his own magic weapon to launch another spell attack.

He is a hundred times better than a research-based spellcaster like Harvey at seizing the opportunity when the enemy is casting a spell and using instant spells to kill with one blow!
Ever since Lucard was expelled from the family, he could no longer obtain the corresponding resources to improve his abilities, nor did he have the opportunity to enjoy the anti-magic transformation of his body and the secret method of strengthening his mental power. Therefore, with his own magical energy reserves, without spell buffering and recovery potions, he could only quickly release five or six high-level general spells at most, and his mental strength and magical energy would fall into a stage of exhaustion.

Moreover, for the sake of fairness in the duel, the Federation informed him before the duel began that he was prohibited from using the offensive magic weapons uniformly distributed by the Federation to the Mage Corps. Most of these mass-produced alchemical magic weapons came from the assistance of the Exploration Society, and Lucard himself had no additional magical assets except for a high-level defensive magic weapon.

As Lugal cast the spell quickly, dozens of crystal spheres appeared and danced around his body. They seemed to follow some kind of operating rules, constantly colliding with each other and emitting waves of arcane energy.

Seventh-ring universal attack spell—multiple arcane orbs!
This is a powerful universal spell with a cumulative attack effect. Although the attack power of a single magic ball is not significant, with the strong mental strength and magic reserves of high-level spellcasters, when dozens of balls are condensed and activated at one time, it is comparable to the effect of a small-scale spell sweeping the ground.

Although Harvey had learned about the opponent's fighting habits and attack methods in advance through the information sent by the magic shield and the man in the mirror, he still felt a little shocked at this moment. He always thought that only elemental spellcasters loved to use intensive spells to bombard the enemy. He didn't expect that this arcane battle mage was also a madman who dared to drain his own magic power in battle and pursued killing the enemy with one blow.

Of course, he would not give the other party a chance to complete the spell. Under the effect of soul separation, the trace of thought that was far away but always remained connected suddenly trembled, like a string plucked by an invisible hand.

Super-level magic "Information Frenzy"!
The spiritual seed buried deep in the sea of consciousness exploded instantly, and countless chaotic and broken information and memory fragments turned into layers of phantoms, rushing out from the puppet's raised head and facial features like ghosts.

The originally large-scale indiscriminate mental impact, after the wave energy touched the protective magic circle in the Hall of Truth, suddenly bounced back and rushed straight towards the battle mage Lugal who had just finished casting a spell.

The shock wave directly passed over the arcane shield that was fighting against the magnetic silver ring, and poured into Lugal's mouth which was constantly opening and closing to chant spells.

In an instant, Lucard felt as if a large amount of twisted and strange information fragments were suddenly stuffed into his mind.

Countless magnificent and majestic buildings, as huge as the sky and space, stand tall, blocking out the sky and the sun...

Hundreds and thousands of strange metal carriages, pulled by no horses but moving at lightning speed, covered the ground...

A mysterious flying beast, appearing and disappearing from the clouds above, flew through the sky, emitting a deafening roar...

People wearing all kinds of strange and exotic costumes passed by him like a tide...

He subconsciously turned his head and saw countless unknown symbols and words quickly appearing on a mirror object beside him that was constantly shining with different colors of light. In just a blink of an eye, it seemed as if billions of huge streams of information were pouring into his brain.

The biting cold, accompanied by the fear of the unknown, rose from Lucard's soul and gradually spread throughout his body. He wanted to release magic, but he could not draw any mental strength from his empty sea of consciousness.

On the shining mirror object, the strange runes suddenly stopped and instantly condensed into a human face composed of lines, and gave him a twisted smile.

There was a roar from deep within his soul, and Lucard's heart skipped a beat. Then everything went black before his eyes and he lost all consciousness.

The shield condensed by the magic weapon dissipated in an instant, and the resistance melted away, leaving only a thin silver ring that broke free from the shackles and spun and bombarded his body.

Silver-white lightning burst and exploded, like tangible plasma swarming through his body before soaring into the air and crashing into the top of the protective formation. The explosion was deafening, and thick black smoke filled the area, forming a small mushroom cloud.

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A black-robed wizard sitting on the right side of the platform suddenly stood up and shouted in shock and anger: "Dawson's Soul-Sucking Technique? He actually used the creative technique of Lord Dawson!"

Dawson shook his head gravely and turned to look at Salas, who sat at the top of the table with an indecipherable expression. "If I'm not mistaken, he just used two... high-level creative spells, right?"

Sarath pursed her lips and smiled, her expression noncommittal.

"It's not my soul-sucking technique. Judging from the effect of the technique, it's a mental attack, not a curse attack..." Dawson's loud voice echoed in the Hall of Truth.

The protective magic circle covering the duel area in the hall was removed, and after a breeze blew away the black smoke and gray fog that filled it, revealing two figures, one standing and one lying inside.

Harvey's soul puppet was barely standing in place, but its body was shaking and it seemed like it would collapse at any time.

Lucard looked rather miserable, his face was pale, blood was gushing out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his body below the chest was blasted like charcoal by the magic.

The black-robed wizard who had first raised the question leaped from the platform and floated down to the center of the hall. He walked over to Lucard, squatted down, examined him for a moment, and said woodenly, "He's hopeless! Carry him away!"

All the spellcasters sitting on the high platform were silent...

Suddenly, a man stood up from the platform behind Harvey's right. He was a burly man with messy red hair. He laughed and said, "So, Mr. Kel'Thuzad won, right? How impressive!"

Everyone's gazes immediately converged on him with complicated expressions. A thin, gentle man sitting beside him hurriedly tugged at his robe sleeve and whispered, "Fell! Sit down and be quiet!"

The black-robed wizard walked up to the puppet Harvey and demanded, "Even if it wasn't Lord Dawson's Soul Drain, it must have been two high-level creative spells. Which legendary lord in the seven wizard kingdoms are you a disciple of?"

He paused, looked around the platform, and said through gritted teeth, "Are you planning to come here on behalf of the Wizarding Kingdom to provoke the Federation?"

Phil Holden, who had just sat back in his chair, suddenly stood up again and cursed, "Gould, your subordinate was defeated in the duel, and you are going to stand up for him on the spot, right? Don't forget who initiated the challenge!"

The black-robed wizard Gould's face flushed red as he defended himself, "As the head of the Federation's combat department, I have an obligation to investigate and question outside spellcasters!"

Fair yelled, "You petty piece of shit!"

Fran McCaughlin, who was sitting next to Fair, stood up helplessly and said with a straight face, "Both parties in the magic duel have been vetted by the Federation, and identity verification was also carried out before the duel began. Even if you don't trust the Ministry of Affairs, you wouldn't doubt Master Taling Enzo, right?"

At this moment, the first chief Kemo Salas, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"Alright, the duel is over. No need to argue any further. Let's all disperse..." He paused, looking at Harvey, who was still barely standing, and added softly, "Send Mr. Kel'Thuzad out of the Sky Region..."

Harvey, who was trying hard not to faint, suddenly heard a secret voice from Mr. "Scorching Lord" through the puppet.

"Mr. Kel'Thuzad, don't forget to return the Transfiguration Eye that Mr. Shadow Knight lent you. It's one of his few treasured toys."

(End of this chapter)