Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 284 The Holy Sword Wielder Who Can Create Clones

All the soldiers and mages here are absolutely loyal to the empire and are the most elite. How could they possibly back down just because of a word of persuasion from the other party?

Let alone the fact that the other party is Celie's apprentice, even if the other party were the Godslayer himself, it would be absolutely impossible!
Moreover, the other party's words were almost tantamount to tearing away all pretense and putting the hostility between the two sides into the open.

But what could he say?
Rebuttal? Action?
He can't do anything!
He could only glare fiercely at Lord and Seria, forcing out a single word through gritted teeth:

"……it is good!"

After saying that, he turned around abruptly and left without looking back, leading his disheveled men.

The empire's vanguard army, in an extremely eerie atmosphere, came to a complete halt and camped in place.

The massive camp was perched on the wilderness, facing off against the small tent at the very edge.

Lord and Celia were happy to have some peace and quiet.

Although the soldiers monitoring them were still there, they no longer stayed around them under the guise of protection as before. Instead, they kept a distance and simply confirmed that the two were still in the same place.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and night fell once more.

Inside the tent, Lord, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, and Celia, who was flipping through a magic book, opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

“The surrounding soldiers are rapidly withdrawing, seemingly forming a central area,” Lord spoke first.

“Hmm.” Celia closed the book, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes. She sensed things further away. “Not only that, some very special beings are rapidly approaching.”

Their auras were concealed very well, using the highest level of concealment magic, but it was still a little lacking.

However, the energy fluctuations emanating from them were somewhat peculiar, carrying a similar aura.

coming.

The emperor of that empire had prepared the real killing move.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lord unleashed a powerful detection spell that instantly spread out from him, meticulously scanning the surrounding area for several kilometers.

“Something’s not right,” Lord suddenly said. “This time it’s a little different.”

"Hmm, there are more of them than before, but why are their auras almost identical? Interesting."

Faced with this special situation, Celia couldn't quite understand it, but Lord did think of a certain possibility, or rather, a certain extremely cautious person, and the magic he used.

In their perception, there were more than twenty entities with completely identical energy fluctuations, flanking the tent from all directions.

Their coordination was much tighter than the previous two waves of assassins; they were like one person, and each of them held a platinum longsword that exuded a chilling aura.

"Not only can they create clones? And the swords they're holding... they seem even stronger than ordinary magical weapons?" Lord raised an eyebrow.

Before the words were even finished, more than twenty figures launched an attack simultaneously.

They rushed in from all directions, their movements perfectly synchronized. The platinum swords in their hands unleashed dazzling sword light, weaving into a destructive energy net that instantly engulfed the tent and the surrounding area!
Boom——! ! !
The deafening explosion swept through the entire camp.

The earth trembled violently, and the blinding light illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime. The terrifying shockwave instantly tore the surrounding tents and fences that had not yet been evacuated to shreds!

The legion commander was terrified and hastily ordered his troops to retreat.

"Didn't His Majesty say he was going to send out a powerful assassin? But with all this commotion and these methods, is it really an assassination?" he muttered to himself.

However, with such immense power, wouldn't those two guys be dead?! However, as the light and smoke dissipated slightly, a breathtaking scene unfolded.

Lord and Celia stood unharmed.

The Athos in Celia's hand emitted a soft golden halo, unfolding a barrier that perfectly protected the two of them.

However, dozens of clear cracks appeared on the originally indestructible barrier.

Although these cracks are being repaired rapidly, this is undoubtedly something that has never happened before!
"It actually managed to break through Athos's defenses?" Celia looked at the cracks in the barrier, her face showing genuine surprise for the first time.

For the past thousand years, Celia has never seen anything that could break through Atos's defenses.

A thousand years ago, only two beings were able to break through Atos's defenses.

One is the eroding divine power remaining from the land of fallen gods, and the other is the goddess of procreation.

Although Atos's defenses have not been completely breached, there is no doubt that the opponent's attack has a special anti-magic effect.

But how is that possible?
Atos's defensive magic is at the demigod level; could it be that these assassins' attacks all possess demigod-level power?
If that's the case, then other countries don't need to fight; they might as well surrender as soon as possible.

"Pay attention to the longswords in their hands. If I'm not mistaken, those should be holy swords."

Lord's expression also became slightly more serious.

He never expected that Leggett would actually create a holy sword in this era, a holy sword specifically designed to target mages.

During the attack just now, he clearly sensed that the sword light emitted by the longsword in the opponent's hand contained a power that was close to the level of law.

It doesn't break through with brute force, but rather acts more like a negation and disintegration, directly affecting the magic itself and rendering it ineffective.

It means that no demon can break through its defenses!
“This isn’t a simple energy attack; it has the properties of breaking magic laws.” Lord quickly made the judgment. “Be careful; our conventional defensive magic may not work.”

The moment they spoke, the twenty-odd clones raised their holy swords again, and a second wave of terrifying combined attacks was already brewing.

"Annoying fellow!" Celia snorted, clearly enraged by the sneak attack and the fact that her opponent was able to break through her defenses.

She no longer simply defended; instead, layers of magic circles unfolded in her hands.

Given Celia's strength, her magic was already completed before these mages could launch their combined attack.

In an instant, countless beams of pure energy rained down from the sky, precisely covering the location of each attacker.

Each beam of light contained Celie's powerful magic, enough to instantly vaporize steel.

The attackers immediately swung their holy swords to parry, and in the flashes of the swords, they actually managed to shatter or deflect most of the rain of light.

Although they looked a bit disheveled, they did manage to block Celie's angry attack!
"Impressive. Even a replica of the Holy Sword can utilize that spell-breaking property to some extent."

Lord observed the battle, his fingers subtly moving in front of him, trying to identify which of the attackers was the real one.

Lord realized the attackers were like clones the moment he saw them and they made their move.

Even the holy sword in the opponent's hand is an example of this.

However, the ability of the Holy Sword to be copied should be an inherent characteristic of the sword, not a magical effect of the attacker, and the power of the Holy Sword would be greatly reduced after it is split.

(End of this chapter)