Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 294 Before the Divine Strike
The timing of the attack was perfect; it came at the very moment when her attention had been momentarily distracted after being repeatedly harassed.

Seria's mind was on high alert, and the Holy Sword Atos was instantly activated, deploying a barrier that blocked most of the mental impact.

However, a very small amount still seeped in, causing her a slight stinging and dizziness. Although she suppressed it instantly with her powerful mental strength, her movements inevitably became slightly sluggish.

"Now! Attack with all your might!" came the archmage's joyful roar from within the mist!

In an instant, all the hidden magicians seemed to have seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Various powerful attack spells shot at Celie from all directions and different angles, causing her to freeze briefly due to the mental shock.

At this moment, a crisis seems to be looming.

However, a hint of mockery flashed in Celia's eyes.

This is the opportunity she's been waiting for!
Faced with this terrifying concentrated fire that could obliterate mountains, she advanced instead of retreating.

The Holy Sword of Atos shone with unprecedented brilliance, and the barrier solidified to its limit, forcefully withstanding the first wave of the most intense attacks.

While she was defending, the Holy Sword of Org, which she had been preparing to unleash, finally moved.

Seria gripped the broad hilt of Org's sword with both hands, not to cast a spell, but to treat it as a holy sword, making a simple and unadorned slashing motion.

A flash of light appeared on the sword, and with her swing, a huge, visible crescent-shaped shockwave slashed forward!
Swish——!!!
It sounded like cloth being torn.

The white smoke that could interfere with perception was forcibly cleaved open, leaving a clear passage.

Even as the slash continued its relentless advance, it swept forward in a straight line, instantly reducing everything in its path, including the unfortunate mages caught in its trajectory, to dust.

The white smoke was forcibly torn apart, completely exposing the mages hidden within to Seria's view.

Their faces still bore the lingering elation of impending success and the sudden horror; their expressions were distorted, making them look particularly comical.

"How is this possible?! Our combined magic..."

The leading court mage screamed in disbelief.

This magic was a trump card they developed by imitating the eerie black mist of the Fallen God Land in the North, yet it was so violently broken by a single sword strike from the opponent?!

What terrified him even more were the three longswords floating behind Celia.

He naturally recognized the emerald green Athos; it was the symbol of the elven saint, and the reason why Seria was called the elven saint.

But what is the origin of that silver-white longsword and that ornately designed longsword that radiates pure light?
Why is the energy fluctuation and aura emanating from it in no way inferior to that of Athos?!

Just how many trump cards does this elf have up its sleeve?!
"Keep attacking! She's already exhausted!"

The archmage suppressed his fear and gave a desperate command, attempting a final struggle.

Having reached this point, they had no way out and could only grit their teeth and engage in a final, head-on battle with this unfathomable elven saint.

But it seems that Celia has had enough of this group's constant harassment.

Countless magic circles appeared around her, each with incredibly complex and unfathomable runes. As a powerful mage, the leading mage instantly had a terrifying thought.

Could that be some kind of forbidden magic?
On the ground, Lord seemed to have grown tired of this simplistic killing.

He looked at the soldiers, who, despite suffering heavy casualties, were still surging forward like a tide under the command of their officers, and sighed softly.

"It's time to end this." He stopped using scattered spatial magic and, like Celia, began to unleash his full magical power.

A magical power far greater and more terrifying than ever before began to gather around him.

In an instant, all the magic on the entire battlefield was frantically converging towards Lord and Seria.

Even the space within the barrier began to tremble violently, and the confinement barrier in the sky emitted a cracking sound as it could not bear the weight!
All the surviving soldiers felt the soul-chilling aura of destruction, and their charging steps involuntarily stopped as they stared in horror at the black-haired man whose aura was as terrifying as that of a god.

Faced with the relentless and persistent attacks of the Imperial Legion, which seemed to have a lingering, unbearable affliction, Lord and Celia's patience finally ran out.

Continuing to waste time like this is pointless. Neither of them are executioners who enjoy killing. Since these people are loyal to the Southern Unified Empire and that emperor, they might as well send them on their way sooner.

It's time to let Leggett and his ambitions see what true despair is.

Moreover, he will have to pay the heaviest price for his ambition.

Their eyes met briefly in the air, and without a word, they reached a consensus.

They simultaneously stopped what they were doing, took a slight step back, and a completely different aura began to emanate from them. At the same time, countless magic circles appeared around them.

This aura was not the overwhelming magical pressure released during the previous battle, but a terrifying power that made the entire world tremble and caused the surrounding magical power to surge.

Divine Strike Magic.

The strongest offensive magic in the world was originally extinct, but it was preserved through Lord's improvement. Moreover, now only Lord and Celia know this magic.

"What is he going to do?!"

The commander of the legion besieging Lord shouted, though he didn't understand why, but his biological instincts made him feel the extreme danger.

He frantically urged his soldiers to attack, yelling, "Quickly! Interrupt him!"

The surviving soldiers surged forward like a tide, unleashing arrows, javelins, and even the mages hidden within the ranks, all pouring down like a torrential rain on Lord's location.

Meanwhile, the court mages who had just survived Seria's attack turned deathly pale when they sensed the brewing energy fluctuations.

Their magical perception was countless times more acute than that of ordinary soldiers, so they could naturally sense the terror of the magic that Seria was about to unleash.

"This...this fluctuation...impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

An elderly mage's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, his entire body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice became shrill and distorted.

"Even the surrounding space began to tremble, and all the magic was uncontrollably surging towards her. What kind of magic is this?!"

“Ancient…so ancient! Older than all existing magic! I’ve only vaguely sensed this power in fragmented books describing the mythological era!”

Another magician from the Spiritual Age had a face filled with near-mad fear and a hint of morbid fanaticism.

"It's it! It must be it! That legendary technique, capable of slaying even gods... God's Strike!!!"

"Divine Strike? That long-lost... forbidden magic of the Skywing Clan?!"

Upon hearing this, the other mages turned deathly pale.

(End of this chapter)