You are all my wings...

Coincidentally, Leon belongs to the former category, a rare individual who has mastered magical imagery to a high degree and developed multiple combination spells.

Soon, as he meditated, the familiar sense of resonance returned!

Chapter 140 Perfect Mastery of Hurricane Bullets

This sense of resonance is truly wonderful.

Leon felt that this resonance was rhythmic; the more detailed his process of dismantling the magical combination, the stronger the resonance would become from the sacred mural.

Under this powerful resonance, he found himself suddenly grasping many magical details that he had never understood before.

This feeling is very strange. The knowledge is still the knowledge I originally possessed, but under this resonance, I noticed many rough parts of my understanding.

Originally, perhaps having understood 90% of the principle, one could quickly chant and cast the spell.

But now, the most difficult part has also been completed.

Moreover, this process of completion is gradual, slowly guiding oneself, allowing one to see the magical imagery become more and more complete and solid from a high-level perspective.

It even reaches the point where, even if the magical imagery in one's mind is erased, one can instantly recall it again.

Leon was completely absorbed in it, feeling that he had reached the same level of mastery over the Hurricane Bullet spell as he had when casting beginner spells.

However, after reaching this level, he vaguely sensed that it wasn't enough, not enough at all!

This layer is simply the limit of one's original self.

But above this level, there seems to be an even stronger hidden realm!

Yes, it's missing that finishing touch!

It lacks a certain mystique, a core element that makes the magical imagery more vivid!

Once this core image is filled in, one may be able to perfectly master this magical image!

Once you reach this level, perhaps something even more amazing will happen before your eyes!

Driven by this impulse and thirst for knowledge, he devoted himself to meditating on the imagery of the Hurricane Bullet magic.

Resonating with the imagery of the giant salamander in the sacred mural, we continuously explore and try to find that crucial core image that brings the painting to life.

Time passed slowly as he continued to delve deeper into his research.

Twenty-nine hours after the Marquis of Rhine and his entourage left.

Bovary stood anxiously near Lyon and said to Mark beside him:

"Look, Your Excellency has been meditating for a day and a half now and still hasn't woken up. Even if you have some understanding of the sacred mural, it shouldn't take this long. Could something unexpected have happened?"

Mark stroked his chin, pondering:

"It's hard to say. Perhaps Your Excellency is exceptionally gifted and has truly grasped some essence. It's possible that you're too engrossed in it and can't wake up for a while, isn't that possible?"

"The main concern is that Your Majesty's body might not be able to handle it. I've noticed that even though the Holy Maiden and Miss Iris have gained some insights, they have also had to stop meditating midway to replenish their food."

Bovary remained worried.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency is not someone who doesn't know what's good for him. With his physique, he can easily go without food or water for several days. Besides, the sacred murals aren't anything dangerous. He's probably just in a wonderful state and doesn't want to quit."

Mark comforted him.

"I hope so."

Bovary took a deep breath and said.

Iris and Berylita were also in a state of high addiction, and each time they exited meditation, they would immediately replenish their food and then immediately re-enter meditation.

Therefore, neither of them paid attention to the situation of others.

As for Macchiato, although she had reached her limit before, seeing Leon so engrossed and absorbed, she couldn't help but wonder if Leon had really found a way.

So she repeatedly observed Leon's movements, gradually getting into her own rhythm, and didn't pay any attention to Leon.

……

In the blink of an eye, thirty-six hours had passed since the Marquis of Rhine left.

"My God, I think I've found something!"

Carl jumped up suddenly.

Startled awake, Milo yawned and said:

"Really? You've said that more than a dozen times already, aren't you tired of it?"

"It's different this time, it's really different!"

Karl drew his magic sword and began to practice his combat skills.

After practicing more than thirty times, he seemed to get the hang of it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, stepped forward with one foot, gathered magic power around his body, stimulated his physical strength, twisted his waist, bent his elbow, and a highly condensed power surged forward as he stomped his other foot on the ground, causing the ground to cave in.

then--

With the immense power of the sprint, the sword was swung out.

Boom!

Amazing magic transformed into sharp blades that coiled around the sword. With a sudden swing, the magical blades shot forward, cleaving the ground and booming out of the valley with astonishing force.

It was his fourth-level combat technique, Demonic Slash!

The original conventional way to use this move was to envelop the sword blade with magic, enhancing the destructive power of the combat technique, and creating a terrifying attack effect comparable to intermediate magic at close range.

Although its attack range and flexibility are far inferior to intermediate magic, its destructive power is considerable when it hits at close range.

However, Karl managed to use this fourth-tier combat skill at an even higher level.

That is to treat combat skills as ranged skills and release them.

Upon seeing this, Milo initially dismissed it, but after understanding the situation, his eyes suddenly widened:

"No, did you really glean something from the sacred murals?"

Carl proudly wiped his nose and leaned on the ground with his sword:

"Of course! I'm not stupid either. It's impossible that several people in the group have grasped the truth while I haven't. Do you see? That's the essential difference between me and the other three of you!"

Milo instinctively put his hands on the ground, looking as if he had been severely shocked.

"Am I even worse than that idiot Carl? How could that be?"

Mark walked over and said, "I was wondering why there was such a commotion. Isn't this the second stage of the Magic Penetration Strike that Karl was secretly practicing before entering the dungeon? Why is he suddenly using it here today?"

"What, what two-stage usage, what secret training, Mark, don't talk nonsense."

Karl quickly clarified.

The so-called two-stage use of combat techniques is a method that uses at least twice the amount of magic power to complete the same move, thus greatly increasing its power.

Generally speaking, whether it's combat skills or magic, it's not better to consume more magic power at once; in fact, it's a waste because the power fluctuates within a fixed range.

The second-stage usage means that within the range of double magic power consumption, the power can still be amplified normally, and there will be no diminishing marginal utility.

This is a skill that few people practice, because they would rather spend that time practicing fifth-level combat techniques.

Milo immediately smiled, patted his knees, and stood up steadily:

"I told you, you're not being honest. You're showing off the moves you secretly practiced before, but you haven't actually grasped anything, have you?"

"No, absolutely not! This is something I only realized today!"

Karl was extremely embarrassed. He hadn't expected that Mark would know so much about the move he had secretly practiced.

And it was at this moment—

Boom!

A bright fireball suddenly lit up in front of them and shot into the sky.

"What's going on? An enemy attack?"

The group suddenly became alert and looked at the person who had instigated the fireball. It turned out to be Leon.

How did he suddenly activate magic?

And it's intermediate-level magic?

Its power and range seem to be greater than those of ordinary intermediate-level magic?

Amidst their surprise, the three of them quickly looked up at the dark sky illuminated by the fireballs, and towards the direction from which the fireballs had been fired. Nearly a hundred meters up, there was an eight-meter-long fifth-class eagle!

Chapter 141 The Terror of Perfect-Level Magical Imagery

What follows will be a scene that Karl and his two companions will never forget.

Suddenly, Leon unleashed a fireball that ripped through the dark sky in the blink of an eye. While illuminating a large area of ​​the dark cave, it also revealed the five-tiered eagle, which was circling high above, ready to swoop down at any moment, but it was caught off guard and hit by this violently spinning, high-speed fireball.

The three people standing on the ground simultaneously felt a slight warm airflow and felt the dust on the ground float.

Gaaaaaah!!

The five-step eagle let out a miserable cry, its huge wings drooped, and it plummeted straight down from mid-air.

The enormous body tore through the air with a whooshing sound, and the knights' pupils suddenly contracted. The direction of the fall was clearly right above them!

They quickly dodged to the side, and as they rolled, they felt the violent ground tremors caused by the massive body of the fifth-tier eagle crashing to the ground, along with large plumes of dust that made their mouths and noses tingle.

At that moment, Carl caught a glimpse of Leon reaching out again, a fireball wrapped in a high-speed cyclone instantly coalescing in his palm:

"You three, get a little further away."

Karl felt a chill run down his spine.

Not only can Lord Leon cast a mid-level spell as powerful as the one just now without chanting, but he can also unleash a second wave at high speed?

Without much hesitation, the terrifying sense of impending death and the strong instinct for survival made Carl lunge forward.

Boom!

A loud bang followed, and then the eagle let out another mournful cry, its voice sharp and piercing.

At the same time, Carl felt a high-temperature thrust sweeping up from behind, and his forward lunge suddenly accelerated out of control, tumbling and rolling several times forward. It must have been the powerful shockwave generated by the fireball hitting the Eagle's temporary defensive shield.

He forced himself to stand up quickly, feeling a burning pain in his back, and was shocked.

He immediately turned to look ahead and saw that, after the dust had settled, the five-tiered eagle, at least eight meters long and six meters tall, was struggling to stand upright, its hooves raised. This startled Karl, who drew his sword sharply, ready to meet the attack.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the eagle's enormous wings on its shoulders and its two pairs of forelegs were severely burned, with large areas of charred blackening penetrating deep into the bone marrow, and even the bones were carbonized.

Is this still the power that intermediate-level magic should have?

Even if it's still not as effective or sustainable as the Saintess's Annihilation Magic, its activation efficiency is still terrifying, isn't it?

One slap at a time, without any chanting or pauses!

Karl was shocked again.

Could this be the new magic that Leon has comprehended after two sleepless days and nights of continuous practice?

"I've crippled this eagle's wings and forelegs, so it can't use its skills anymore. Now, I'll hand it over to you three to cook."

Lyon's voice came through.

Carl gritted his teeth and went for it!

Even if I haven't gained any insights from the sacred murals yet, I can still become stronger by increasing my practical experience!

He rushed forward—

Demonic Slash!

……

Leon stopped paying attention to the battle between Carl and his two companions and the Falcon.

A half-crippled ordinary monster, even if it's at rank 5, has negligible destructive power.

The fifth-tier eagle was also unlucky; just as it was about to attack the people in the valley, it was discovered by the wind detection magic that Leon habitually released.