Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 153 Promotion, Rank!

"Captain, those patterns formed by star core sands aren't seals, but rather the way to break them—"

Ronan knew it was too late to offer any hints, but he still wanted to explain, "Captain, I think I've been—"

"I know."

Reihart's face darkened. "Our perceptions have been altered, which has led to biases."

After saying that, his soul armor quickly covered his entire body. "This is the curse that the Death Curse Spirit is most skilled at."

"Everyone! On my command, immediately split into different directions at top speed and escape back to the academy!" Reihart shouted to the entire team.

But he found that no one responded.

His heart skipped a beat. He turned around and looked back, only to find that everyone was surrounded by an invisible wall of air, preventing sound from reaching them.

The other two, including Ronan, looked at each other in bewilderment.

They suddenly realized they couldn't hear anything, but Captain Black had already turned his head and was saying something.

Lan Bing and Qing Lan felt a chill run down their spines.

They weren't unaware of the strange creatures in the sky; they simply had more faith in Lehart's abilities.

However, the silence of the world only fueled their panic.

Captain Black Demon assumed a battle stance, but instead of attacking the creature in the air, he looked over with a terrified expression.

His mouth kept opening and closing, as if he were saying something, but strangely, no sound came out.

However, everyone understood his last lip movements.

That's the simplest word:

run.

Lan Bing and Qing Lan didn't care about anything else and immediately took off running.

The two of them remained hidden and did not move very fast, but with the help of their survival instincts, they ran quite a distance in the blink of an eye.

In contrast, Ronan stood still.

He noticed that Lehart wasn't doing well and wanted to see if he could help.

He didn't know what this cursed spirit was that could make Lehart so wary—but no matter what, he was the one who released it, and he couldn't let Lehart stay behind while he escaped.

So even though he understood Reihart's orders, he did not choose to obey them.

He simply looked at the other person with a firm gaze and nodded solemnly.

Lehart gave him a deep look.

Immediately, he conjured a giant soul axe and cleaved it towards the creature in the air.

Ronan followed instantly, firing a powerful "scorching ray" at the same time.

Lehart's Soul Axe grew rapidly into the air, quickly obscuring the sky.

He swung his axe down at the cursed spirit.

Ronan's rays arrived first, the thick incandescent beams completely enveloping the creatures in the air.

However, a scene that shocked Ronan unfolded.

The incandescent light dissipated, and the Cursed Spirit remained unharmed.

He not only received no feedback of being hit, but he also vaguely felt that some of the energy of the ray was absorbed.

The other party seemed to be roaming in another space, yet was able to interfere with reality.

What exactly is this thing? What could possibly harm it?

Ronan was utterly shocked.

However, he soon received an answer.

Lehart's Soul Axe struck the Death Curse Spirit, which could not dodge and could only resist.

It was more of a hard-bearing struggle than a resistance.

The overwhelming Soul Axe, with its immense power, cleaved a narrow gash in its chest.

Ronan was overjoyed upon seeing this.

It seems we need to change our strategy and use psychological attacks.

However, he possessed very little mental magic, let alone mental attacks.

Ronan had witnessed the power of Lehart's Soul Axe attack before, but now he could only leave a not-too-deep wound on the chest of the Death Curse Spirit. This shows just how high the opponent's defense and resistance were.

The Cursed Spirit was wounded by this attack and immediately went into counterattack mode.

It extended a claw and swung it downwards toward Lehart's location.

Immediately afterwards, a claw-like attack that blotted out the sky rushed over and pressed heavily towards Lehart.

Wearing Soul Armor, Lehart's attack instantly created a large crater in the ground.

As the smoke cleared and he struggled to his feet, his once incredibly sturdy and impenetrable soul armor was now teetering on the brink of collapse.

Ronan realized he had underestimated the intensity of the battle.

He had initially thought that the Deathly Curse Spirit's strength was roughly equal to that of Lehart. But the truth was clearly different; the Deathly Curse Spirit was definitely far stronger than Lehart.

Worse still, this cursed spirit clearly won't only target Reihart.

Ronan noticed that the other person was looking at him.

In an instant, a life-or-death crisis descended.

His heart rate spiked instantly, his blood boiled, and his brain raced.

All reason tells him one fact:

will die.

There's no escaping it, no stopping it.

With his current strength, once the opponent launches an attack, he will have no way to escape and will not even have the means to resist.

Unless one completely abandons this physical body and escapes into the temple space to seek a sliver of hope—but then one becomes a wandering ghost, losing all reliance on the real world.

No, I have so much to do; I can't possibly die here like this.

Ronan shouted in his heart, and the Seed of Class appeared out of thin air in his hand.

He must immediately inscribe the primal magic and advance to the next class!

Engraving "Elemental Flying Sword" — too slow!

Engraving the "Original Soul Seed" — no, that's still too slow!

This is the "scorching ray," engraved!

This first spell he learned was successfully inscribed into his class seed in moments, becoming his original magic.

Immediately, the seed of class merged into his mind.

Ronan felt his mental strength rising rapidly, and the quality of his soul was also improving. His mental strength more than doubled instantly, from 102 to 220.

At the same time, the power of the "Burning Ray," as the source of magic, has also undergone a qualitative leap.

Ronan attacked the Cursed Spirit without hesitation.

At this moment, the "scorching ray" is no longer the original white light, but a dangerous ray mixed with red and black.

This launcher has lost its original bulky size, now only as thick as an arm, but its speed has been increased by an incredible amount, almost like teleportation.

Most importantly, the current "Burning Ray" has the ability to damage souls, and it is this that has made it effective against the Cursed Spirit.

The red and black rays struck the opponent but did not penetrate. Instead, they softened like magma, forming several chains that quickly bound the opponent.

As soon as the chains made contact with the body of the cursed spirit, puffs of white smoke rose up.

The cursed spirit unexpectedly let out a miserable scream.

"A beam of light with purifying power—" Lehart stood there, stunned, and uttered a dazed sound.

He never imagined that Ronan would inscribe primal magic at this time, becoming an elemental mage in a short time, and seemingly a light mage as well.

If this were merely a desperate measure to protect oneself, that would be one thing—

But why is it that once he successfully advanced, his strength was subtly a step above mine?

Reihart shook his head, trying to clear his head and regain his senses.

Keep in mind, he's a second-tier necromancer.