A Fight to the Death
Vitru had asked Amon how he was able to use both advanced body arts and magic at the same time. Amon was so nervous that he didn't seem nervous at all. He bowed to Vitru and said, "Lord Vitru, I didn't expect to see you here. But it's no wonder. How could a bunch of losers like Obama catch up with me? I'm sure there's a master in your team who's good at tracking … "
Vitru and the others showed complacent expressions. Suddenly, they heard Havon's voice, "Be careful!"
But it was too late to be careful. Amon bowed and knelt on one knee as if he was saluting. His right hand loosened the staff on the ground, and he took out another silver shield out of thin air. He stuck it into the ground and used it as a shield to protect himself. Then, he waved his right hand and threw out several scrolls as if they were petals.
Vitru and the others knew that Amon had scrolls with him. They had also mentioned that they had to be on guard against Amon. But in the end, they failed. No one had expected Amon to throw out the scrolls so easily. Three high-grade scrolls and one mid-grade scroll. He didn't even blink. He was just speaking and saluting when he bowed.
Amon had been studying the new scrolls along the way. He had discovered that none of the advanced scrolls were as advanced as the two he had used in the Underworld. It was no wonder that Nero would deliberately use them as a reward. Those three scrolls were indeed the proudest works of his life. They were extraordinary. Even among the advanced scrolls, none of them were as advanced as the one he had used on the Euphrate River, the Song of Ice and Fire.
These scrolls were all standard standard scrolls that could cast specific magic spells. With so many of them, it was already rare to find them. With Amon's current magical power, it was possible to control one high-grade magic at a time, but it was probably impossible to control two or three at the same time. But Amon, just like in the Underworld, only unfolded the scroll to activate the magic and did not control it.
The first scroll was called "Dancing Wind Blade". It was a high level magic that attacked indiscriminately in a large area. The wind in the valley was chaotic. Countless tiny air particles were condensed and compressed like sharp blades, flying in all directions in a disorderly manner. Wherever it passed, the trees and grass were turned into fragments, and smoke rose from the ground.
The second advanced magic scroll was Space Fissure. It was also an advanced magic that attacked indiscriminately in a wide area. It was mixed with countless wind blades, distorting the space. Tiny cracks appeared in the air. The branches that were swept into the air were silently dislocated, as if they had been cut in half by some unknown force.
The third high-level scroll was' Frost Mist '. A thick fog rose from the forest, and tiny ice crystals spread out in all directions, like needles that couldn't be seen with the naked eye. Its attack power was not very great, but it had a very good effect of blocking line of sight and interfering with detection, making it difficult for people to find Amon's position, and it was difficult to tell from which direction these attacks came from.
The changing wind blades were mixed with the sudden appearance of space cracks. Covered by the Frost Mist, it was difficult for people to detect them. This was a trick Amon had figured out long ago. He believed that using these three scrolls at the same time could achieve the best damage. Moreover, they were the most unexpected and difficult to defend against.
Amon unfolded the scrolls and no longer controlled them. This meant that he was also under the attack of the scrolls. But he was prepared. He knelt on the ground and used his heavy shield to block most of the attacks from the front and the top. A light shield rose along the curved surface of the shield and completely protected him. At the same time, Amon quickly picked up the staff on the ground and raised it up. The dust in front of him condensed into a thick and solid wall. This was the advanced magic Wall Fortification. Obama had just used it, but Amon was much more skillful than him.
Even if Vitru knew that Amon could use scrolls, he didn't expect that Amon would use so many advanced magic scrolls at the same time. And he didn't expect that Amon would also put himself under the attack of the scrolls. He didn't care about money, but he also didn't care about his own life. He was willing to spend a huge sum of money to cut people down.
Vitru and the others also had scrolls with them, but they didn't use them right away. On one hand, they didn't need them to deal with Amon. On the other hand, they were Lord Julien's magic scrolls. It would be best if they didn't use them. The scrolls that Amon threw out were equivalent to a vast and luxurious manor on fire. Herds of cattle, servants, beautiful women, luxurious clothes, and gold and silver were all turned into mist, blades of wind, and fissures.
Amon didn't control the power of the three advanced magic scrolls. Instead, he controlled another advanced magic scroll and aimed it at Vitru. He didn't want this brilliant mage to launch a desperate counterattack. At the same time, he didn't want Vitru to have a chance to use the scroll on him. Therefore, he decided to temporarily stop Vitru's attack.
This advanced magic scroll didn't cause any damage. It could only temporarily confine the target in a certain space. Amon had used it on the Euphrate River to deal with the serpent monster. Later, Gilgamesh compensated him with a similar scroll. Now, he threw it out again. Vitru sensed that the space around him had been constricted. He seemed to have been cut off from the battlefield.
In fact, Amon was worrying too much. Vitru didn't have a chance to counterattack. His first choice was to defend himself. Vitru cried out in surprise. He waved his staff. The shields in the hands of the warriors on both sides of him and Havon glowed with a silver light. The light formed a huge light shield, protecting the entire formation.
Vitru waved his staff again and a set of transparent armor appeared around his body. The armor glowed with a dark brown light and wrapped around the mage's body. Even his eyes couldn't see through the armor. This was the most advanced defensive magic of the air element. Instant Shield. When using this magic, the mage couldn't even move, let alone be constricted by the Spatial Shackles.
Havon's posture was almost the same as Amon's. He was kneeling on one knee and holding a round shield in front of him. In front of the shield, there was also a circle of bright light. The circle of light was small, but it was just enough to protect Havon. Havon had also undergone the second awakening of his power. He had mastered a low-level auxiliary magic. His combat skills were quite good. The shield in his hand was also enchanted by magic.
It was a strange battle. Everyone on the battlefield was clenching their teeth and struggling. They were like fragile sandcastles that could be crushed at any moment in a gale.
Vitru unfurled the scroll. The divine spell didn't last long. The Spatial Confinement of the intermediate scroll had been shattered by the combined power of the other three scrolls. Vitru didn't even need to cast a spell to dispel it.
However, the scroll "killed" one of them. Due to the interference of Spatial Shackles, Vitru's divine barrier failed to protect Shute, who was standing behind him. The nephew of Lord Urhiya was the first to fall to the ground. A fatal wound appeared on Shute's forehead. The deep crack in the air almost split his head in half. Countless wind blades left numerous wounds on his body.
Shute died a wrongful death. He was standing in the safest and least vulnerable position, but he didn't expect Amon to launch such an attack.
When the crack disappeared, the wind blades dispersed, and the mist still lingered in the air, the most powerful attack was finally over. The seemingly sturdy earth wall in front of Amon had long been smashed into pieces, and the silver light barrier had also shattered and disappeared. Only the giant shield was still intact, protecting his body. The clothes on Amon's right shoulder blade and left thigh were torn. Blood was flowing out, as if they had been cut by a sharp knife.
The situation on the other side was even worse. Shute was dead, and the two warriors beside Vitru were lying on the ground with serious injuries. It was hard to tell which was the most fatal wound. The warrior on the left was still holding his sword in his right hand, but his left arm, which was holding the shield, had been separated from his body. The warrior on the right had several deep wounds on his waist. Blood had dyed half of his body red.
Only two of the opponents were still fighting: Vitru, who was standing, and Havon, who was half-kneeling.
The clothes on Havon's shoulder were also torn. Blood was seeping out of his right shoulder. The shield in his hand was still flickering with a dim light, but the surface of the shield had already cracked. Although it was a good magic shield, it couldn't compare to the shield in Amon's hand. The items Amon had collected in the secret cave were still intact after the battle against Bair. Although today's battle was fierce, it couldn't be compared to Bair's.
No one could have imagined that Amon could not only take out the first shield, but also the second one out of thin air. How could he have so many treasures? The shield should have been taken out from a spatial artifact. Even if Amon had a spatial artifact, he wouldn't be able to open it. For example, he wouldn't be able to open Nero's spatial ring. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have the time to think about it.
Vitru was the only one unharmed on the battlefield. The transparent armor covering his body was slowly disappearing. The mage's face was ghastly pale. After chasing Amon for so many days, Vitru's stamina and energy had been greatly depleted. Vitru was exhausted as well. If Amon had been a supreme mage, he would have been able to control the direction of the three scrolls instead of firing them randomly. Vitru probably wouldn't have been able to stand.
Amon didn't give his opponent any chance to catch his breath. He threw away his shield and grabbed his staff. His half-kneeling body suddenly sprang up from the ground. He staggered a few steps when he landed, but he immediately steadied himself and rushed forward without hesitation. His stamina and magic power had been consumed to the limit. Although the shield was good for self-defense, it was too heavy and would affect his speed and reflexes. He threw it away without hesitation.
He couldn't give Vitru another chance to use powerful magic. Amon had no energy left to defend himself. Havon reacted quickly. He sprang up from the ground like a leopard and rushed towards Amon with his sword and shield in hand. There were only a few dozen paces between them. He saw Amon take out something from his robe and throw it forward. Thinking that it was another scroll, Havon squatted down and raised his shield to defend himself. However, he didn't feel any explosion of magic.
Vitru was also frightened. He didn't have time to launch a counterattack. The parangon on his staff glowed brightly and created another shield. However, the thing in Amon's hand didn't fly out. It was just a long bone.
Instead, all kinds of weapons, armors, staffs, parangons, scrolls, rations, wine bottles, a new set of clothes, an old set of clothes, and two pairs of shoes flew out. Amon gathered as much energy as he could and swung the bone with all his might. An invisible space opened up, and the things he carried with him flew out.
Vitru's magic shield could resist energy attacks, as well as weapons. However, there was a limit to its power. He didn't expect that Amon would throw a "hill" at him. How could a man throw so many things out of the air with just a wave of his hand? Vitru was scared out of his wits. He saw the flying scrolls and a golden, translucent parangon. It was the Gods' Tear that so many people dreamed of!
The Gods' Tear pierced through Vitru's magic shield and hit him in the face. Although the damage was negligible, Vitru couldn't stay calm anymore. His soul flew out of his body. Countless things fell on his magic shield. Vitru's knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Then, the shield shattered and the things fell on him. A spear pierced through his back.
The two heavily wounded warriors beside Vitru were also hit by the mountain of debris. Heavy axes, spears, sharp swords and sabers were the first things to fall to the ground. The two warriors died on the spot. It was hard to tell whether they were killed by the weapons or by the heavy objects. They were seriously injured and couldn't bear such a blow.
The scrolls and the parangons scattered on the ground, covering the corpses of the three warriors.
Amon didn't have time to look at the "result" of the attack. Havon had jumped up from the ground and was already in front of him. The machete in his hand was shining with a bright light. The machete was short, but the area it covered was astonishing. Amon waved his staff and blocked the machete with a faint light. The sound of the collision was deafening. Amon was knocked back two steps. When he landed on the ground, his wound was bleeding again.
Amon's staff was much heavier than Havon's machete, but Havon's strength was astonishing. When the machete hit the staff, Amon's internal organs were almost shattered. Havon's martial arts were obviously superior to Amon's.
The bone in Amon's left hand fell to the ground. He held the staff with both hands and tried to stop Havon's second machete. Then, he was knocked back two steps. The wound on Havon's right shoulder started to bleed even more. He switched the machete to his left hand and grabbed the shield with his right. Amon took advantage of the pause and shouted. He swung his staff at Havon with both hands.
The sound was like a hammer hitting a broken gong. Havon blocked the staff with his shield and swung his machete horizontally. Suddenly, Amon felt a strange twisting sensation. When his staff hit the shield, it was pulled to the side by a force, almost causing him to lose his balance. He hurriedly dodged to the side, but Havon's blade had already cut through his clothes and left a deep wound on his ribs. Blood gushed out instantly.
This man actually knew magic, a simple low-level magic that could be used to support martial arts in battle. If Amon's reaction had been a little slower, he would have been cut open by now. Havon was a true fighter and hunter. He didn't even look back to see how Vitru was doing. He just attacked with all his might. Havon had consumed more energy than Amon when he used the Defense Scroll. He was injured as well. But now, he was gritting his teeth and fighting to see who would fall first.
It was Amon's first time meeting an opponent like this. It was a battle of life and death between warriors. Havon's attacks were precise and reasonable. Amon didn't have many opportunities to counterattack. He could only wave his staff and retreat. The continuous impact made him feel weak and dizzy. Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
Amon's martial arts weren't very good, but his movements were quick and practical. He could always block the fatal attacks with his staff. Every counterattack was blocked by Havon's shield. The dagger in Havon's hand was more flexible than his staff. Its range of attack was also greater than Amon's staff.
When Havon made his move, Vitru and the others didn't cooperate with him. Havon's heart sank. He guessed that all his companions had died. However, he gritted his teeth and didn't look back. His eyes were bloodshot. Under such circumstances, Havon's only option was to defeat Amon. Otherwise, he would die even if he managed to escape.
Amon was forced to retreat to the edge of the forest at the foot of the mountain. Behind him was a steep cliff. He couldn't hold on any longer. He discovered Havon's weak point. The wound on his shoulder was very deep. Every time he blocked Amon's counterattack with his shield, his face would contort in pain.
The dagger in Havon's left hand gradually dimmed. He was running out of energy. But Amon was in a more dangerous situation. His arms were numb and his body was trembling. He almost lost control of the staff in his hand.
Amon had nowhere to retreat. He used his remaining energy to block the dagger and launched a counterattack. The staff hit the shield with an ear-piercing cracking sound. The shield finally couldn't withstand such a long fight and broke into several pieces. Havon's body trembled. He threw away the broken shield and let out a painful roar. He took half a step back and pounced at Amon with his dagger in hand.
The dim dagger suddenly shone brighter than ever. This was Havon's final attack. It seemed that he wanted to end the battle with a single slash. Amon's staff was pulled forward by an invisible force. His body was pulled half a step forward. It seemed that he couldn't block the attack in time. Havon had once again used his divine incantation. This was the last bit of energy he had accumulated.
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