The illusions were broken, and countless black bats soared to the sky and filled the entire hall. The Knight and the werewolves felt that their eyelids were heavy and their minds were sluggish. They wanted to lie down and have a good sleep. The place where most of the illusionary bats were gathered was exactly the place where the Great Knight with the bloodline of frost giants and Duda.
When Katrina blew up the gate with 'Lucien's Big Fireball', Duda's body had already changed. His height of 1.9 meters grew even taller. His muscles bulged, and black scales grew out of his skin. Vague bloody air surrounded him. His eyes turned crimson, as if he had lost his sanity. The only thing left was the purest desire for slaughter and destruction.
"Demon bloodline!" Yakov, Anna and the rest of them, who were enshrouded in the intense blood mist, saw the scene in their dizziness. Greatly alarmed, they were more or less awake.
The bloody aura around Duda kept the illusory sleeping bats at bay. Two deep wounds appeared on his back, revealing his bones. A pair of black bat wings grew out of the wounds. The wings flapped softly, allowing him to fly away from the ground and look down at the hall and the altar.
That was the advantage of the bloodlines of demons and devils. They could fly at a low altitude and dominate the air even though they were only Great Knight!
Suddenly, a wild wind blew by and blew the intense blood mist away. Anna, Yakov and the other mercenaries' heads were all refreshed, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare. They were scared of the killing and hatred that filled their heart a moment ago. If it went on, they would certainly turn into demons who killed their companions!
"Sister Katrina!" Anna let out a cry of surprise, because the person opposite Duda in midair was the tall and slender Katrina. She stepped on the void and stood in the air without any support. Her long blonde hair fluttered in the wind. Her right hand was holding a staff inlaid with translucent gems, and a thin layer of pale white mist was spreading out from it.
The mist spread out quickly, not affected by the wind at all.
Looking at the unbelievable scene, Anna felt that she was still dreaming about the powerful sorcerers in the bards' stories. They could fly, control the weather, create fire, and create coldness. They were mysterious and horrifying!
The bright mist dispersed. Except for the altar where Anna, Yakov and the rest of them were, the rest of the hall was soon enshrouded by the mist.
The werewolves and the Knight who lunged at Katrina stood where they were in a daze. Their eyes lost their brilliance, and they were moaning and drooling uncontrollably.
They seemed to have lost the ability to think and were nothing but shells.
Looking at the terrifying werewolves and the Knight who made her shiver in her eyes look like idiots after being covered by the mist, Anna raised her head and looked at the scene in a daze.. "Sister Katrina is a sorcerer? And a powerful one! "
Katrina's current appearance was completely in line with her imagination of a sorcerer, except that she was not as vicious.
"Mind Mist? Middle-rank sorcerer? Katrina is the terrifying sorcerer that I met the other night … "As a mercenary for many years, Yakov had received a lot of descriptions of magic from various sources. Also, after he became an official Knight, he received more files from Count Carlcarter, which gave him a new and detailed understanding of magic. Also, since he had cooperated with official sorcerers before, he was naturally able to tell what kind of magic it was based on its performance and effect. Of course, it was limited to the common ones.
Looking at Katrina whose blond hair was flying in midair, surrounded by flowing, transparent magic runes, and seeing that Duda's black fireball did not cause an intense explosion but was absorbed by the runes instead, Yakov's head went blank. He was so shocked and frustrated that he could not think of anything.
Roar!
The body of the Great Knight with the Frost Giant bloodline expanded, surrounded by countless snowflakes. A translucent, cold halo spread out, expelling the Mind Fog nearby. However, at this moment, a figure silently appeared behind him. It was wearing a black shirt and a red coat. Its hands were slender and fair, but they had glittering fingernails. Then, the figure reached out from behind and gently slit the Frost Giant's throat as if it were plucking a lyre.
A faint black gas flashed, and the thick layer of ice at the Frost Giant's throat melted silently.
Ah!
The "frost giant" screamed in pain, and blood flowed out of its throat. It waved its giant swords backward, only to break an illusion. Viscount Carendia appeared in another direction and licked his right hand. "The blood tastes not bad, and it is not poisonous."
Such a perverted behavior was performed so elegantly and naturally, as if he were really tasting the delicious food that his host served for him.
The Frost Giant was terrifyingly strong and good at all kinds of frost spells. However, they were only useful if they hit the target. Faced with Viscount Carendia whose speed and agility were far higher than that of a regular level-five Great Knight, he was like a helpless child who could not hit the enemy at all. Now and then, he was scratched and hit by dark spells. Viscount Carendia even took the time to kill the werewolves who had been turned into "idiots". He truly hated the smell.
Looking at the handsome man and his magnificent strength below, and at Katrina who was performing all kinds of strange spells above, the fear and worry in Anna's heart somehow disappeared. She thought to herself, "Sorcerers and vampires are indeed the eternal villains in the bards' stories. They're such a perfect match! They're so cool!"
"Thankfully, Sister Katrina is here, or …"
She patted her chest in relief. She was very envious and yearning for Katrina's strength and fighting style.
Although Duda was a level-five Great Knight with the demon bloodline, he was restrained in front of a well-prepared sorcerer and could not carry out his strength at all. Affected by Curse Suppression, Maskelyne's Curse, Slow, and other spells again and again, he was getting closer and closer to failure. His every attack, on the other hand, was either deflected by illusions or blocked by Douglas' Absorption Wall and Stone Skin.
"This can't go on …" Because he only had the demon bloodline, Duda managed to keep the ability of thinking in the battle. Seeing that he was in a terrible situation, and that the Frost Giant was about to be killed by the vampire, he began to try to get out of the situation.
Anna, who was slightly relaxed, Yakov, who had complicated feelings, and the other mercenaries who were even more confused observed the battle. Suddenly, they saw, to their shock, that Duda grabbed his left arm with his right hand and tore it off abruptly, before he let out a deafening roar.
"What's he going to do?"
"Is it the special ability of demons?"
Amidst their astonishment, they only saw Duda's left arm explode, turning into flesh and blood that flew in all directions. The squirming flesh and blood kept neutralizing the thin mist, causing it to disappear without a trace.
When the mist was gone, the remaining werewolves and Knight regained their sanity. Some of them attacked Katrina with bows and arrows, and some waved their extraordinary weapons at Yakov and the rest of them, trying to distract Katrina and Viscount Carendia.
Under the ferocious vibe of the werewolves and the tough will of the Knight, the mercenaries trembled in fear and did not even have the strength to hold their weapons. Clinks echoed nonstop.
Yakov regained part of his strength as a Knight when Duda had no time to control himself. Holding his longsword, he stood before Duda and comforted the panicked mercenaries in a low voice. "Don't be nervous. I'll stop them. Katrina will finish the battle as long as we persist for dozens of seconds."
"Boss, I'll give you a hand." Said Anna, not caring that she was weak and her legs were shaking.
At this moment, a cone-shaped brilliance appeared in her eyes, as if it were made of ice. Wherever the brilliance passed, a few werewolves and Knight were turned into ice sculptures.
"So strong …" Anna complimented in a low voice.
Yakov had a similar feeling, but his abundant experience prevented him from being stunned. He jumped and slashed out, hitting the ice sculptures.
Hualala. The few Knight and werewolves were broken into pieces on the ground. The ground was glittering as if it were full of diamonds!
"Watch out!" Anna suddenly saw that a werewolf sneaked close and jumped high, trying to grab Katrina's ankle. So, she reminded her worriedly and anxiously.
Hardly had she concluded her sentence when the werewolf's shadow moved. It hugged the werewolf and dragged it into a well of shadows that appeared out of nowhere, before it fell silent again.
"What amazing magic …" Anna's heart was stirred by the scenes before her, and she almost bowed down in worship of magic.
Duda, who was in midair, took the opportunity to flap his wings and fly down. His target was the door that was painted with weird patterns.
When the door was right in front of him, he suddenly felt that his internal organs were rolling and his blood was surging. Dizzy, he fell to the ground.
"Professor's Infrasound Resonance?" He thought in panic.
Then, before he realized what was going on, the armor and scales that covered his body were turned into red, white, black, gold, and other objects under Katrina's finger. Some were solid, some were gas, and some were liquid!
"Elemental Order?"
"How can she cast spells so quickly? Is there no buffering time?"
Duda watched in disbelief that his armor and natural defensive scales were gone just like that. He knew that it was Lucien Evans' special spell, and it was not strange that his student could use it. What was strange was that there was no buffering time between the two spells. He couldn't dodge them at all!
What he did not notice was that the beautiful, cold Silver Moon emblem on Katrina's left chest flashed like an electric current.
Then, without thinking, he dragged his shaking body and crashed into the patterned door on his back.
In Anna's eyes, Katrina's hair was quiet as the wind died down. She extended her right hand, and a fireball that was larger and hotter than usual flew out and hit Duda's back.
BOOM!
Duda was blown into a pulp, but he managed to break the door open. On the other side, Viscount Carendia wiped his hands with a white handkerchief. Before him was the frost giant whose eyes were bulging.
After the door was opened, an altar that was exactly the same as before was revealed. The only difference was that the statue was clearer. It was a handsome demon with dark skin.
Below the demon stood a young man who looked rather scared. He had all the features of the Vladimir family.
"Viscount Andrey?" Anna blurted out, feeling a strong sense of fear.
André shook his head, as if he were at a loss. "You shouldn't have come in. You forced me to do this. You forced me …"
"You've met the real culprit already?" Viscount Carendia threw the dirty handkerchief to the ground and said to Katrina in amusement, "That's right.
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