Chapter 273: Darian’s Plans [2]
The light elves tightened their formation around their queen, weaving a flawless defense of overlapping barriers and interlinked wards.
Seraphina stood at the center of it all, a blazing beacon of authority and light, her glow making her defenders appear as though they were extensions of her will.
The battlefield trembled as the clash reignited with intensity. Both sides had consumed their, enhancements, and the air itself felt fear from the attacks that were about to be launched.
Flashes of light and rippling waves of shadow tore across the field, warping the sky into a storm of colliding energies.
Ray, Mordain, and Veil surged forward, their auras swelling to incredible proportions. To outside observers, it seemed as though they were intent on the light elves’ around Seraphina, channeling colossal attacks against them.
But at the precise instant the archmage light eleves committed to blocking them, the grandmasters twisted their spells, redirecting them with flawless timing and control toward the unassuming Seraphina that had only focused on Darian till the last moment.
She had believed that her subordinates would fight the dark eleves that Darian had called for, but she didn’t realise that she was always the target even after her own summoning of archmage level mages.
The queen’s eyes widened ever so slightly, her senses straining to adjust. Even with her impressive perception, the feint caught her off guard.
Four attacks converged upon her from different areas, collapsing like a cage:
Ray unleashed a torrent of blazing elemental fury, a maelstrom of fire and wind that scorched the very ground it touched.
Noah watched the blazing torrent with growing amazement. That skill was really powerful and at some point he would also be able to create such a powerful skill with his elemental skills.
Noah’s eyes then caught the attack of the others.
Mordain’s conjured multiple darkness tendrils that surged like claws carrying the power of pure annihilation.
Veil’s dark magic condensed into a singular beam of destruction.
And from the front, Darian hurled his concentrated spear of abyssal power. The reason he kept spamming the same skill was simple, it was his strongest one.
The spear had been a skill he had developed throughout his life, and the luxury smoothie had upgraded it.
The combined onslaught bore down on Seraphina like a storm meant to erase her existence.
The elven subjects cried out in fury at the deception of the dark elves. Their formation fractured as they retaliated with ferocity, focusing their rage on the three grandmasters who had dared strike at their queen.
"Cowards! Fight us!"
Brilliant lances of light speared across the field, detonating against Ray and Mordain with bone-shattering force. Both men staggered back, their bodies wreathed in burning arcs. Without the unnatural fortification of Darian’s strange consumables, they would have been reduced to ash in that instant.
But when the light crashed upon Veil, the result was entirely different.
"Shadow Bubble!" Veil roared, slamming his palm against the ground.
A sphere of pure void snapped into existence around him, swallowing the radiant lances whole. The barrier did not simply absorb the strikes—it bent them, twisted them, and hurled shards of their brilliance back at their casters.
Elven cries of pain echoed as the reflected energy scorched their ranks. Gasps of shock spread among both armies. The smoothie had done more than enhance Veil’s body—it had awakened a dormant skill.
Darian’s eyes narrowed with satisfaction. The luxury smoothie had wielded its best outcome, the awakening of a dormant skill. Darian felt increasingly happy about the way he used the item.
Perfect.
He pressed the moment, slipping into the chaos like a mantis through tall grass, using the storm of attacks and counterattacks as camouflage for his advance. His gaze locked on Seraphina, hunting for the precise instant to strike a killing blow.
But the queen was no fool, and Darian’s gambit had served its purpose.
Forced to the edge of desperation, Seraphina’s face twisted with fury. Her voice rang out across the battlefield, filled with venom and defiance. "Darian, you bastard! You can never fight without resulting to your petty tricks, pathetic!"
Darian scoffed at her words, he couldn’t care less what a harlot like her would say. She shoukd have been long dead, but that was fine. She was about to die again, and this time, he would make sure of it.
Behind Seraphina, light coalesced violently, before condensing into a construct of impossible magnitude. From nothing, a sword began to take form.
The sword was vast, radiant, and powerful. Its blade stretched upward until it dwarfed the soldiers around it, it was as tall as a two-story buikding. The very air trembled as if crying under its weight.
The sight alone sent shivers through even the most battle-hardened veterans.
On the distant flank, Noah’s face froze, his hands shaking not from fear, but from excitement at witnessing such levels of power. "That’s... that’s a genuinely terrifying skill. It’s incomparable to the attacks of the grandmaster dark eleves."
Seraphina’s voice cut like thunder as she raised her arm before sropping it down in finality, as if calling for an execution.
"Light Execution!"
The colossal blade fell in a sweeping arc, its edge encompassing the sky and everyone around.
The dark elves combined assault met it head-on.
For a heartbeat, darkness and flame, and storm clashed against the radiant giant. Then the sword carved through them all, obliterating their combined might .The detonation blinded the battlefield, a curtain of white fire cascading across both armies.
The blade did not stop there. Its trajectory carried on, its energy still immense despite the drain of countering so many spells at once. Its path cut directly toward’s the dark eleves combined attack.
Darian’s eyes widened, not in panic, but in realization. If that strike had landed at its full strength without his prepartion for defence, it would have ended him.
And his ending would have caused the chain reaction of death to his race. Victory, crushed beneath the queen’s radiant execution.