Chapter 504
Worsening Injuries
Chapter 504 Worsening Injuries
Above the sky, a surge of energy rushed forth like a tsunami.
The Holy Son stood in the center, arms outstretched, his dark gray robe fluttering even without wind, the spiral emblem on it seemingly coming to life, slowly rotating.
Three witches stood in a triangular formation a hundred meters behind him, their eyes closed, with pale silver spiritual energy threads extending from between their brows, connecting with the complex magic circle that appeared on the back of the holy son's head.
The four people's mental energy fluctuations were completely synchronized, as if they were one.
"Ignorant arrogance must be cleansed by pain." The Holy Son's voice was icy as he raised his hand in a gesture of pressing down.
The attack came in an instant.
The space within a hundred meters of Jieming suddenly collapsed inward, and invisible barriers closed in from all directions.
Following closely behind was the [Entropy Increase Disintegration Wave]—grayish-white ripples spread from the Holy Son's palm, causing the material structure to spontaneously disintegrate and the energy to become chaotic wherever it passed.
The third wave is the [Painful Scream], an invisible and intangible mental attack that pierces directly into the soul.
The triple attack arrived almost simultaneously.
Each individual strike surpasses the limits of ordinary level 5 sorcery; when all three are combined, their instantaneous explosive power is approaching the level 6 threshold.
however……
Jemin stood still, not even flinching.
The Void Armor perfectly blocked all the enemy's damage.
The first wave of spatial compression crashed into the field, and the power that could crush mountains was swallowed up silently by the Returning Void Armor without even causing a ripple.
The collapsed spatial structure was forcibly smoothed out, and the energy was extracted and flowed into the depths of the field.
The second wave of gray-white ripples touched the edge of the field, and its characteristic of "guiding the spontaneous disintegration of matter and energy" seemed to have hit an absolutely smooth wall.
The ripples attempted to penetrate and erode, but the array of runes flowing inside the Ruins Armor instantly reversed the entropy increase process, reorganizing and taming the chaotic energy flow, transforming it into docile energy storage.
The third wave of agonizing screams also failed to escape the capture of the Void Armor.
The malevolent spirit of the agonizing scream melts away instantly, like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, and its remaining energy is also transformed and absorbed.
Jemin "sensed" that the energy storage inside the Guixu Armor was slowly increasing.
He was slightly surprised.
The energy levels of this triple attack are considerable, with the energy injected every second being comparable to a volley of dozens of times the energy of a standard level 5 sorcery spell.
If it weren't for the extremely high absorption and conversion efficiency of the Guixu Armor and the fact that its energy storage limit had been strengthened multiple times, ordinary level 5 defensive magic would probably have overloaded and collapsed in an instant.
"I see." Jemin's gaze swept over the three witches behind the Holy Son, who were connected with their eyes closed, and he instantly understood the key to the matter.
The essence of a wizard's spellcasting is to construct a magical model using their own spiritual power and then manipulate environmental elements to complete the release.
The more powerful and complex the magic, the greater the consumption of mental energy and the higher the computational requirements.
Although a level 5 wizard has strong mental power, continuously unleashing attacks with power approaching level 6 is extremely taxing.
The four people in front of them temporarily connected their computing power and mental energy pools in parallel through mental energy threads, with the Holy Son as the main body to cast spells.
The three witches essentially became the Holy Son's "external computing unit" and "backup energy source".
That's why the attacks can be so continuous and powerful.
"If I hadn't taken care of one of them, this guy could probably unleash a spell with the power of a level six magic spell. The technique is good, but unfortunately..." Jemin remained completely unmoved.
Theory is theory, and practice is practice.
Even if a spell could unleash a level six standard power, it wouldn't be a big deal for Jemin right now.
The protection standard of Guixu Jia far exceeds that of ordinary level six protective witchcraft.
Moreover, having witnessed the terrifying power of a true level six wizard's attack that briefly overloaded the Guixu Armor, this seemingly magnificent and fierce offensive appeared to him like a child hitting a steel fortress with a mallet.
It's all talk and no action, but not enough to achieve real results.
At this rate of energy infusion, even if they bombard it for a whole day, the energy storage of the Guixu Armor would still be far from saturation.
Seeing that Jemin remained unmoved by his attacks, and that his expression did not even change, a hint of surprise flashed in the Holy Son's eyes.
"A desperate struggle!" he sneered, and the four of them shone brightly through their mental link, preparing for a new attack.
This time, fine black cracks began to appear in space, a harbinger of high-level spatial magic.
But Jemin had already lost patience.
The excruciating pain in his soul continued to assault the boundaries of his consciousness like a tidal wave.
With each breath, he felt as if countless fine needles were piercing fragments of his soul, making him completely unwilling to play around with the guy in front of him!
He raised his right hand, and a divine artifact of annihilation from the fire within his wrist was ready.
He raised his hand and pointed at the Holy Son.
A burst of dark golden light erupted once more, condensing into needle-like particles that pierced straight at the opponent's brow.
A layer of iridescent rainbow light continued to shine in front of the Holy Son.
This time, Jemin could see it very clearly. The shield was as thin as a cicada's wing, reflecting a beautiful and mesmerizing luster, as if a rainbow had been frozen in the void.
The Divine Light of Annihilation from the Blazing Fire collided with the Rainbow Shield, the dark gold beam feeling as if it had struck an extremely viscous colloid.
Its speed suddenly slowed down, and its condensed energy structure was "brushed" away layer by layer by the rainbow light, decomposing into harmless basic element light points that scattered and flew away.
Ultimately, at the cost of the barrier collapsing, it once again neutralized Jemin's attack.
"Heh." The Holy Son chuckled, his laughter filled with smugness and mockery. "Don't bother. This [Seven-Rainbow Light Barrier] is a technique personally bestowed upon us by our Grand Elder, specifically designed to counter highly concentrated energy attacks."
He calmly adjusted his cuffs, and the way he looked at Jemin was as if he were looking at a corpse:
"Your defensive measures are indeed very strong, but how long can your defense last if your attacks are ineffective against me?"
Jemin frowned, looking increasingly agitated.
The pain in my soul is intensifying.
Every thought, every effort, feels like scraping my brain with a dull knife.
He didn't want to use his inner cave, because even though he used to be able to control it as easily as breathing, using it too much would still aggravate his injuries.
But now it seems we have no choice but to use it.
If we keep wasting time with these guys who seem a bit off their minds, we'll be in trouble if reinforcements come along.
"Never mind," Jemin muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself.
He closed his eyes, enduring wave after wave of soul-tearing sensations, and sank his consciousness into the inner sanctum of his body.
Inside the cave, the space was somewhat empty because the Black Giant army was still "serving" at the camp. Only a hundred Black Giant priests, whom Jemin had left behind, were busy running around inside the cave.
To mobilize them, it is necessary to temporarily open a stable spatial channel on the surface of the body to "transport" matter from the cave to the main plane.
This process actually requires a certain amount of computing power, which was not noticeable in the past. But now, Jieming's soul state is like a broken porcelain piece that is barely glued together; it could fall apart completely with the slightest force.
But he had no choice.
"Come out." The command was given.
On the surface of the body, at the edge of the Guixu Armor field, fifty dark vortexes unfolded simultaneously.
Ripples spread across the space like water, and the intense energy fluctuations caused the Holy Son in the distance to change his expression slightly.
Fifty dark figures silently stepped out of the vortex.
They stood about three meters tall, their bodies covered in a flowing layer of black liquid metal that swallowed all light, leaving only deep shadows. Their priest robes fluttered slightly, and within the dark red gem at the tip of their staffs, runes seemed to flow subtly.
Fifty black giant priests silently hovered in front of Jemin, like a pitch-black city wall.
The smug look on the Holy Son's face froze instantly, then he scoffed disdainfully, "Ridiculous! Do you think you can defeat me with these cannon fodder units?!"
As he spoke, the Holy Son unleashed another barrage of attacks.
However, these attacks were absorbed by a transparent force field the instant they touched the black giant priest's body.
The protective measures were exactly the same as the condition on Jemin's body—the Void Armor.
The greatest advantage of traditional witchcraft artifacts is that users do not need to understand the witchcraft knowledge stored within them; they can be activated simply by injecting mental energy.
Having created so many magical artifacts before the battle, Jemin naturally wouldn't be stingy; this time, he brought a set for each of the Black Giants.
"How...is this possible?!"
The Holy Son was truly shocked. Even the three witches behind him couldn't help but open their eyes, their spiritual energy threads showing some fluctuations.
Jemin ignored his shock.
The excruciating pain from the depths of his soul made his vision go black, and he almost couldn't stand up.
He barely managed to maintain his senses and gave the black giant priests the simplest instructions:
"Attack. Target: four people ahead. Annihilate them."
Fifty black giant priests simultaneously raised their staffs.
The gem at the top of the staff suddenly shone with a blinding dark golden light, and under the surge of immense power, a violent elemental tide rose in the atmosphere.
The next moment, a dark golden light flooded the field of vision.
Fifty beams of annihilating divine light intertwined to form a net of death, covering the entire space where the Holy Son Squad was located.
The Holy Son let out a piercing scream.
At this moment, all the protective magical artifacts he wore on his chest, wrists, and neck simultaneously erupted with their strongest light.
The Rainbow Light Barrier was fully deployed, with layers upon layers of rainbow light curtains attempting to block it.
The three witches screamed and poured all their mental energy into the connection, trying to build a joint defense.
But even with such overwhelming attacks, it was to no avail.
The layers upon layers of Fiery Annihilation Divine Light were blocked for only a moment before shattering all the defenses.
The Holy Son's eyes were finally filled with boundless fear.
In the face of life and death, he used the brief moment he gained thanks to the protection in front of him to form a strange hand seal.
"Move away!"
Blood spurted out, and the three witches beside him froze, their faces showing extreme pain and disbelief.
Their bodies seemed to be forcibly pulled and twisted by an invisible force, instantly exchanging some kind of "connection" with the Holy Son.
The next moment, a torrent of dark gold engulfed their location.
The three witches didn't even have time to scream before they were completely vaporized by the concentrated beam of the extinguishing divine light, leaving not even the finest dust behind, as if they had never existed.
The light faded.
The Holy Son knelt on one knee in the void, panting heavily, his face as pale as paper, with blood seeping from his seven orifices.
His gray robe was tattered and charred in many places.
Clearly, the teleportation technique he had just used had not been completely effective, and the aftershocks still caused him considerable injury.
But he did survive.
The price was the complete annihilation of the three "maids".
Jemin looked at him expressionlessly, showing not a ripple of emotion at such a means of sacrificing others to save himself.
In the wizarding world, he had seen far more cruel things in order to survive.
"Continue." Jemin's command was concise and cold.
The ritual staffs of the fifty black giants lit up once more.
The runes within the dark red gem were replenished, and the Divine Light of Annihilation was activated once again.
"No!!! I am the Holy Son of the Chaos Mystic Cult! My ancestor was..." The Holy Son roared in despair and resentment, trying to invoke his background.
But the black giant priests wouldn't listen to his nonsense.
The second salvo.
This time, there was no substitute to transfer damage.
The Holy Son's last trump card for survival—a strange crystal hidden in his heart—exploded, releasing a force field that briefly distorted time, attempting to deflect the beam of light.
However, under the overwhelming firepower of fifty level-six attacks, this struggle was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
The time field was violently torn apart and pierced through.
The dark golden light completely engulfed him.
The roar abruptly stopped.
When the light faded again, only a few pieces of charred ash slowly drifted down, along with the remains of several high-level magical artifacts that had completely lost their luster and were riddled with cracks.
That arrogant and domineering "holy son" has been completely annihilated, both materially and spiritually, leaving no trace.
The battle is over.
Jemin swayed, unable to support himself any longer, and collapsed forward.
A black giant priest who had been guarding him silently stepped forward, extended an arm covered in black liquid metal, and steadily supported him.
The arm felt cool to the touch, yet carried a sense of steady strength.
"Master." The priest's voice rang directly in Jemin's mind, deep and respectful.
Jemin didn't even have the strength to respond.
The weakness and excruciating pain emanating from the depths of my soul had reached their peak; the edges of my vision began to darken; and my consciousness was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
The forced opening of fifty spatial channels and the mobilization of fifty level-six units at once caused immense secondary damage to his already collapsing soul.
Fortunately, we're quite close to the camp now...
He barely managed to raise his trembling hand and press it against a specially made distress rune on his wrist, sending a distress signal and his coordinates to the front-line camp of the Norn Workshop.
"Back...to the camp..." With his last shred of consciousness, Jemin gave the black giant priests his final order, "Full speed...escort..."
The fifty black giant priests immediately sprang into action.
Four priests carefully lifted Jemin up and placed him protectively in the center.
The remaining forty-six priests were scattered around the perimeter, forming a tight protective formation.
The simplified version of the Void Armor on all the priests' bodies was fully deployed, forming a pale golden defensive field.
The next moment, they transformed into forty-six streaks of pitch-black light, tearing through the void and speeding toward the location of the camp's coordinates.
(End of this chapter)