20demayo Chapter 21 Power and Arrival
Chapter 21 Power and Arrival
Completely consumed by raging fury, Krall no longer hesitated!
His eyes flashed with a cold light, and the crystal in his hand, which emitted a cold blue aura, suddenly burst out with a bone-chilling cold!
The air seemed to freeze instantly. A frost-white incantation, condensed to its extreme and seemingly forged from ancient ice and the aura of death, tore through the air with a shrill cry that froze souls and devoured life, heading straight for Lor!
Faced with this terrifying chill that was so intense it could freeze life, Lor felt no fear; instead, a morbid ecstasy erupted in his bloodshot eyes!
"That's it! This is what Hick wanted! Such power! Kill you, and it's mine!"
Greed completely overwhelmed reason. He roared and poured all the magic power in his body into the energy ball in his hand, which was already twisted to its limit!
Level Zero Sorcery - Energy Invasion!
He forcibly pushed it to a berserk state beyond its limits, like an unstable, bright red lava core about to explode!
Witchcraft item—the Curse of Frost!
Forced activation of level zero sorcery - Energy Invasion!
Two forces representing destruction, carrying a resolute will to die, collided violently in the narrow corridor!
As he watched the impending collision, which contained destructive energy, Belon's eyes showed no fear, only a near-morbid excitement burning wildly within him!
"Fight! Fight hard! Ideally...we'd all die together! Hahaha!"
Belon laughed silently in his heart, but his body shrank back slightly as he searched for cover.
No matter the outcome, he will be the winner!
If Klar dies, the restraints on his body will naturally be released, along with those powerful magical artifacts...
It might just be within his grasp! (Although he considered the possibility extremely slim.)
If Lorre dies... such a terrifying elemental explosion and the death of an apprentice will definitely alarm the enforcers of the Wizard Tower or the nearby official wizards!
A first-level apprentice killing a third-level apprentice—regardless of the reason, there is only one fate for Krall—certain death!
"Boom—!!!"
A deafening explosion, mixed with violent elemental turbulence, swept through the entire public area of the Wizard Tower like an invisible tsunami!
This didn't happen in a room protected by rune arrays, but in an open corridor!
The devastating shockwave was impossible to conceal!
"What happened?! That professor's lab exploded?!"
"No! This fluctuation... it sounds like a battle! Someone's making a move inside the tower?!"
"Who's so crazy?! Are they out of their mind?!"
"Professor Khaki must be conducting another dangerous fusion experiment!"
"Bullshit! Judging from that noise, it sounds like an energy clash; that's definitely Instructor Richon's style!"
……
The apprentices' surprised and uncertain murmurs rose from all sides, while in the corridor filled with energy remnants and a chilling aura, the result had already been revealed.
Dead silence.
A cold, deathly silence enveloped the chaotic scene.
Lor, the third-level apprentice who had been shouting wildly just moments before, now resembled a withered, dried-up corpse that had been instantly drained of all its moisture.
It was firmly frozen to the ground by a layer of dark blue ice that exuded a strong aura of death, its posture twisted and eerie, devoid of any life.
Meanwhile, Clara knelt not far away, breathing heavily, her face as pale as paper, her forehead covered in fine cold sweat. Clearly, activating that powerful tool had put a tremendous strain on her.
Aside from the dust on his body and the blood still wet at the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have escaped direct injury from the explosion!
Belong, standing beside him, had frozen his morbid excitement, replaced by undisguised horror and a chilling aura.
His pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Lor's mutilated, corpse-like appearance, then looked incredulously at Clara, who was only slightly panting.
He never expected that the power of the "Curse of Frost" would be so terrifying!
Even if Belon had taken Lor's energy attack, which was beyond its limits, he would never have been able to escape unscathed!
Krall not only emerged unscathed, but also effortlessly turned Lor into a frozen, dried-up corpse!
Feeling the chilling aura that permeated the air, a chill that seemed to freeze to the bone, Belon felt as if his life force was draining away along with the omnipresent cold, and a fear from the depths of his soul gripped him.
He had previously held onto a sliver of hope, believing that his defeat at the hands of Klar was a result of carelessness and a sneak attack.
But at this moment, having witnessed the absolute crushing power displayed by the "Curse of Frost", that ridiculous resentment vanished instantly!
He realized with absolute clarity:
Even in a fair duel without any sneak attacks, my fate would be no better than that of Lor's dried corpse on the ground!
Peron forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart and refused to look at the chilling scene.
He held his breath and focused his mind. All he could do now was wait—wait for the arrival of the official wizard who would inevitably be alerted!
Clara, suppressing the dizziness and discomfort caused by the depletion of her magic, took a deep breath and prepared to turn around and reprimand Belon for his inaction in the battle just now.
A massive, icy, and terrifying wave of mental energy, making no attempt to conceal its presence, descended instantly like a tangible cold wave!
In the shadows at the end of the corridor, a figure dressed in a dark red wizard's robe silently emerged.
Upon seeing the person who arrived, Belon's heart skipped a beat, and a tremendous surge of joy almost burst from his chest!
free!
He seemed to see the dawn of freedom beckoning to him!
The newcomer's icy gaze, like two solid ice spikes, slowly swept across the chaotic scene, finally settling on Krall, who was kneeling on the ground, her breath weak.
The chill in that gaze made Belon, who was standing right next to him, feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his blood seemed to freeze!
A voice, cold and devoid of any emotion, yet carrying a heavy, mountain-like pressure, echoed in the deathly silent corridor:
"A first-level apprentice...kills a third-level apprentice..."
The figure in the dark red wizard's robe leaned forward slightly, the invisible pressure seeming to crush Klar:
"I must say, you're quite... resourceful."
Clara struggled to lift her head, meeting those icy eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul.
The dark red wizard's robe, like congealed blood, enveloped the newcomer.
The terrifying aura emanating from the other party and the heavy mental force that locked onto him like a mountain made him feel an unprecedented, almost suffocating sense of crisis!
The greatest crisis has arrived since we arrived at the Wizard Tower. Under the overwhelming power of the first-level wizard, the Ice Curse is basically useless.
A deep tremor within him told him that if he made any move now, he would be met with a thunderous blow from a formal wizard.
Clara swallowed hard; he knew that the moment that followed would determine his life or death!