Mage Legend
Chapter 198: Episode 72 Dual Battle_2

Chapter 198: Episode 72 Dual Battle_2

After speaking, the little angel clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and muttered incantations. Her golden hair seemed to turn into flames, dancing joyfully as a white Holy Light spread outward from Soka as the center.

The red mist seemed to be doused with strong acid, sizzling and burning under the impact of the Holy Light. It was forced to retreat, moving away from the mage lying on the ground, but more importantly, distancing itself from the little angel radiating the Holy Light.

Once the ghost retreated, Lynch felt a bit of strength return to his body. Although still incredibly weak, he could barely move. He picked up the magic wand from the ground and rolled over beside Soka. Now, Lynch couldn’t worry about appearances. Despite his dishevelment, he insisted on setting up a force wall around himself and the angel.

Ghosts can penetrate all physical entities, but they cannot pass through force wall barriers created by spells. Once sheltered by this invisible barrier, Lynch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Soka tried hard to pull the mage up from the ground, but she was too weak, and Lynch’s refined gold arm was exceedingly heavy to others. Despite Soka’s face turning red with the effort, she couldn’t lift the mage lying on the ground.

"Black-robed brother, are you injured or sick? Your body is so cold!" Soka felt Lynch’s cheek, and the icy coldness made her shrink back in fright, "Let me see if I can heal your illness."

A blue light appeared on the little angel’s palm. She placed her hand on Lynch’s chest, and a warm stream immediately flowed into the mage’s limbs and bones. However, Soka was too young, and she couldn’t keep it up for long, sneezing from the cold, which interrupted the spell in her hand.

"Black-robed mage brother, I’m sorry... Achoo!" Little Soka rubbed her nose, saying somewhat embarrassedly.

Lynch felt grateful, believing that having little Soka by his side today was surely the favor of the Goddess of Fortune. Without the angel, his life would surely have ended here. He sat up and gently patted the little angel’s face, "Thank you, the healing just now was already enough."

The red mist had retreated a certain distance, but now it returned again. It tried to penetrate the invisible force field in front of it, but all attempts were in vain.

Lynch stood up and said to the red mist, "Finder, or whatever you’re called! Listen up! All the Great Arcanists you mentioned are already dead. I am not the mage you’re looking for."

"You’re a mage, and that alone means you deserve to die!" The red mist transformed into the shape of that mithril demon statue: "Let me tell you, I am not just a demon statue, I am the soul of those innocent ones you mages forcibly bottled into chunks of iron! All mages deserve to die! Although I cannot break your spells, you cannot withstand our fists either!"

"Finder, wake up! Without metal, you cannot survive! The only consequence of killing me is that you will never be able to leave this tower and will always live a life of imprisonment. Give up your hatred and calm down!" The mage took out a scroll and waved it in front of the red mist: "Moreover, don’t think that I have no way to deal with you! You must immediately bring Finder’s consciousness out; stop controlling him!"

"Control him? No! Mage, I think you’re mistaken. You have once again demonstrated your foolishness! I am him, and he is me! From now on, we shall always be together, just as he wished before he died, never to be separated again!"

"I didn’t expect the statue he always trusted to have such a face!"

"Mage, you are wrong again, you have become increasingly idiotic. It is precisely because Finder loathes magic, because he deeply resents his mage parents, that I protect him. Now, I will do the same. I want to exterminate every mage in the world, not leaving a single one! You tumors, you scourges, must all be eradicated from the world."

The red mist surged forward again but was mercilessly blocked by the force wall. It looked at the frail mage: "Right now, I cannot break through your defense, but that doesn’t mean I can do nothing about you! You mages cannot remain alert forever; when you sleep, when you ponder, even when you take a moment to rest by yawning, I will ambush you by your sides. One by one, I will drain your lives away, turning you into useless refuse, into dust! Hahaha! This is your apocalypse."