Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 212 - 211 Fully Cooked

Chapter 212: Chapter 211 Fully Cooked

"Ahhhh—"

After the fierce and intense white light vanished, Malcolm’s screams of agony immediately emanated from afar.

The sort of spell capable of instantaneously annihilating twelve clerics was evidently one which he paid a great price to cast.

Standing still, the man was now clutching his eyes in pain, and after using that spell, the curse power within his body had become unusually active, exceeding the normal threshold and even beginning to affect his body.

At the same time, some distance from Malcolm,

Audrey, who had just steadied herself, asked Ronald:

"Ronald, when you just said to listen to you next, you must have discovered something, right?"

While controlling the ’tyrannical’ force to spread the black fog again around them, Ronald also explained to the nun beside him:

"Yes, I indeed made a discovery."

"During the previous fight, I kept observing this man’s movements."

"In fact, whether it was the ability to manipulate objects or the defensive spells to protect himself, even that powerful burst of white light just now—"

"This man has an excess motion before most of his spells."

"When manipulating objects, he always likes to touch his left cuff with his right hand, where there’s a cufflink; and after his defensive spells endure a few attacks, he would push his glasses, and his defensive spells’ capacity would be restored; and just now, you also saw..."

Hearing Ronald’s explanation,

Audrey narrowed her eyes slightly, her grip on her weapon tightening:

"Just now, when he cast the spell, he drove that wooden stake into his own eye..."

"Yes." Ronald nodded in response, "So you see his condition now. I’ve read about it in the records of the Inspectorate. It’s clearly a sign of not being able to cope with powerful curse power running through one’s body."

"And if that’s the case, this guy’s performance now doesn’t match the strength he displayed in battle earlier."

Acknowledging this, Audrey continued Ronald’s point:

"So this guy himself isn’t that strong; he belongs to the kind of school that relies on magic artifacts for battle."

Ronald nodded:

"Correct, so next, if we just barrage him with attacks at a frequency he can’t handle, and attack his defensive spells while ensuring he can’t touch those glasses on his face, we should be able to win this battle."

"..."

Audrey maintained her smile, but her expression now carried a trace of confidence in her own combat ability.

Then the church’s Inspector nun spoke:

"I’ll suppress this guy’s movements, your spells should be able to finish him, right?"

Ronald shrugged:

"If the guy can still move after he’s cooked, then I’ll just accept my fate tonight."

Hearing Ronald’s response, Audrey, for some reason, suddenly burst into laughter:

"Hahaha—"

"If that’s the case, then I’ll start with a well-done."

After saying this, the nun no longer spoke.

Taking two long, deep breaths, Audrey’s eyes then sharpened.

Clutching the iron rod in her hand, her gaze locked onto Malcolm, not diverting from the enemy for even a second.

The next second, Audrey charged out.

At the same time, she chanted the spell from her own school:

"Son of Heaven, yearning for the lady of the Xiang river, here sings praises; gentle autumn breeze, murmuring Xiang waters, orchids from Yuan and Li, thou art the water master surrounded by the Nine Hills, radiant aura bestows upon the distant traveler!"

Immediately, a graceful hint was added to the blue arc light at the tip of the iron rod.

The lively light seemed to carry some special power, which made Audrey’s figure even more agile!

Following the nun’s charge,

Ronald immediately waved his hand, dispersing the black fog, spreading it to envelop the entire battlefield.

A winter night.

Beside the train tracks on the outskirts of Berenwicke,

The ground that had just been scorched and heated, in this way, became the dark battleground where three people would decide between life and death.

At the end of Audrey’s charging path.

Their enemy, Malcolm, apparently also noticed the move.

"..."

"Still not dead...?"

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for air, the original controller demonstrating strength befitting a powerful figure, now also seemingly in a state of weakness.

And facing Audrey, who was attacking once more,

Malcolm reached up to his face, grabbed the end of the wooden stake, and gave it a forceful yank.

"Ah!"

He bore the pain and pulled the stake out from his eye socket, and even his actual eyeball came out with it.

No...

Perhaps it couldn’t be called a wooden stake anymore...

After being inserted into Malcolm’s eyeball, the stake had actually begun to take root and sprout within it. If it hadn’t been promptly removed, who knows, the thing might even have continued to grow!

After dealing with the problem on his face, Malcolm promptly used his remaining eye and a deep, dark hollow to watch Audrey as she approached him.

Then, he raised his hand to adjust the crooked glasses on his face.

This action invigorated the attacking Audrey’s spirit.

The nun knew well what kind of behavior was appropriate at what time. If Malcolm had reached up to cover the wound on his face, that would have been understandable, but to inexplicably push up his glasses...

It certainly couldn’t be that,

at a time like this,

this guy was still concerned about his appearance, right?

So, just as Ronald had conjectured, the original tome Malcolm possessed must be related to artifact creation abilities, which is why he was affected by the sudden surge in magical power.

Now, deliberately pushing up his glasses was also to reactivate his defensive spells!

All previous events now made sense, and Audrey naturally understood how she should fight.

Holding the iron rod surrounded by blue radiance,

She raised the rod high, much like the terrifying force when she had split the train car before, and made a vertical slashing motion downwards, as if to pierce through the entire space before her.

Clang—

The sound of spells colliding echoed.

The result was naturally no different from before.

White light emanated from Malcolm, completely warding off the attack.

However, if one paid close attention to the guy’s condition,

they would notice that the white light around him indeed faded somewhat when taking Audrey’s attack, and the defensive spell’s effectiveness was actually diminished!

Standing opposite Audrey, Malcolm was unaware that his vulnerability had been exposed.

The face, now blood-streaked from the loss of an eye, displayed a terrifying expression as he continued to taunt in the same tone as before:

"Nun, still using your weak and feeble spells?"

"Give up, both of you can only end up like those priests before you, dying here today!"

"If you die willingly, I might even..."

Clang—

Clang, clang, clang—

Malcolm’s taunts were cut off mid-sentence by the blue arcs of light that met his words head-on and smashed them back down his throat.

Then, with an even more ferocious demeanor,

Audrey struck her enemy with relentless assaults, one after another.

Under normal circumstances,

such a degree of exhaustion from exerting force was terrifying, not a tactic that a seasoned warrior would adopt.

It was an all-out approach,

staking one’s life on a short-term gamble!

However, at the same time, Audrey’s tactics were indeed effective.

Even though no damage was inflicted, the continuous powerful attacks left Malcolm no longer able to maintain his leisure.

Now, he was finding it difficult to get the chance to push up the glasses on his face.

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