Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 346 - 345 Desperate Strike

Chapter 346: Chapter 345 Desperate Strike

The white steam obstructing the vision was, after all, a result of his own spell.

Facing such a situation, the Caster from the "Nine Commandments" could not possibly remain indifferent.

Although supporting companions was important,

during combat, protecting oneself was indeed the primary option.

Thus, while Ronald propelled himself with Icarus’s wings, charging towards him, this guy once again launched a spell from the "Astronomy Master".

What followed next was a rather stunning scene that unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

Take Ronald’s perspective as he was in flight, for instance.

Nearly without any warning, the power of the "Protective Angel" began to flicker on the surface of his body.

— This was a symbol of repelling attacks.

— Instantly, the enemy’s spell descended upon this space.

Following closely, the white steam that had originally covered a large area immediately gathered into clusters under the interference of this spell, eventually forming a white ring that encircled the entire battlefield.

The transparent water ring formed by condensed steam.

Just like that, it encased their battlefield within it.

"..."

At the same time, the Caster who had cleared his vision of the obstruction also saw Ronald’s figure approaching.

In the Caster’s eyes from the "Nine Commandments",

there was a seriousness inherent in combat.

However, upon seeing that Ronald’s flying speed was far inferior to his own, he still let a hint of contempt show at the corner of his mouth.

"Is that all you’ve got..."

"In the end, you’re just... ah!"

Before he could finish his disdainful remark,

the original bearer from the "Nine Commandments" roared with a history-repeating fury.

Almost instinctively, he activated a spell from "Astronomy Master".

And so, following a perfect arc with his body, he switched positions swiftly like a meteor shining in the night sky.

It was only after he reached a distance of several meters away that he vehemently spat out a sound.

The reason for his reaction

was that under Ronald’s control, a ghost had once again appeared under the other’s feet.

The yellow spot just now had, after all, only consumed a couple of spirits.

In the previous battle, Ronald had summoned all attacking ghosts at his disposal.

Though he had shifted the attributes of Hell’s power now,

he had specially controlled these ghosts to lie hidden underground without dissipating, waiting to launch an attack later.

It wasn’t while the white steam previously shrouded around.

One ghost, already under Ronald’s control, had locked onto the enemy’s position from underneath the entire area and then emerged from the closest spot to attack.

The Caster from "Nine Commandments" simply could not cover every aspect of the battle, and just as he had been focused on using a spell to disperse the steam, the sole of his foot was caught off guard and viciously bitten by this wandering spirit.

Following that came,

was the pain that originated from deep within the soul.

Though no wound was visible on the body, this foot throbbed with pain to the point of being almost impossible to stand on the ground.

With his substantial reserve of mystical knowledge,

the pale-faced Caster understood in his heart the injury he had received must be treated urgently.

Otherwise, once the injury to the soul became solidified...

the Healing of this foot would likely become exceedingly difficult.

"Tsck—"

Immediately after, a rather malicious look appeared on the young face of the Caster.

He glared fiercely at Ronald, who was still flying towards him, and then glanced at the ground from the corner of his eye for the first time. He could not determine which spot might still conceal ghosts.

Therefore, in the upcoming battle, he must be constantly vigilant of this point.

Otherwise, if hit one more time, there was no guarantee where the injury would be next.

"Roar—"

Suddenly, a painful howl filled with agony erupted from another part of the battlefield.

That was where Heloise was clashing with the elder.

While Ronald and the local original holder were locked in battle, the fight on Heloise’s side had also reached a fever pitch.

The elder, with his spell-enhanced body, undoubtedly possessed inhuman strength and extremely exaggerated recovery abilities; treating him as a living, breathing flesh and blood war machine was not a problem at all.

And matching that,

Was Heloise’s near flawless combat response.

Every punch and kick could be avoided;

Every blow filled with overwhelming might was neatly dodged;

And those wild and fearless tackles, don’t even try to think about catching this young lady.

In a completely irrational state, the elder, despite his beast-like strength and aggressive attacks, could not touch Heloise.

However, even so, there were still limitations on Heloise’s side.

She could dodge the opponent’s attacks with agile movements, but she didn’t have anything that could immediately cause significant damage; multiple shots fired hit their mark, but all injuries were instantaneously healed by the enemy’s ludicrous recovery powers.

As for hand-to-hand combat...

That was something she didn’t plan to try.

Yet, this deadlock was something Heloise didn’t want to see either.

She didn’t want to bet the outcome on an endless drain of both their stamina, especially since the spells of the elder before her were alarmingly powerful.

Thus, a risky plan formed in Heloise’s mind.

Her steel blue pupils focused on the elder’s arm.

The edge of the blade she had chopped into the elder’s arm just now was still firmly embedded in his forearm.

That strike hadn’t managed to sever the elder’s limb.

But Heloise remembered the feel of her attack.

It was the sensation of the blade cutting through sinew and muscle, with the sharpest part firmly lodged in bone.

—It was risky.

—But it was worth a try.

With a hardened resolve,

As the elder swung another hammering blow at her,

Heloise, this time, did not dodge and retreat as before.

The girl swiveled her waist and narrowly evaded the strike, then lifted her right leg high and smashed it down towards the position of the blade in the elder’s hand.

Crack—

At last, an effective and direct injury occurred.

Under Heloise’s full-powered kick, the blade lodged in the bone finally severed the arm completely.

The shining silver blade, along with half of the arm,

Both fell to the ground.

Even though the elder’s spells brought an extremely powerful healing ability, when a direct limb-severing injury like this happened, all the spell could do was to stem the wound, preventing the injury from getting worse.

Suddenly suffering such an exaggerated injury,

The elder, entirely driven by his animalistic nature, burst forth with a fury like that of a genuinely wounded beast; with a painful and frenzied howl, he threw a punch with speed that far surpassed his previous ones!

At the same time,

Heloise, who had just retrieved her dagger, couldn’t dodge in time and was finally hit by the enemy’s fist for the first time.

Bang!

The strike made contact.

The delicate frame of the girl was as if struck head-on by a small sedan.

Like a broken doll thrown out, Heloise’s body was flung high into the air, ultimately crashing into the canopy of a roadside ornamental tree.