Chapter 229: The Mistwalkers and the dragon
Leader Lane grinned. "You fool! How dare you get close to me? Aren’t you underestimating me too much?"
With the umbrella still covering him, the leader pulled his arrow and used another of his power spells. A large projection of the arrow appeared around him, brimming with power, and he released it without hesitation.
With the distance, how could Vacuse hope to avoid it? Even his umbrella couldn’t block all of the attack!
But things didn’t go as the leader expected.
Because when Vacuse landed in front of them, he had already shifted his attention and leaped away—not at the leader, but at the Magus with the poisonous acid!
That was his target all along!
A lot of things happened at the same time, some much faster than the others. Vacuse was already out of reach by the time the arrow was released and was in front of the surprised Magus.
The arrow slammed into the umbrella with a cracking sound, the large projection hitting like a mountain and managing to push a hole through.
At the same time, Vacuse twisted and sent a vicious kick at the Magus. The power he had gathered in his legs for running was still there, and his kick was followed by a trail of blur and void energy.
Straight at the Magus’s neck!
There was a sharp crack as the neck broke, twisting away at a funny angle.
In the same breath, Vacuse was also leaping back to avoid the vengeful attacks of the two remaining Magus. With his umbrella back with him, he blocked a rain of arrows, but one managed to pass through the hole and stab him painfully in the shoulder!
The Magus was about to fall on him in fury when the dragon construct finally reached there and chaos ensued!
The earth Magus left his place of defense and flung himself forward. Stones erupted from the ground and rolled off the wall to begin forming around him, molding and turning into a gigantic, impressive armor as he brought a massive stone fist down on the dragon construct!
Vacuse and the leader were left alone to deal with each other. And he quickly learned that the leader was skilled in both close and ranged combat, using his bow as if it were a dagger and then shooting arrows immediately when there was space between them.
He knew he had to finish the fight quickly. As a stage two, he couldn’t compare his raw energy to that of a third circle. It was only by using all of his power that he was even able to punch that high.
But for the Magus, they had enough energy to use.
Instantly the umbrella disappeared, and he withdrew its power, letting something else take its place.
A thread.
It wasn’t a bundle as normal though; it appeared like an ordinary thread, just thicker than normal and with the size of a whip.
He didn’t hesitate to flick it, and the thread cut through the air.
The leader of the Mistwalkers grunted as he abandoned his prepared attack and jumped back—straight into the path of two more threads that were waiting for him!
Vacuse had retracted his umbrella, but instead, he split it into three threads: one in his hand and the others behind the leader of the Mistwalkers to set a trap.
And now, the two remaining threads struck like snakes, but what Vacuse most wanted didn’t happen. The leader of the Mistwalkers shimmered and then disappeared! And in his place appeared an arrow that promptly exploded!
"Fuck!"
Vacuse didn’t have much power left, and that was why he had settled for finishing the fight quickly. But who would have thought that the arrow guy still had that many tricks left in him?
Before, Lane had fired an arrow at the wall. The arrow was a special one that he could trade places with.
And now that he was behind Vacuse, he let loose another rain of arrows.
Vacuse was forced to call all his three threads and then used them to start whipping the arrows out of the air.
"You should have surrendered when you had the chance, but it’s too late now, and I’m looking forward to your death, you annoying bastard!"
Vacuse blinked and then smiled. "My work here is done."
Lane stared blankly at him. "What?"
Vacuse shrugged. "Behind you."
Lane whirled, but of course, there was nothing there. The dragon construct and the earth Magus were still locked in their ground-shaking fight.
What Vacuse did was pull the oldest trick in the book—the cheapest type of distraction ever known. Lane’s face fell, and he tried to bring his bow back up to fire an arrow, but a snout of void came from the ground beneath him and hit his arms off, bow and all.
"No!" He staggered back in shock, but he didn’t even have the chance to process things that far as a whip snapped through the air, wrapped around his neck, and took his head from him.
Vacuse watched the head fly through the air, the green eyes still tight with disbelief. "Well... that was a close one. Even though I can punch above my stage, it doesn’t mean anything when I don’t have a firm foundation of it."
He grimaced from the pain in his shoulder. "Those arrows are no joke. But one day I’m going to get an injury that even my fast healing won’t solve."
He turned around and studied the fight between the dragon construct and the armored stone. Just in time too.
The earth Magus was matched with the worst fighter he could ever hope for. If it was Vacuse fighting the Magus, even he wasn’t sure of victory.
That was why he split the attacks in the first place.
The earth Magus’s armored form was useless against the dragon construct, as it was also made of stones and empowered with enchantments.
No matter the punches that were thrown at it, the dragon construct returned with shredding claws that tore at the armored stone, making it difficult for the Magus to rebuild each time.
And then the dragon construct released its beam of melting light that finished the fight.