Chapter 715: Chapter 333: My Sun_2
Leon widened his eyes.
In this world, Olivia had actually pulled it out?
Wait… The stone base with the Holy Sword embedded in it is part of the ancient magic beneath the Royal Palace’s Holy Sword Courtyard, and Olivia has pulled it out…
What kind of impact would this have on the vast, complex magic secret ceremony??
Is the magic… still considered complete now?
Leon’s mind was in a tangled mess, plunged into doubt.
But he quickly realized, now is not the time to worry about whether he can return.
Instead, he should be thinking about how to survive from his wife’s deadly hand!
Seeing Olivia raise the Sun Holy Sword, the size of a giant highland sword in her hand, over her head.
Leon felt a déjà vu crazily drilling into his brain, cold sweat running down his back, alarm bells ringing wildly in his mind—
No… No way! His eyes bulged as he saw the magic reaction that shouldn’t have appeared on Olivia.
To his magic perception, the terrifying high concentration of magic elements was being drawn from the girl’s body, manifesting as a visible blaze of golden energy on the Holy Sword’s dazzling blade.
—This overwhelming déjà vu, nearly identical upper stance… It reminds him of the massive breach in the walls of Kalantha Fortress.
His pupils contracted, and his instinct suddenly was covered by an endless white expanse.
It was, the last sight of himself scattering in endless photons!
—Is it still too late to surrender now?
But with no shouted technique name, not even a chance to surrender.
Leon’s bewildered eyes only witnessed Olivia decisively slashing the Holy Sword downward.
Soundless, the world changed color.
…The magic torrent, shaped like a cascade of light, manifested on the earth.
Light and heat evaporated everything along its path completely.
The light curtain severed the North’s great river in half with a single sword slash, the flow split as one—
The rumbling river water soared into the sky, transforming into torrential rain crashing down.
As he gazed at the ground, the terrain from Olivia’s direction had completely changed shape.
After the Holy Sword’s strike, a huge lake appeared along the shore, where the surging river water poured in, raising giant waves.
……The rain that overturned the sky concluded in an instant.
The rain wetted the golden mane of the white battle robe.
It also moistened the face and hair of the Golden Lion Queen.
“Have I been tricked again?”
Olivia lowered the radiant sword blade, glanced sideways, toward the figure flickering with lightning on one side of the newly formed gigantic lake.
The Golden Lion once more held the sword in both hands, pondering silently… Was pretending to be weak a test of the strength that destroyed the fortress wall?
No, he doesn’t seem as strong as he used to be.
…In the distance, Leon gripped his magic wand, perplexed and confused by the crackling blue arc dancing around him.
Escaping from the seemingly inevitable magic element torrent, he looked down in bewilderment at the currents penetrating the armor and emerging from Garner’s surface.
This isn’t the reverse magic wand’s Flying Thunder God technique, nor was there time to cast the magic gun.
Yet, this doesn’t seem like Ancient Lorelette’s spell either.
Apparently, desperate, he had used the atmospheric element state of the magic wand to transform himself and Garner together… into lightning?
But when did he learn such a skill?
Could it be another hidden function of this ancient magic wand?
Suddenly, he heard the continuous barrier explosion.
Unable to continue thinking, Leon raised his gaze to witness Olivia, wielding the Holy Sword’s light blade, shattering through the sky like a speeding cannonball.
The excess moisture from the rain on the armor and cloak of the Golden Lion Queen dried out completely during her ultra-fast movement.
In an instant, Leon assumed a stance to counterattack, but subconsciously, he once again activated his casting techniques like an innate reflex.
The method of converting to lightning was extraordinarily practiced—magic power activated the spell link between himself and Garner.
In an instant, the atmospheric elements fiercely gathered together, and everything around transformed into abstract energy spectrums in perception.
Before the crackling electric arcs exploded, the body had already turned into a flash of lightning, instantly arriving in front of Olivia.
Leon was momentarily stunned, his consciousness and reactions lagging behind.
But Olivia had already anticipated it, swinging her sword diagonally in response.
Was it that he had gotten faster?
The jumping electric light shot up into the sky at ninety degrees with no inertia to speak of; Leon, transformed into thunder, could even perceive the girl below with precision, her halt as her eyes slowly moved upward to coldly gaze at him.
Emerging from the elemental state of lightning, Leon flipped over and swung Garner’s Wing Blade, performing a Great Griffin Slash towards Olivia.
Yet a fleeting thought made him hesitate, turning the Wing Blade horizontally, changing a slash into a smack.
But this concern seemed unnecessary.
Olivia spun away, her sword blade spinning, as the Holy Sword and Thunder Spear intersected, instantly dissolving the empty sword technique he had created.
Watching the girl twist the hilt to deflect the attack, the light blade of the Holy Sword brushing over her head, the double strike seemingly trying to split him in two like a falling swallow, Leon once again turned into thunder, darting tens of meters away.
Once again…. the girl whose attack missed looked back with her sword lowered, a sudden and inexplicable trace of frustration appearing in her cold eyes.
“Jump up to hit the head”… that was his own move.
Why was he suddenly holding back, turning to blunt strikes?
“Are you insulting me? Snake Slayer.” Olivia was irritated by his seemingly disparaging attitude; without the intent to kill her, such frivolity could never defeat her.
In the past, she might have been troubled by his elusive Thunder Magic.
But now, she had found a way to truly catch up with his attacks… bending down, holding her long sword side-on in front of her, the girl’s golden ponytail and battle robe danced in the tide of magic power released from her body.
The golden flames surged and spun around the blade of the Holy Sword like a storm once again.
The third sword was too forced, but as long as the power was restrained—even at the speed of lightning—it couldn’t outpace sunlight.
In the flicker of electric light, Leon leaped down from the difficult-to-maintain lightning state, warily watching Olivia’s posture as she gathered magic power again, feeling a thrill of fear.
She could manage another strike?
How much magic power did this world’s Olivia possess within her?
Leon raised the Magic Gun and cried out loudly: “I have no intention to fight to the death with you! Olivia, retreat! You should understand, as long as I’m here, you cannot easily conquer Audoruk again!”
“More words are useless, how can we know without trying,” Golden Lion’s crisp voice unwavering: “Just with your current strength, you cannot stop me.”
Leon gritted his teeth, his vision seeing countless trajectories interweaving, about to drown him in a tsunami of light.
Relying on that inexplicable spell, the threat he posed to Olivia was still limited; merely relying on speed, he couldn’t defeat the formidable Big Lion, he could only hold out a little longer himself.
If he wanted to stop her… he had to defeat her, but how could he possibly do that?
Let alone subduing the opponent, with his skills, it was impossible to make her retreat without harming her life.
The lightning flashed sharply again, transforming into thunder to widen the distance, his rapid reactions led him to look towards the Holy Sword in Olivia’s hand, his thoughts racing.
The déjà vu attack, like a Light Cannon, was undoubtedly a kind of magic.
But Olivia… was clearly not supposed to be able to control magic stably.
Is it because of this sword?
Could the Sun Holy Sword extract high-density magic element from within her, releasing that powerful attack magic?
Suddenly noticing the girl’s eyes had turned from gold to green, Leon’s mind jumped wildly.
Doesn’t that mean, now Olivia can hardly interfere with the formation of Magic Techniques? Has the Disturbing Magic Field disappeared?
Would his magic work on her now?
His magic power couldn’t be spent like Olivia’s without care; he had to try, no matter what.
Leon stopped, his steps pulling open the Hydra Sword’s opening move, the blade of Garner tilted.
He sighed inwardly, praying that the little lion in another world would bless him.
Like nine dazzling illusory tracks, threading through perception along “possibilities” almost without gap, piercing into Olivia’s deathly tsunami extending from everywhere.
Suddenly feeling stirred within, each attack trajectory of the Hydra Sword had never before been entwined with jumping thunder.
Nine-headed sea serpent….. instantly changed, as if penetrating the ocean of “probability” ahead like nine flood dragons.