"Die!" The monster’s voice suddenly exploded in Lynch’s mind. The white light sphere was already close at hand, but the mage’s muscles couldn’t hide their trembling. His legs and body were not under his mind’s control at all, making it impossible to dodge the attack.
However, since the monster had just consumed a large amount of Heart Power, the continuous Spiritual Shock directed at Lynch finally showed a slight crack and gap. Once that burning pain disappeared from Lynch’s brain, the young mage finally had a moment to catch his breath.
Although control over his body was lost, the refined gold arm was not affected by the Spiritual Shock and did not tremble. Following the mage’s brain command, he quickly lifted it to block between the light sphere and Lynch’s forehead.
A surge of impact came from the arm, as if hit by a powerful energy, it was like being continuously hit by a strong water flow. The mage’s weak legs could no longer support his body weight, and under the impact, Lynch was directly knocked away, smashing into the bar counter with a boom.
"Finally dealt with you, human." The monster wobbled forward, slowly approaching the completely collapsed inn bar. He watched the mage buried under the stone fragments, his jaw tentacles constantly quivering.
"Who said I was finished?" A voice sounded behind the monster, with a hint of mockery, "Why don’t you show your true form?"
"True form? I don’t understand what you mean." The monster turned around, surprised to find Lynch standing intact in front of him.
"Where exactly are you casting this spell from? To be able to directly attack my consciousness from a distance. The combination of suggestion-type Enchantment Magic and a mental attack Enchantment Magic is indeed a good combo." Lynch kept tapping the ground with his Powerful Wand, creating a rhythmic thump: "But there are too many flaws in the monster image you created."
"Flaws? What flaws could I have?" The monster tilted his head, looking puzzled: "Can you tell me, what so-called flaws did you notice?"
"Will I tell you?" Lynch grinned, revealing two rows of teeth, "But those who mess with me never end well. I’ll tell you the most crucial one before you die."
"My native language is not Underground Common Language, remember that when you mimic telepathy next time!" Lynch said this and suddenly accelerated forward, pressing his Powerful Wand against the monster. His right palm facing up, a silver sphere with floating text began to form in rotation.
Upon direct contact with another object, the monster’s body immediately became blurry, slowly dissipating like evaporating steam.
"Trying to escape? No way!" Lynch deeply understood the principle of eliminating the enemy thoroughly, especially with an enemy that could attack with spells from a distance; it was essential to annihilate them completely. He used the Powerful Wand as a medium, directly transferring Magic Origin Energy towards the monster’s figure.
The monster’s shadow immediately became clear again, vividly reappearing before Lynch. At such a close range, every wrinkle of the monster’s skin was clearly visible. The blue-purple mucus slithering down his body made him even more repulsive.
The power of the Magic Origin continued entering the monster’s body, but it affected the person using the spell from afar. In a magic laboratory by the Black Crystal Tower, the Dark Elf Yarriel was sweating, struggling to control the crystal ball before him. His original plan was to create an illusion using spells, but for some reason, Lynch seemed completely indifferent to all illusions. Despite wasting many spells, no effect was achieved. In anger, Yarriel took out a Magic Scroll, a powerful Enchantment Magic, and with the help of the crystal ball, launched an attack directly at the Human Mage. Only by destroying the opponent’s consciousness could he make him his slave—Yarriel, who had great "interest" in Lynch, wanted to take this step. Unexpectedly, the Dark Elf, originally confident in absolute victory, exposed a flaw and unknowingly lost the initiative to the human.
Especially now, the energy acting on the crystal ball could enhance the effect of the just-cast Enchantment spell, preventing it from dissipating, which astonished Yarriel, who intended to slip away unnoticed. Vaguely, the Dark Elf sensed that the spell he was using was about to backfire. If this powerful magic rebounded on the user, he had no confidence of surviving unscathed. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel_fіre.net