Chapter 116: Unraveling The Dark Conspiracy (3)
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Chapter 116: Unraveling The Dark Conspiracy (3)
Fortunately, people were evacuating en masse across the Academy.
After all, the order came from the saint.
Unless someone was incredibly defiant, no one would linger after such a decree.
People hurried to pack their belongings, secure their shops, and leave the Academy.
We dont know when the magic circle will activate.
This thought spurred Ray into action.
He intended to go and neutralize the magic circle.
He couldnt pinpoint the boundary of the magic circle because it was too distant.
Had it been closer, Ray, with his heightened sensitivity to mana, would have detected it.
He had already asked Iriel to organize relief supplies and issue an emergency directive.
Ray turned to Aira and said,
Aira, could you protect the evacuating people from the monsters?
Asking an elf like her to defend humans was not typical in their world.
Different races, such as elves and humans, seldom saw themselves as protectors of one another.
This was especially true since humans often pillaged elf villages and enslaved their captives.
Consequently, elves usually harbored more resentment towards humans than dwarves.
Such a request might have been refused by her.
However, they were in dire need of assistance at the moment.
The city guards, adept at handling petty thieves, were ill-equipped for the colossal monsters.
Aira responded with a nod to Rays plea.
If its your request, I cannot say no.
She pivoted with the swiftness of the wind and vanished from view.
Her speed was astonishing; without employing magic, her innate physical agility was almost unfairly fast.
With her overseeing their protection, he felt more at ease about the evacuees safety.
Ray also pivoted.
He had to make his way to the Academys outskirts.
He was deeply curious about the regional guards actions, or lack thereof, that permitted the magic circles completion.
Still, he didnt truly believe they had been negligent in their duties.
A magic circle of this scale would have taken years to complete.
It seemed unlikely they had been idly doing nothing all this time.
Ray moved as if melting into the air.
His speed was so great that his clothes would have torn had they not been protected by mana.
The situation was that urgent, and the fate of the Holy Kingdom hung in the balance.
Without a clear destination, he had no choice but to run blindly.
Thus, Ray sped toward the outskirts.
Iriel, after explaining the situation to the city guards and the security forces who had emerged due to the monsters breaching the safe zone, quickly moved toward Silien.
The Academy area could be divided into northern and southern parts. The southern part was closer to Gehel for evacuation, while the northern part offered a quicker route to Silien.
Distance-wise, that made sense, but while the southern area was close to Gehel for fast evacuation, the northern area and Silien were separated by a mountain range, making it quite a distance.
In the event of an attack by either a second force, like monsters, or a third party, which side would be more dangerous?
It was obvious that the refugees heading to Silien would be in far more danger than those bound for Gehel.
Thats why Iriels steps were particularly quick.
Without prepared supplies, a sudden increase in people will only cause chaos!
Her speed, as she crossed forests and leaped over trees, was terrifying.
Her unique method of movement, powered by her overwhelming divine power, skillfully avoided obstacles in her path.
Unlike Ray, she could activate divine power within her body.
Physically, she was superior to Ray.
The elasticity bursting from her long legs traveled efficiently through her muscles, maximizing her efficiency.
This allowed her to move farther than the divine power she expended.
At some point, Iriel realized she was being followed.
Five individuals.
Their powerful mana made her skin tingle.
She could outrun them, but doing so would leave the refugees heading to Silien vulnerable.
As a saint, she couldnt stand by and watch her people get slaughtered.
Iriel quickly scanned her surroundings, checking for high and low areas.
Such words were unbecoming of a saint.
However, Iriel wasnt the kind of saint who would spare those who threatened her country and her life.
In fact, she could become quite malevolent if the harm outweighed the good.
Her divine power enveloped them in an instant.
Their chances of blocking her precise strikes, aimed only at vital points, were slim to none.
Unlike in the initial exchange, one of the middle-aged men intervened, his face pallid.
Thud
The sound of their swords and hands colliding was unbelievably dull.
The middle-aged swordmaster seemed to have taken a step back after losing the exchange.
But Iriels demeanor remained unchanged.
This exchange had clearly determined who held the upper hand.
Even Zik couldnt match Iriel in a one-on-one battle.
It was unclear how skilled the swordmaster before her was, but she saw no reason to be overpowered by just one of them.
However, Iriel was startled for another reason.
Which kingdom would have two swordmasters
The youths were of no concern to her.
Her attention was solely on the two swordmasters.
Which nation would have such excess power that they could afford to use two swordmasters for an assassination when they could be part of the kingdoms military strength?
Perhaps the Lecian Empire but
The Lecian Empire had nothing to gain from eliminating a saint.
If they were found to have killed a saint, it would trigger a holy war. Without a way to defeat the saint, the Lecian Empire would lose the war.
The empire wasnt foolish enough to deploy two swordmasters for a mission with only demerits.
Thus, no nation seemed capable of creating this situation.
It must be a third force, manipulating the rebellion, controlling monsters, and possessing necromancers.
Now knowing they also had swordmasters, Iriel began to fear this unnamed, hidden force.
Iriel shook her head.
Nows not the time to ponder this.
Even a momentary lapse could be fatal in a battle of such caliber.
In fights between those at the pinnacle, victory and defeat can hinge on a split-second gap. Its a mental battle, a clash within consciousness.
The saying that battles are won or lost before they begin holds true only for those who have reached such extreme states.
Iriel and the middle-aged men stood motionless with their swords drawn, like statues.
Their auras clashed, swirling and colliding with fierce intensity.
The youths didnt dare intervene.
Approaching meant risking being torn apart in the struggle for control.
An overwhelming sense of powerlessness and a natural murderous intent.
All these factors forbade their involvement.
Everyone has their own domain.
In the swordsmanship academy, this is technically referred to as the Absolute Field.
Why call it such a name when it is merely within the swing of a sword?
Its because entering this field means certain deathits inevitable.
The distance a Swordmasters all-out strike can reacha boundary where life can be extinguished in the blink of an eye.
Thats the Absolute Field.
My own distance, my own domain.
A line of life and death that others cannot cross, unique to myself.
Within this domain, one holds the power over the life and death of others.
Thus, its natural to fight to expand ones domain before the battle begins.
Iriels Absolute Field is approximately seven meters.
However, the field of the Swordmasters in front of her measures only about five meters.
Is it a difference in skill? More accurately, its a difference in nature and divine power.
Realizing this, one of the middle-aged men stepped into Iriels domain.
But Iriel couldnt immediately sever his ankle because the other middle-aged man followed suit, entering her domain as well.
She might manage to kill one, but the other would cost her life.
Good heavens!
To disregard ones life even as a Swordmaster?
This tactic is befitting of lower-ranked soldiers, not them!
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Chapter 116: Unraveling The Dark Conspiracy (3)
Fortunately, people were evacuating en masse across the Academy.
After all, the order came from the saint.
Unless someone was incredibly defiant, no one would linger after such a decree.
People hurried to pack their belongings, secure their shops, and leave the Academy.
We dont know when the magic circle will activate.
This thought spurred Ray into action.
He intended to go and neutralize the magic circle.
He couldnt pinpoint the boundary of the magic circle because it was too distant.
Had it been closer, Ray, with his heightened sensitivity to mana, would have detected it.
He had already asked Iriel to organize relief supplies and issue an emergency directive.
Ray turned to Aira and said,
Aira, could you protect the evacuating people from the monsters?
Asking an elf like her to defend humans was not typical in their world.
Different races, such as elves and humans, seldom saw themselves as protectors of one another.
This was especially true since humans often pillaged elf villages and enslaved their captives.
Consequently, elves usually harbored more resentment towards humans than dwarves.
Such a request might have been refused by her.
However, they were in dire need of assistance at the moment.
The city guards, adept at handling petty thieves, were ill-equipped for the colossal monsters.
Aira responded with a nod to Rays plea.
If its your request, I cannot say no.
She pivoted with the swiftness of the wind and vanished from view.
Her speed was astonishing; without employing magic, her innate physical agility was almost unfairly fast.
With her overseeing their protection, he felt more at ease about the evacuees safety.
Ray also pivoted.
He had to make his way to the Academys outskirts.
He was deeply curious about the regional guards actions, or lack thereof, that permitted the magic circles completion.
Still, he didnt truly believe they had been negligent in their duties.
A magic circle of this scale would have taken years to complete.
It seemed unlikely they had been idly doing nothing all this time.
Ray moved as if melting into the air.
His speed was so great that his clothes would have torn had they not been protected by mana.
The situation was that urgent, and the fate of the Holy Kingdom hung in the balance.
Without a clear destination, he had no choice but to run blindly.
Thus, Ray sped toward the outskirts.
Iriel, after explaining the situation to the city guards and the security forces who had emerged due to the monsters breaching the safe zone, quickly moved toward Silien.
The Academy area could be divided into northern and southern parts. The southern part was closer to Gehel for evacuation, while the northern part offered a quicker route to Silien.
Distance-wise, that made sense, but while the southern area was close to Gehel for fast evacuation, the northern area and Silien were separated by a mountain range, making it quite a distance.
In the event of an attack by either a second force, like monsters, or a third party, which side would be more dangerous?
It was obvious that the refugees heading to Silien would be in far more danger than those bound for Gehel.
Thats why Iriels steps were particularly quick.
Without prepared supplies, a sudden increase in people will only cause chaos!
Her speed, as she crossed forests and leaped over trees, was terrifying.
Her unique method of movement, powered by her overwhelming divine power, skillfully avoided obstacles in her path.
Unlike Ray, she could activate divine power within her body.
Physically, she was superior to Ray.
The elasticity bursting from her long legs traveled efficiently through her muscles, maximizing her efficiency.
This allowed her to move farther than the divine power she expended.
At some point, Iriel realized she was being followed.
Five individuals.
Their powerful mana made her skin tingle.
She could outrun them, but doing so would leave the refugees heading to Silien vulnerable.
As a saint, she couldnt stand by and watch her people get slaughtered.
Iriel quickly scanned her surroundings, checking for high and low areas.
Such words were unbecoming of a saint.
However, Iriel wasnt the kind of saint who would spare those who threatened her country and her life.
In fact, she could become quite malevolent if the harm outweighed the good.
Her divine power enveloped them in an instant.
Their chances of blocking her precise strikes, aimed only at vital points, were slim to none.
Unlike in the initial exchange, one of the middle-aged men intervened, his face pallid.
Thud
The sound of their swords and hands colliding was unbelievably dull.
The middle-aged swordmaster seemed to have taken a step back after losing the exchange.
But Iriels demeanor remained unchanged.
This exchange had clearly determined who held the upper hand.
Even Zik couldnt match Iriel in a one-on-one battle.
It was unclear how skilled the swordmaster before her was, but she saw no reason to be overpowered by just one of them.
However, Iriel was startled for another reason.
Which kingdom would have two swordmasters
The youths were of no concern to her.
Her attention was solely on the two swordmasters.
Which nation would have such excess power that they could afford to use two swordmasters for an assassination when they could be part of the kingdoms military strength?
Perhaps the Lecian Empire but
The Lecian Empire had nothing to gain from eliminating a saint.
If they were found to have killed a saint, it would trigger a holy war. Without a way to defeat the saint, the Lecian Empire would lose the war.
The empire wasnt foolish enough to deploy two swordmasters for a mission with only demerits.
Thus, no nation seemed capable of creating this situation.
It must be a third force, manipulating the rebellion, controlling monsters, and possessing necromancers.
Now knowing they also had swordmasters, Iriel began to fear this unnamed, hidden force.
Iriel shook her head.
Nows not the time to ponder this.
Even a momentary lapse could be fatal in a battle of such caliber.
In fights between those at the pinnacle, victory and defeat can hinge on a split-second gap. Its a mental battle, a clash within consciousness.
The saying that battles are won or lost before they begin holds true only for those who have reached such extreme states.
Iriel and the middle-aged men stood motionless with their swords drawn, like statues.
Their auras clashed, swirling and colliding with fierce intensity.
The youths didnt dare intervene.
Approaching meant risking being torn apart in the struggle for control.
An overwhelming sense of powerlessness and a natural murderous intent.
All these factors forbade their involvement.
Everyone has their own domain.
In the swordsmanship academy, this is technically referred to as the Absolute Field.
Why call it such a name when it is merely within the swing of a sword?
Its because entering this field means certain deathits inevitable.
The distance a Swordmasters all-out strike can reacha boundary where life can be extinguished in the blink of an eye.
Thats the Absolute Field.
My own distance, my own domain.
A line of life and death that others cannot cross, unique to myself.
Within this domain, one holds the power over the life and death of others.
Thus, its natural to fight to expand ones domain before the battle begins.
Iriels Absolute Field is approximately seven meters.
However, the field of the Swordmasters in front of her measures only about five meters.
Is it a difference in skill? More accurately, its a difference in nature and divine power.
Realizing this, one of the middle-aged men stepped into Iriels domain.
But Iriel couldnt immediately sever his ankle because the other middle-aged man followed suit, entering her domain as well.
She might manage to kill one, but the other would cost her life.
Good heavens!
To disregard ones life even as a Swordmaster?
This tactic is befitting of lower-ranked soldiers, not them!
Chapter 116: Unraveling The Dark Conspiracy 3Fortunately, people were evacuating en masse across the Academy.After all, the order came from the saint.Unless someone was incredibly defiant, no one would linger after such a decree.People hurried to pack their belongings, secure their shops, and leave the Academy.We dont know when the magic circle will activate.This thought spurred Ray into action.He intended to go and neutralize the magic circle.He couldnt pinpoint the boundary of the magic circle because it was too distant.Had it been closer, Ray, with his heightened sensitivity to mana, would have detected it.He had already asked Iriel to organize relief supplies and issue an emergency directive.Ray turned to Aira and said,Aira, could you protect the evacuating people from the monsters?Asking an elf like her to defend humans was not typical in their world.Different races, such as elves and humans, seldom saw themselves as protectors of one another.This was especially true since humans often pillaged elf villages and enslaved their captives.Consequently, elves usually harbored more resentment towards humans than dwarves.Such a request might have been refused by her.However, they were in dire need of assistance at the moment.The city guards, adept at handling petty thieves, were ill-equipped for the colossal monsters.Aira responded with a nod to Rays plea.If its your request, I cannot say no.She pivoted with the swiftness of the wind and vanished from view.Her speed was astonishing; without employing magic, her innate physical agility was almost unfairly fast.With her overseeing their protection, he felt more at ease about the evacuees safety.Ray also pivoted.He had to make his way to the Academys outskirts.He was deeply curious about the regional guards actions, or lack thereof, that permitted the magic circles completion.Still, he didnt truly believe they had been negligent in their duties.A magic circle of this scale would have taken years to complete.It seemed unlikely they had been idly doing nothing all this time.Ray moved as if melting into the air.His speed was so great that his clothes would have torn had they not been protected by mana.The situation was that urgent, and the fate of the Holy Kingdom hung in the balance.Without a clear destination, he had no choice but to run blindly.Thus, Ray sped toward the outskirts.Iriel, after explaining the situation to the city guards and the security forces who had emerged due to the monsters breaching the safe zone, quickly moved toward Silien.The Academy area could be divided into northern and southern parts. The southern part was closer to Gehel for evacuation, while the northern part offered a quicker route to Silien.Distance-wise, that made sense, but while the southern area was close to Gehel for fast evacuation, the northern area and Silien were separated by a mountain range, making it quite a distance.In the event of an attack by either a second force, like monsters, or a third party, which side would be more dangerous?It was obvious that the refugees heading to Silien would be in far more danger than those bound for Gehel.Thats why Iriels steps were particularly quick.Without prepared supplies, a sudden increase in people will only cause chaos!Her speed, as she crossed forests and leaped over trees, was terrifying.Her unique method of movement, powered by her overwhelming divine power, skillfully avoided obstacles in her path.Unlike Ray, she could activate divine power within her body.Physically, she was superior to Ray.The elasticity bursting from her long legs traveled efficiently through her muscles, maximizing her efficiency.This allowed her to move farther than the divine power she expended.At some point, Iriel realized she was being followed.Five individuals.Their powerful mana made her skin tingle.She could outrun them, but doing so would leave the refugees heading to Silien vulnerable.As a saint, she couldnt stand by and watch her people get slaughtered.Iriel quickly scanned her surroundings, checking for high and low areas.Such words were unbecoming of a saint.However, Iriel wasnt the kind of saint who would spare those who threatened her country and her life.In fact, she could become quite malevolent if the harm outweighed the good.Her divine power enveloped them in an instant.Their chances of blocking her precise strikes, aimed only at vital points, were slim to none.Unlike in the initial exchange, one of the middle-aged men intervened, his face pallid.ThudThe sound of their swords and hands colliding was unbelievably dull.The middle-aged swordmaster seemed to have taken a step back after losing the exchange.But Iriels demeanor remained unchanged.This exchange had clearly determined who held the upper hand.Even Zik couldnt match Iriel in a one-on-one battle.It was unclear how skilled the swordmaster before her was, but she saw no reason to be overpowered by just one of them.However, Iriel was startled for another reason.Which kingdom would have two swordmastersThe youths were of no concern to her.Her attention was solely on the two swordmasters.Which nation would have such excess power that they could afford to use two swordmasters for an assassination when they could be part of the kingdoms military strength?Perhaps the Lecian Empire butThe Lecian Empire had nothing to gain from eliminating a saint.If they were found to have killed a saint, it would trigger a holy war. Without a way to defeat the saint, the Lecian Empire would lose the war.The empire wasnt foolish enough to deploy two swordmasters for a mission with only demerits.Thus, no nation seemed capable of creating this situation.It must be a third force, manipulating the rebellion, controlling monsters, and possessing necromancers.Now knowing they also had swordmasters, Iriel began to fear this unnamed, hidden force.Iriel shook her head.Nows not the time to ponder this.Even a momentary lapse could be fatal in a battle of such caliber.In fights between those at the pinnacle, victory and defeat can hinge on a split-second gap. Its a mental battle, a clash within consciousness.The saying that battles are won or lost before they begin holds true only for those who have reached such extreme states.Iriel and the middle-aged men stood motionless with their swords drawn, like statues.Their auras clashed, swirling and colliding with fierce intensity.The youths didnt dare intervene.Approaching meant risking being torn apart in the struggle for control.An overwhelming sense of powerlessness and a natural murderous intent.All these factors forbade their involvement.Everyone has their own domain.In the swordsmanship academy, this is technically referred to as the Absolute Field.Why call it such a name when it is merely within the swing of a sword?Its because entering this field means certain deathits inevitable.The distance a Swordmasters all-out strike can reacha boundary where life can be extinguished in the blink of an eye.Thats the Absolute Field.My own distance, my own domain.A line of life and death that others cannot cross, unique to myself.Within this domain, one holds the power over the life and death of others.Thus, its natural to fight to expand ones domain before the battle begins.Iriels Absolute Field is approximately seven meters.However, the field of the Swordmasters in front of her measures only about five meters.Is it a difference in skill? More accurately, its a difference in nature and divine power.Realizing this, one of the middle-aged men stepped into Iriels domain.But Iriel couldnt immediately sever his ankle because the other middle-aged man followed suit, entering her domain as well.She might manage to kill one, but the other would cost her life.Good heavens!To disregard ones life even as a Swordmaster?This tactic is befitting of lower-ranked soldiers, not them!
