The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 255

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Alavin stood atop a forest-clad mountain peak, gazing at the tumultuous sea where more and more sea beasts were gathering. Among them were many rare and mysterious creatures, emanating a terrible malice that even seemed to cause the heavens and earth to tremble. Dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the fierce winds whipped up colossal waves, crashing into each other and sending spray high into the air. The vast seascape was plunged into an endless gloom, as if heralding the end of days.

These fearsome sea beasts and Magi-Monsters, roamed around the mysterious ruins of an ancient kingdom, launching ferocious attacks in an attempt to breach the protective barrier above the ruins. Again and again, they failed, repelled by the shimmering curtain of light.

Not only did the Magi-Monsters congregate in the seas, but dreadful creatures also emerged from the forest depths.

A raging inferno swept across the sky, casting down a blanket of fiery light upon the ocean's surface, raising the temperature between heaven and earth. Within the heart of this fiery maelstrom, a crimson Snow Bunny lay quietly. Its blood-shot eyes watched the boiling sea, commanding the attention of many strange beasts lurking beneath the waves, who watched warily.

A golden eagle soared through the heavens, descending upon the sea with a brilliance that lit up the world like a proud sun dominating the sky. Its wingspan measured hundreds of meters, exuding a majestic and fearsome demeanor. From its lofty perch, it surveyed the gathering horde of monsters.

A white tiger emerged from the forest, its roar resounding through the sky and sea, silencing the rolling thunder. The space around it warped oddly, filled with a terrifying aura of slaughter. Its back

was lined with two rows of bone spurs, each one resembling a war spear, inspiring fear in all who saw it.

In addition to these dreadful beings, countless Magi-Monsters flocked to the forest's edge, eyeing the sea with greedy anticipation.

Thousands of mercenaries had gathered near the coast, keeping their distance from the frightful Magi-Monsters. They were all anxiously watching the sea, waiting for the sea beasts to break the ancient kingdom's seal.

Alavin, far from the coast, was neither startled nor afraid, calmly observing the scene, and murmuring to himself, "Not enough, still not enough. More, more..."

Mariela was left speechless by his musings, unable to glean any information despite her questions.

Five days later, the Cobalt Strike Commander arrived at the sea, not concealing his formidable presence but revealing himself in his most powerful form.

Eight divine lights intertwined, forming a resplendent path, like a torrential flood traversing the skies, reaching the sea. His oppressive aura enveloped the world, and with each stride spanning a kilometer, he advanced toward the high seas from this celestial path.

The forest’s white tiger challenged him with a roar as sharp as a blade, filled with endless intent to kill. With a cold glance, the Cobalt Strike Commander unleashed a glare that emitted two beams of light, smothering the white tiger's challenge with terrifying pressure.

A gargantuan Sky-Devouring Whale thrashed amongst the stormy clouds. Its voice, like rolling thunder, echoed across the sea, “Who has summoned the ancient kingdom from its dusty slumber? Cobalt Strike Commander, if this is your trickery, if this is a battlefield, we shall flood the skies and drown Cobalt Strike.”

“You’re welcome to Cobalt Strike as a guest. I could use a proper beast skin for a rug, and you’ll do nicely,” retorted the Commander. He was seeking Alavin’s shadow, but Alavin had hidden himself the moment the commander appeared.

“Presumptuous!” bellowed three immense Sky-Devouring Whales in unison. Their roars unleashed a storm of thunder and rain, creating a tempest of destruction aimed at the Commander.

With a flick of his wrist, the Cobalt Strike Commander summoned eight beams of intense light that coalesced into a dazzling, massive fist. Like the wrath of a god, it struck from the heavens. The punch was gigantic and hundreds of meters wide. It crashed into the tempest with a thunderous boom. The sky and sea trembled, space itself seemed to fracture, and the terrible energy spread, scattering with the explosion over thousands of meters. Many Magi-Monsters and mercenaries were shaken to their core and forced to retreat in disarray.

“Damn, that’s ruthless!” exclaimed countless mercenaries, knowing the Cobalt Strike Commander was strong, but not expecting such a display of might.

The three Sky-Devouring Whales remained wary. Truly, the Cobalt Strike Commander was a force to be reckoned with, the undisputed Lord of the Northlands!

“Cobalt Strike Commander, they say you’ve investigated it for decades. Do you have a way to break the seal?” inquired the Snow Bunny from amidst the flames, speaking with a human voice.

“What does it matter if I do or don’t?” The Commander ignored the creature, and continued venturing deeper into the ocean to examine the eighteen silhouettes of light and the ancient kingdom’s ruins. He suspected this event was related to Alavin, but where had he gone? Why had he vanished after breaking the seal? Had he not anticipated such an uproar, or did he have other plans?