The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 257

"To awaken the ancient kingdom, we must contain these Eighteen Souls!" boomed a deep voice across the Sea of Heavens, resonating like a great bell, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard it. The Golden Eagle perched in the east. Its gaze locked on a King Spirit deep beneath the ocean waves.

“Agreed!” The Snow Bunny conjured a blaze that filled the sky, standing proudly in the west.

“I'll take one down,” declared the White Tiger. Its aura was fierce as it soared; its fighting spirit was unmatched, targeting a King Spirit above the shoreline. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Agreed!” bellowed the Cobalt Strike Commander, Bloodlore Commander, Lord Viperbane, the Floral Enchantress Commander, and Lord Warbringer in unison.

Mighty sea beasts plunged headfirst into the ocean's depths, each choosing a King Spirit to challenge. Exactly eighteen warriors targeted eighteen King Spirits.

As the sea creatures retreated into the abyss, the atmosphere around the coast became heated. Countless mercenaries and Magi-Monsters were poised to strike, ready to swarm into the king’s castle once it fell. They didn't all expect grand treasures, and any rare relic would be a prize. Oh, what countless precious magical treasures and ancestral riches might lie within that undying realm?

The Floral Enchantress Commander was the first to strike, sending forth a holy radiance that spiraled like a reversed galaxy, parting the seas and causing monstrous waves to crash against a Queen among the King Spirits.

Lord Viperbane entered the fray, a lone figure with dragon might. His presence alone was commanding, his weaponless hands were filled with a war aura that pierced the heavens, and his dragon's might suppressed the entire sea.

The Cobalt Strike Commander unleashed eight beams of divine light, swirling and intertwining like a fearsome hurricane, sweeping across the Sea of Heavens and crashing into the ocean floor.

A massive butterfly fluttered through the void, appearing above the ancient kingdom, casting endless shadows and light, like a river tide surging toward a King Spirit.

Lord Warbringer joined the battle, summoning two hundred-meter swords. Their killing intent reached the stars as he cleaved downward. His power was vast and unyielding like a tumultuous ocean, sweeping everything in its path!

“Who dares disturb the slumber of the ancient kingdom?”

The eighteen King Spirits awakened once more, each radiating brilliant light, roaring in fury as if resurrected, brandishing their weapons to face the formidable enemies.

The seas within a ten-thousand-meter radius boiled over, as various energies collided powerfully beneath the waves, creating endless whirlpools that disrupted the ocean floor. The surface erupted with towering waves that clashed with deafening roars. Many sea beasts, unable to dodge, were shattered by the residual energy.

Dark clouds churned in the sky, and thick lightning tore through the darkness, striking the tumultuous waters while torrential rain poured down with the gales.

Mercenaries near the coast gasped for air, scrambling to retreat. Orland, Eyla, and others also withdrew into the forest. The underwater melee was a blur of chaos, filled with all manner of light and vortices, and the roars that echoed through the Sea of Heavens.

“How do you propose we control this situation?” Mariela chided Alavin. Their power was insignificant compared to these overlord figures, and a mere ripple could obliterate them.

“Patience... patience...” Alavin wasn't focused on the underwater war but rather gazed into the distance, communicating in his mind with the Chained Spirit. “Have you not found it yet?”

“Only when they truly threaten the survival of the kingdom's ruins will the Eighteen Souls withdraw and return to the Royal Mausoleum. Only then might the Royal Mausoleum react,” the Chained Spirit had once studied these ruins deeply, perhaps the most knowledgeable of its kind. The true treasures were not in Atlantis, for though it was vast and powerful, it was but a decoy meant to deceive the descendants.

Once the kingdom's ruins were destroyed, the King Spirits guarding it would silently withdraw, leaving a ruin for people to explore. The King Spirits would then return to where they truly belonged —the Royal Mausoleum!

This was the bold plan that Alavin and the Chained Spirit had devised. They would use the commotion of Atlantis to draw powerful figures to assault the kingdom. When the barriers shattered and the King Spirits dispersed, that would be the time to seek the true Royal Mausoleum.

A daring plan, bordering on madness.

“Are you certain you can sense the Royal Mausoleum?”

“If they can truly repel the King Spirits, I will find the Royal Mausoleum. Without their retreat, the Royal Mausoleum will not reveal itself.”