The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 297

Where were they? Alavin completely lost track of the two figures, as if they were never in the beast pen, undetectable by any sign of their presence.

Just then, Erica's voice wafted through the forest, her location indiscernible. "Alavin, engage in battle!"

A stunning shower of light suddenly burst forth from ahead, like a myriad of stars plummeting from the sky, vast and sweeping towards Alavin. The powerful magic wave thundered through the beast pen, shattering all trees in its path with a brilliance akin to gleaming blades. Its might was no less formidable than Alavin's own assault!

“So strong!” Alavin left behind afterimages as he moved, his sacred sword shining like a rainbow, dazzling and bright. The Dawnedge Blade unleashed intense beams of light, shattering the rain of blades, but... something was not right! His aggressive sword tide seemed to hit nothing at all. It should have clashed with the curtain of swords, yet nothing happened.

Could this be... an illusion?

Alavin snapped to the realization on the spot and swiftly retreated, for who could guarantee that within the fantasy, there wasn't a real threat lurking?

Fortunate was his quick reaction, for in the next instant, Sveinn burst out from the curtain of blades, his oppressive aura of slaughter bearing down. His movements were graceful and swift as a startled swan. His whole body roared with flames, twisting the space around him. His sword danced like the rain, its edge burning with flames as it shot towards Alavin.

Alavin tumbled to the ground, undeterred, and with a counterstrike, proclaimed, "Fall of Eternity, Infinite Swords."

Violent sword energy erupted, clashing head-on with Sveinn's swordsmanship.

The two sword collided with immense force, and the clashing sounds filled the beast pen as if thousands of swords were striking each other in a dense and intense cacophony.

Sveinn was extremely confident in his swordsmanship and had the advantage of a surprise attack. After striking once, he immediately followed up with a second strike. However...

"What?" Sveinn's face shifted with surprise as Alavin's swordsmanship instantly dispersed all the fiery sword tides, striking at Sveinn with a force that could uproot trees and pull them down.

Alavin struck with his sword. The Dawnedge Blade pierced Sveinn’s chest, emerging from the shoulder and drawing a spray of crimson blood.

“Ah!” Sveinn grunted and staggered back, swiftly evading into the dense forest.

The brows of the Citadel Protégés furrowed, taken aback by the turn of events.

Alavin was about to pursue Sveinn, but he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Erica appeared before him, her presence as clear and pure as crystal, her bearing valiant and not overly delicate, yet exuding a compelling heroism. With a light laugh, she transformed into hundreds of figures, spreading across the beast pen, all gazing at Alavin with smiling eyes.

Hundreds of identical stunning maidens surrounded Alavin. Undoubtedly, all were illusions, with not a single one being the real Erica. This was bizarre scene, yet thick with danger. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Such strong Hallucination Craft. Though Alavin was not familiar with it, he could sense the power of this Combat Magic.

What a sibling duo, one with Hallucination Craft, the other with ambush tactics. Together, they were an invincible team. No wonder the Blessed Citadel sent them into battle, seemingly holding the

winning cards.

"Alavin, witness the Combat Magic of Citadel Protégés," Erica's ethereal voice echoed throughout the beast pen. The collective voices of the hundreds made it impossible to pinpoint the source.

Meanwhile, Sveinn hid in the shadows outside the reach of the Hallucination Craft, his body ablaze. Like a prowling cheetah, he focused intently on Alavin, ready to pounce. His eyes were cold; the humiliation of his failed ambush fueled his anger.

The wound bled profusely, and the pain was searing. “Wait, blood?” Sveinn suddenly snapped to attention and hurried to stop the bleeding.

Alavin stood emotionless, already locking onto Sveinn's location by the scent of blood.

"Erica! Suppress him!" Sveinn shouted as he retreated.

The hundreds of Ericas all raised their hands in unison, chanting loudly. Their voices reverberated through the area. In an instant, the skies above the beast pen darkened with storm clouds, lightning crackled, trees were uprooted, and flames surged. The ground shattered, and a bone-chilling cold tide emerged. Along with swords, long knives, lightning, flames, ice, and other dangers, they spreading rapidly as if hundreds of Mages were casting Combat Magic!

Thunder roared deafeningly, brilliant sword light cleaved through the void, endless flames scorched the sky, and great swathes of magical light rain shone like falling stars...

Countless illusions appeared in the beast pen. The spectacle was so grand it seemed as if a war was underway.

These Hallucination Crafts were not only presented to Alavin but also to all the spectators. Even the Citadel Protégés couldn't help but feel the tension as if a real battlefield enveloped them. The terrifying might threatened to sweep across the entire field.