Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 292 Spatial Magic
Lord's final words of advice were like ice water thrown into boiling oil; instead of calming their fighting spirit, they fueled the army's even stronger killing intent.

Spurred on by the officers' taunts and the bounty, these elite soldiers abandoned their last shred of hesitation and charged fearlessly toward the lone figure.

Faced with this overwhelming military force, Lord completely suppressed his last shred of reluctance.

He no longer held back.

He gently raised his right hand, and a small magic circle unfolded in his hand, but the magical fluctuations contained within it were almost tangible.

These soldiers had no idea just how strong this young human mage was. Perhaps even Celia and Lord themselves didn't know just how powerful they had become.

He was involved in almost all forms of magic in the world, except for time magic.

Is Anna Lizard strong?
Very strong.

Born from the body abandoned by Lord, after absorbing and fusing all the corrupting divine power of the Fallen Gods Land, she has now become a terrifying being comparable to the first Demon King Asmodeus.

But that's all there is to it.

Lord had many ways to kill her, but he simply couldn't deal with the contamination from her self-destruction after death, so he hadn't made a move yet.

Facing tens of thousands of elite soldiers, Lord showed no fear whatsoever.

He gently pressed down on the heavily armored infantry phalanx charging at the forefront.

Gravity magic.

The hundreds of heavily armored soldiers at the forefront seemed to be crushed by an invisible mountain in an instant.

At this moment, their steel armor was no longer protection, but a deadly burden.

Under the terrifying force of supergravity, the sickening cracking of bones filled the air, and the soldiers screamed in agony as they collapsed to the ground in droves, like ants being crushed, blood gushing from the gaps in their tattered armor.

Even the ground was pressed into a huge dent!

This bizarre and terrifying scene caused the soldiers in the front ranks to stop in shock, staring in horror at the sunken area in front of them.

But this moment of stunned silence was only temporary.

The Empire's elite troops lived up to their reputation, and the follow-up forces quickly reacted. The commanders shouted out new orders at the top of their lungs: "Spread out! Prepare the magic-breaking arrows! Get closer to him! He's a mage, and since he can't fly, we just need to keep getting closer to him."

The soldiers quickly dispersed, and dozens of huge crossbows were pushed to the front line from the rear, their thick bolts gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

Lord's eyebrows twitched upon hearing the commander's order.

If he hadn't given all his holy swords to Celie for self-defense, he would have taught these soldiers what it meant to be a melee mage sooner or later.

Lord glanced at Celia on the other side.

The other party was already surrounded by hundreds of mages, and her petite figure was swallowed up by the black mage's robes.

However, judging from the raging magical power and various large-scale spells emanating from them, the opponent does not need my help for the time being.

So Lord looked away, or rather, he had no choice but to look away.

Because countless arrows, like locusts, were shooting towards him, blotting out the sky.

Interspersed among them were special enchanted crossbow bolts, the kind that could cause significant damage to defensive magic. Lord even noticed that some of these arrows had been enchanted by mages.

In other words, among the dark mass of soldiers in front of us, there are a few mages who are not involved in the operation to annihilate Seria.

The dense attacks covered almost every inch of space around Lord.

Lord frowned slightly.

Taking these crossbow bolts head-on would be a waste of your magic power.

Without hesitation, he unleashed a wide-range magic attack, forcibly creating a vacuum zone. He then used a small-scale spatial teleportation spell, leaving an afterimage behind while his true form appeared dozens of meters away.

Boom!

The spot where he had been standing was blasted into a deep crater by the crossbow bolt, and his afterimage was completely shattered.

"Damn it! How can he still use teleportation magic? Lock onto him! Keep firing! Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

Upon seeing this, the commander immediately ordered the crossbow bolts to be redirected, and soon another volley of arrows was unleashed.

This time, however, Lord simply stood still and did not use teleportation magic to dodge. He conjured a massive magic circle in his hand, and under the interference of this magic circle, the space around him instantly became disoriented and chaotic.

When the arrows entered a ten-meter radius around him, they seemed to hit a twisted wall, colliding with each other and even bouncing back along the same path.

For a moment, screams of agony rang out from within the Imperial army's ranks!

"Spatial magic! Spatial magic that can distort ranged attacks!" a mage in the army exclaimed in alarm. "Stop using crossbows!"

The officer reacted quickly: "Spread out! Cavalry, flank from both sides! Spearmen, advance in formation! Wear him down!"

The army quickly changed formation, attempting to use its numerical advantage and multi-angle attacks to wear down Lord.

The cavalry charged from the flank, attempting to disrupt his spellcasting, while in the front, a square of infantry wielding spears marched in orderly formation toward Lord.

The cavalrymen were not wielding long spears or similar weapons, but rather special short spears designed for throwing, clearly equipment specifically designed to deal with mages.

“Interesting,” Lord muttered to himself.

Leggett did make considerable preparations to deal with them.

Two magic circles in his hands unfolded simultaneously.

With a flick of his left hand toward the array of short spears thrown by the cavalry, an invisible spatial barrier instantly rose up.

The whistling short spears struck them and were all deflected, but that was enough, because these cavalrymen were simply using this to buy time.

Lord looked at the cavalryman who had come within ten meters of him and shook his head slightly.

"In vain."

He extended his left hand, fingers spread, and gently clenched it towards the cavalry charging from his flank.

Space begins to compress.

The charging cavalrymen were horrified to discover that the space in front of them seemed to have turned into a constantly shrinking box.

The warhorse neighed and crashed into the invisible barrier, the powerful inertia instantly squeezing the knight and the horse together.

The sounds of bones breaking, metal armor twisting and cracking, and screams filled the air.

The cavalrymen closest to Lord were thus forcibly "kneaded" into a mixture of scrap metal and flesh by him!
But some cavalrymen continued their charge.

Lord continued to use gravity magic in response.

Under the influence of gravity magic, the charging cavalry and their horses seemed to sink into a swamp, their speed plummeting and their movements becoming incredibly sluggish, turning them into easy targets.

Lord unleashed a series of light blades, precisely severing the horses' legs and completely thwarting the knights' first charge.

At the same time, the spear formation in front was already approaching.

Lord raised his hand to his shoulder, turned slightly to the side, and struck a very familiar pose.

Then he softly uttered a single word:

"shock."

Om-!
Centered on him, an invisible yet incredibly powerful shockwave spread outwards in a spherical shape at breakneck speed.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the earth churned and shattered like waves. The spearmen who were advancing in formation were thrown into the air, armor and all, and their steel spears were snapped in two like straw.

The terrifying shockwave penetrated his body, instantly shattering even his internal organs.

The entire frontal formation collapsed in patches, like a wheat field swept by a hurricane.

But the soldiers on the ground surged like a tide, one wave after another.

Taking advantage of their numbers, they surged in from all directions, hurling a dense barrage of spears, with dedicated shield bearers providing cover to prevent the spears from bouncing back.

The soldiers formed a tight formation, gradually reducing Lord's room to maneuver.

Although Lord still held an absolute advantage, with large numbers of soldiers falling with each wave of his hand, the enemy's tactical coordination and fearless charge did slow down his clearing speed, preventing him from ending the battle as quickly as he had initially planned.

(End of this chapter)