How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 245 The War Ends

Inside the royal court, the sounds of fighting continued on the city walls.

The same was true of the scene inside the city.

Deep in the alley, the fog was still thick, but the ground was covered with layers of white bones.

Hundreds and thousands of skull fragments were scattered on the ground, like a white ocean.

Malcolm and the others, standing atop the shattered bones, looked at the skeleton and the mist weaver in the distance with extremely grim expressions.

Just now, the dean of the Necromancer's Division was directly attacked by hordes of low-level skeleton soldiers that appeared out of nowhere.

These skeleton soldiers are nothing to a third-tier professional.

To save spell slots, Malcolm didn't even lift a finger, leaving the task to others.

But to my surprise, these skeleton soldiers seemed to be endless.

But then, an accident happened.

The squad of ordinary soldiers who had been killed on the ground also rose again under the influence of necromancy.

While a Tier 3 tribal warrior in the group was cutting open their bodies, he accidentally ripped open the inner pockets of their light armor.

Immediately afterwards, a bag of iron powder was scattered.

The next moment, the bag of black powder came into contact with a spark, and a blinding white light instantly engulfed the alley, triggering a violent explosion.

Even though Malcolm used a third-tier protective spell in time, the shockwave and high temperature from the explosion still penetrated the shield, instantly reducing the team to half its size.

The tribal warrior who triggered the explosion didn't even have time to scream before he was burned to a crisp by the intense heat.

The rest of the group were also injured and looked disheveled.

Upon seeing this, everyone's faces turned grim.

The drow who had made those harsh words fell silent, but their enemies remained standing at the far end of the sea of ​​bones, watching them indifferently.

"Dean of the Bone Corpses," Malcolm said solemnly, looking at his teammates who were still fighting.

"Even if you feign resignation, that's not enough to prove you've left the Necromancer Academy. How about you step aside and let us leave?"

"At this point, is there still any need to say all this?"

A mocking smile appeared on the withered, emaciated face.

"You're leaving so you can assassinate my beloved student?"

Malcolm's expression darkened further.

A female drow beside her, her face hardening, suddenly leaped up, stepping over the heads of several skeletons, and charged heavily towards the two skeletons.

Just then, countless pale arms emerged from the soles of her feet and tightly wrapped around her ankles and calves.

She roared and swung her knife, severing the skeletal arms wrapped around her legs one by one, sending shards of bone flying everywhere.

But suddenly, a large amount of black iron powder gushed out from those broken bone fragments.

"This is!" The drowsy girl looked terrified and tried to back away, but it was too late.

Before the words were finished, the white light shone again.

The next instant, a charred and twisted drow corpse crashed heavily onto the pile of bones.

Malcolm's pupils constricted sharply.

This is a genuine Tier 3 expert. Even if he wanted to kill such a Tier 3 expert outside, he would have to exert all his strength to do so.

But the enemy was easily slaughtered in these bizarre explosions of iron powder.

Upon seeing this, the remaining members of the Tier 3 squad, who were still resisting the skeleton soldiers' attack, turned extremely pale, and their fighting spirit had long since vanished.

"It's really ugly."

From afar, a rough voice came from the other side of the thick fog, and an exceptionally tall figure slowly emerged from the fog.

He was at least two meters tall with broad shoulders. Although he had the pointed ears that were typical of half-elves, the scar on his face made him look more like a cannibalistic giant.

He casually held a bloody head in his left hand.

The head's eyes were wide open, and its face was frozen with the fear and resentment of dying.

He looked at the disheveled Malcolm and the others, revealing a set of yellow and black fangs.

"Theodore!"

Malcolm called out the person's name urgently, "Come help us, stop talking nonsense—no, wait, where are your teammates?"

"They're all dead."

Theodore spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"They all died from that iron powder and flames."

Upon hearing this, Malcolm and the others looked grim.

Those were nine Tier 3 individuals, each capable of commanding a 5,000-strong army.

But now—everyone's heart suddenly turned to retreat.

A human warrior from a free city-state couldn't help but ask, "Then how come you're alright?"

"Because I am not as weak as you."

Theodore laughed cruelly, then suddenly hurled the unseeing head in his hand.

"And I killed all the enemies."

His head slammed into the ground and exploded like a watermelon.

Upon seeing this, the mockery on the skeleton's face vanished instantly. He exchanged a glance with the mist beside him, and both of their expressions became extremely solemn.

This head belonged to Summers, the commander of the Sixth Army Corps of the Royal Court.

The opponent's strength is not outstanding among the third tier, but with the help of three other third tier members and a large number of second tier guards armed with iron powder crossbows, they cannot be defeated so easily.

According to him, everyone else was dead, but Theodore didn't seem to have even the slightest sign of serious injury.

Theodore gripped his giant axe and walked straight toward the two skeletons.

Numerous skeleton soldiers swarmed forward, and Theodore's giant axe swept across with a whistling sound, instantly cleaving the dozen or so skeleton soldiers at the front in half, their shattered bones falling like raindrops.

Immediately afterwards, the iron filings inside the bones were detonated again, a blinding white light flashed, and raging flames instantly engulfed Theodore.

But after the flames died down, Theodore remained standing in the same spot, only his face was slightly blackened by the burns.

He still grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Malcolm and the others gasped in disbelief.

Seeing this, Weaver frowned and said in a deep voice, "Advanced fire resistance—no, and advanced resilience."

The skeleton frowned deeply, staring intently at Theodore's bloodthirsty red eyes, and said in a low voice, "No, he may have already fallen—"

Theodore grinned, dragging his giant axe, and continued walking slowly toward the two.

The giant axe scraped against the ground, making a piercing sound.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield outside the city, outside the Duke's tent.

Kane slowly withdrew his hand.

Countless dark shadows burst forth from the ground, transforming into sharp blades that silently pierced the throats and hearts of the surrounding soldiers.

As he walked forward step by step, the flowing shadows once again coalesced on his body into a heavy full-body armor.

Even his face was covered by a shadow mask, revealing only a pair of cold black eyes.

This substance, composed of pure shadow, is as hard and tough as steel, and combined with its ability to traverse the shadow realm, it is simply impossible for ordinary professionals to resist.

Ordinary Tier 3 professionals do not have special characteristics or combat skills, so they are not much of a threat to him.

"only----"

The shadows surrounding Kane continue their relentless slaughter.

He turned his head, looking at the heavily armored soldiers behind him, their bodies decimated by the shadows, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

He sighed softly.

He then withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the duke standing in front of the tent.

Fewer and fewer soldiers dared to stand in his way, and even the most ruthless supervising team members were now fleeing into the distance without looking back.

After all, no one dares to face a monster that is unkillable and can summon countless shadow blades.

Ahead, Eisenberg watched Kane approach step by step, the cold voice deep within his heart still bewitching him.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, forcefully suppressing the urge to draw his sword, and said, "Wait a minute, Chairman Kane, we can talk."

"Let's talk? Now?"

Kane frowned slightly and stopped in his tracks. Around him were a group of terrified soldiers who dared not approach or leave.

Eisenberg forced a stiff smile: "I've lost. But I can now lead my troops away from the royal court and acknowledge your rule. Killing me will be of no use—"

"The drow families of the Underdark, the restless Nords, and the mercenaries of the free city-states who are only interested in profit all need someone to defend you."

If I die, no one will be able to solve these problems for you.

"If you are still worried, I can swear an oath on the Styx River, promising that as long as you are here, I will never leave the duchy and will never betray you."

Kane frowned slightly upon seeing this.

What the other party said makes sense. The Susas royal court is in dire need of rebuilding. If Eisenberg is killed now, it is hard to guarantee what the Nords, Drow, and the Free Cities will do.

Seeing Kane's hesitant expression, Eisenberg's lips curled into a subtle smile, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed deep in his eyes.

Once he safely returns to the duchy, he will naturally deploy his special legion, which has been hidden for many years.

He will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold.

But just when Eisenberg thought he had convinced Kane, a shadowy spear suddenly shot out from the ground beneath his feet, piercing his chest and precisely striking his beating heart.

The immense force lifted Eisenberg off the ground, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

As he looked at the shadowy blade piercing his heart, Eisenberg's chest heaved violently.

He coughed up a mouthful of jet-black blood, which splattered onto the cold, shadowy spear.

He looked at Kane, his eyes filled with disbelief, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

"Because I don't believe in someone who would make deals with a demonic cult."

Kane looked at him coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

As Eisenberg looked at the black-haired, black-eyed Nord, the color drained from his face instantly, replaced by a look of insane resentment.

He let out a roar, his eyes filled with resolute determination: "In that case, let's die together!"

"perish together?"

Kane frowned, and the next moment, a massive scimitar formed from shadow was about to sever Eisenberg's head.

But at that moment, Eisenberg suddenly looked up, a malice flashing in his eyes.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it firmly against the shadowy blade.

Black scales emerged from under his skin, quickly covering his arms and spreading throughout his body.

His lower body transformed into a thick, powerful black snake tail, while four arms grew out of his back.

Then, he raised his head, his features began to distort and elongate, his mouth split open to his ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.

"The Six-Armed Serpent Demon!"

Kane frowned.

These are high-level demons from the abyss; some powerful six-armed serpent demons can even become lesser demon lords.

This demon's power far surpasses that of the Wax Golem that Kane previously slew.

Its current physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary steel, and ordinary swords cannot leave any marks on it.

Watching the wound on the other person's heart heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not even a scar.

Seeing the undisguised, pure malice in his eyes, Kane's expression grew increasingly serious.

Unlike Kane's caution, the soldiers around him completely broke down.

They screamed, threw down their weapons, and turned to run, terrified that if they were too slow, they would be torn to pieces by this demon.

After all, although Kane seemed to have been resurrected, he still had the appearance of a "human," while the Duke whom he had served for many years was actually a hidden demon.

The six-armed serpent demon paid no attention to the fleeing soldiers.

It casually grabbed two soldiers' corpses from the ground with two of its arms, opened its blood-red maw and bit down hard. Blood flowed down from the corners of its mouth and dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound.

Then it opened its hands, and various weapons such as rapiers, scimitars, and battle axes flew out of thin air and were held in its six hands.

Kane took a deep breath and quickly devised a tactic in his mind.

He suddenly raised his hand and then took a step back.

Dozens of heavy, shadowy scimitars burst from the ground simultaneously, slashing towards the six-armed serpent demon from all directions.

The six-armed serpent demon let out a piercing roar.

With all six arms moving simultaneously, the weapons in their hands formed a dense, impenetrable mass of blades, blocking all the incoming shadow blades.

The sounds of collisions continued incessantly as the shadowy scimitar clashed with the metal weapon, sending countless sparks flying.

Countless flashes of swords and shadows clashed around the two, even the air itself hissed as it was sliced.

Kane transformed into a black shadow and instantly rushed in front of the six-armed serpent demon, conjuring a three-meter-long shadow blade in his hand, and fiercely slashed at its head.

The six-armed serpent demon's eyes revealed malice, and it unhesitatingly unleashed a slash.

The two immortal monsters collided violently, each collision unleashing astonishing power.

The surrounding ground kept cracking, and rubble flew everywhere.

Sensing the opponent's terrifying power and regenerative ability, Kane frowned.

Although his attacks were fierce, they could only leave shallow scratches on the six-armed serpent demon's scale-covered body, and could not cause any fatal damage.

The six-armed serpent demon's seemingly frenzied attacks were actually all carefully timed, precisely avoiding all of Kane's fatal blows aimed at its heart and head.

"Kane—the traitor—"

The six-armed serpent demon let out a malicious roar, two distinct voices overlapping each other.

"Return to your former self. Your body is an important vessel for Oras, and even the bloodline of a pure-blooded elf cannot compare to yours."

"No! Kill him! Kill him!" another voice belonging to Eisenberg shouted frantically.

"Shut up, Eisenberg, you've already failed. Just hand over your body to me!"

Two voices argued incessantly within the six-armed serpent demon's body, causing its movements to become increasingly sluggish and riddled with flaws.

Kane seized the opening, and his shadowy scimitar came crashing down, slashing heavily into one of the six-armed serpent demon's arms.

The pitch-black demon blood gushed out and spilled onto the ground, corroding small pits into the earth.

But the next moment, the two voices suddenly reached a consensus, and the six-armed serpent demon swung its remaining five arms at the same time, smashing them towards Kane.

Kane jerked backward, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

He frowned, his mind racing as he considered a solution.

If you have a large amount of iron powder on hand, you can trigger a chain reaction of explosions and combustion, consuming its life force.

Demons' self-healing ability is not inexhaustible; after suffering severe injuries, they also need to consume a large amount of life force to recover.

Just as Kane was pondering a solution, he suddenly sensed a strong magical fluctuation coming from the distant Royal Court City.

With a thought, he suddenly moved closer to the six-armed serpent demon, and a giant hand made of pure flame suddenly appeared above the six-armed serpent demon's head.

The demon revealed a mocking expression, only to find that the flames had simply slammed into the duke's tent next to it.

The tent was instantly set ablaze, with flames shooting skyward.

The banner embroidered with the Susas family crest atop the tent writhed and burned in the flames, eventually turning to ashes and drifting away.

The six-armed serpent demon dodged the flying sparks and let out a mocking laugh: "Human, what are you doing? This insignificant flame is useless against me! And you couldn't even hit me with that."

Kane dodged the swinging battle axe, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Listen to the sound in the distance."

As the mist gradually dissipated, the six-armed serpent demon frowned slightly.

The high-level demon's hearing far surpassed that of humans, and it faintly heard shouts of "The Duke is dead" coming from afar.

"So what?" He said dismissively.

"No, when the Duke of Sussas died in battle, it meant that only one line of Sussas blood remained in the city."

The news will soon spread throughout the entire royal court—the blood oath binding the mage academy has finally loosened.

Kane smiled. "Demon, my help has arrived."

The six-armed serpent demon was momentarily stunned, when the voice belonging to Eisenberg within it suddenly screamed in terror: "Run! It's the Mage Tower! Those old geezers are about to make their move!"

Before the words were finished, in the distant Royal City, four of the eight towering mage towers suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light.

Four golden beams of light shot straight into the sky, converging to form a massive magic array.

The dazzling light, like the sun, instantly dispelled the thick fog that shrouded the entire royal court.

Inside the tower, hundreds of mages and apprentices dressed in robes, holding staffs, chanted ancient and obscure incantations in unison.

As the incantation grew louder, the light from the four mage towers shone even brighter, eventually converging at the top of the main mage tower.

Hammond stood atop the tower, holding aloft the Dean's Staff, a legacy passed down for centuries, his white beard fluttering in the wind.

He and the other three deans simultaneously extended their staffs.

The next second, Hammond's aged yet majestic voice resounded across the entire battlefield like thunder: "Complex Fourth Ring Spell - Great Banishment!"

The six-armed serpent demon, having just dodged Kane's attack, watched as the mist above suddenly dissipated.

And then a huge black hole suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind him, and true terror finally showed in his eyes.

Golden holy runes shimmered at the edge of the void, emanating an aura that made even its very soul tremble.

A tremendous suction force emanated from the void, catching the six-armed serpent demon off guard, and half of its body was instantly sucked in.

It let out a piercing scream, plunged all five weapons in its hands into the ground, and gripped the hilts tightly, trying to resist the irresistible suction.

But the suction force grew stronger and stronger, lifting the stone slabs off the ground and pulling them into the cavity.

"Damn it! I've only just arrived!" "My throne! My vengeance!"

Finally, with two unwilling roars, the six-armed serpent demon, along with its weapon, was completely sucked into the void.

The cavity slowly closed, as if it had never existed.

The massive magical fluctuations dissipated, and the battlefield fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the crackling of flames and the heavy breathing of the soldiers.

Just then, a young yet resolute voice, amplified by magic, clearly resounded to every corner of the battlefield: "I, Logan Susas, as the sole heir to the royal court, demand that everyone lay down their weapons!"

"The prisoners will not be mistreated!"

The sound echoed throughout the battlefield; the soldiers still fighting on the city walls, the third-tier professionals battling inside the city, and the Duke's flank army advancing outside the city all heard it.

The soldiers on both sides, who were engaged in fierce fighting, froze, their weapons involuntarily stopping in mid-air.

Then, first one, then ten, a hundred, a thousand —

Countless weapons crashed to the ground with a clatter, making a series of crisp sounds.

The fierce battle, which had lasted for several days, came to an abrupt end.