Wizard Earl

Chapter 492 This is your destiny

"Emerson, since you were able to place alchemical bombs near my array-setting equipment, you must have some understanding of magic arrays. So do you know what magic array you just destroyed was?" Connor's calm voice drifted within the magic array and reached Emerson's ears.

"Hmph, I don't know what kind of formation that is. I just need to know that you're just stalling for time to prepare to deal with my plan!" With a cold snort, Emerson, who was trapped in the formation, said sarcastically. After speaking, he suddenly activated and rushed to the barrier of the formation at a very fast speed, trying to break out of the formation.

However, just as Emerson arrived at the magic array barrier and before he could even attack it, several fearless black warriors wielding sharp blades suddenly rushed out from the black mist surrounding Emerson. They viciously slashed at Emerson's wrists, neck, and other vital points.

A glint of light flashed in Emerson's eyes as he pulled another cigarette from his pocket. But this time, he wasn't as leisurely as he had been yesterday. He completed the two actions of smoking and exhaling a smoke ring in just one second, and the smoke ring he exhaled exploded just before the Black Knight's blade struck, just as Emerson had expected.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud followed, and the resulting smoke instantly blasted the Black Knight at the forefront to pieces. However, Emerson's eyes were filled with disappointment at the explosion's effect. Apart from the Black Knight at the front who died a gruesome death, the remaining Black Knights only suffered minor injuries, a far cry from the effect Emerson had hoped for. Although disappointed, Emerson had to put his disappointment aside for now, because the gleaming blades were still aimed at him!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Emerson, true to his assassin background, wielded an elusive black dagger. With just a couple of swift movements, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, he not only deflected the Black Knight's attack but also annihilated the second wave of Black Knights. Although Emerson's killing was brilliant, there were ten Black Knights within Connor's magic circle. Furthermore, within the Castilian magic circle, as long as Connor's magic power held up, the Black Knights could fight to the death. Thus, Emerson, having just defeated the second wave of Black Knights, found himself caught in the third wave of attacks.

"The formation you destroyed today is called the Dark Light Minor Forbidden Formation. It's a formation specifically designed for concealment and encirclement. This formation isn't particularly strong in terms of offensive power or suppression of the enemy's mental and magical abilities. However, the formation you're facing now is called the Castia Formation. It's the primary attack method of the Castia Staff, a top-tier second-tier enchanted item. You've already felt its power, haven't you?" Connor's calm voice echoed within the formation, reaching Emerson's ears from all directions. Although Connor's voice was very clear, no matter how hard Emerson tried, he couldn't locate Connor within the formation.

Having been surrounded and attacked by several Black Knights in just one or two minutes, Emerson's eyes were filled with anxiety and impatience. Undoubtedly, he finally understood the meaning behind Connor's words. If they weren't inside the magic circle, Emerson was confident that anywhere, let alone ten Black Knights, even twenty Black Knights would be no match for him!

However, within the Castia magic circle, under the suppression of the magic circle's energy, every spell he casts or every action he makes not only has its power reduced by 20% to 40% compared to normal, but also consumes more than half the mana required under normal circumstances. In this extremely unfavorable situation, you also have to face ten endless, tireless, fearless, and painless killing machines. Unless you have an absolute advantage in strength and can break through the formation to leave, you will taste the meaning of despair here!

Despite his anxious look, Emerson remained remarkably calm, knowing he had to leave at all costs, because he might very well perish in this terrifying magic circle and become another soul killed by Connor!

Having once again successfully maneuvered the dagger to strike down the two Black Knights attempting to ambush him, Emerson's eyes flashed with a resolute glint. He directly retrieved the dark purple flying needle he had used to ambush Connor yesterday from his spatial ring. However, judging from the way he held the flying needle in his palm while muttering incantations and maneuvering the dagger to attack the Black Knights, it seemed he didn't intend to use the same flying needle to ambush Connor as yesterday. Instead, it seemed he intended to... self-destruct this rare second-tier enchanted flying needle item, and then use the shockwave from its self-destruction to break through the magic circle in one fell swoop?

From a corner of the Castia magic circle, Connor watched Emerson's actions. Far from being alarmed by Emerson's self-destruction of the enchanted item, a smile appeared on his lips. However, no matter how you looked at it, Connor's smile was full of pity.

"clatter!"

As the dark purple flying needles wailed incessantly, and Emerson was about to complete the self-destruction of this enchanted item, a crisp snap of fingers suddenly rang in Emerson's ears. Initially, Emerson's attention was entirely focused on how to resist the relentless attacks of the Black Knights and on making the flying needles self-destruct, so he didn't pay attention to this sudden snap. However, after this snap, Emerson discovered with horror that the dark purple flying needles he was holding in his palm were completely out of his control!

Just as Emerson was still unaware of what was happening and somewhat at a loss, he once again discovered that the dark purple flying needle was bursting with violent energy fluctuations. Upon discovering this, Emerson immediately tried to throw the flying needle, but by then it was too late. Before Emerson could throw it, the flying needle exploded. Emerson didn't even have time to let out a wail before he was completely shattered by the self-destruction of the dark purple flying needle, his flesh and blood flying everywhere, leaving not even a complete skeleton behind.

Emerging from the black mist, sensing the nauseating stench of blood emanating from the magic circle, Connor slowly shook his head and muttered to himself, "The flying needles were crafted by Reyes. I studied Reyes' alchemy. Now that the flying needles are in my hands, their purpose is obvious. I only need to make some minor modifications... Emerson, this is your destiny!"

(End of this chapter)