Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

However, Lance did not stop; instead, he continued casting the spell.

The elegance of cats!

[The wisdom of an owl!]

[Mage Armor!]

[Apply oil to the soles of your feet!]

[Divine Guidance Technique!]

[Blessing Spell!]

[Silver Light's Sharp Words!]

[Boost resistance!]

[Resist energy damage!]

"Go, Arya!"

Lance pointed at Mor with his right hand and shouted at Arya,

"You have everything you need now!"

Arya took a deep breath and then took a few steps back.

Then, carrying her sword, she walked towards the barrier.

step.

Two steps.

When she took her third step, she started running.

She ran seven steps with the ferocity of a heavy cavalry charge.

The greatsword trailed behind him, its tip sparking as it scraped across the stone slab.

The barrier is right in front of us.

She gripped the sword with both hands and slashed diagonally from the lower right to the upper left—

boom!

The sword blade cut three inches into the barrier, and dark red cracks spread from the cut, but it still did not shatter.

Mohr stood on the altar, looking down at her.

"it's useless."

He said, "This barrier uses the sacrificial power accumulated by the altar over three years, and you alone..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Arya drew her sword and slashed down again.

This time it's a straight cleavage, from top to bottom.

boom!

A few more cracks appeared.

"Again!"

Her third sword strike was a horizontal slash.

The fourth sword strike is a diagonal slash.

The fifth sword strike is a straight thrust.

Every sword strike landed in the same spot, and the cracks widened like a spider web, but the barrier remained unbroken.

Moore frowned.

He raised the bone dagger, his fingertips brushing against the blade.

[Weakening Spell!]

A dark red light shot out from the tip of the dagger, pierced through the barrier, and landed on Arya.

Her arm went limp, and the greatsword suddenly lost its power.

Lance raised his hand almost simultaneously.

[Secondary Restoration Spell!]

Pale blue ripples spread from his palm and landed on Arya, canceling out Mor's spell.

Arya took a breath and gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.

Thanks.

"It's alright, keep chopping," Lance said.

Mohr's eyes turned cold.

He ignored Arya and turned to Lance.

You look very young.

"I'm still young."

Lance said calmly.

"To be able to cast so many first and second-level spells at such a young age... what a genius..."

Moore sighed, his expression complex.

"Thank you for the compliment." Lance remained expressionless.

Mohr was silent for a moment.

Then he laughed, a dry laugh that sounded like it had a story to tell.

"Genius, oh genius..."

"So what if you're a genius?!"

He raised his left hand, fingers spread, palm down.

[A place of desecration!]

The ground around the altar began to crack, and dark red liquid seeped from the cracks, filling the air with a pungent, nauseating odor.

The liquids seemed to have a life of their own, flowing along the cracks in the rocks towards the edge of the barrier and seeping into it.

The color of the barrier changed.

It changed from a translucent dark red to a thick, blood-red.

Arya slashed at him again with her sword.

The blade only penetrated half an inch before being deflected.

"Lance, it's gotten thicker!"

Arya said somewhat anxiously.

Lance did not answer.

He stared at the liquid seeping from the cracks in the ground, then looked at the still-glowing runes on the altar.

"He's using the power of the altar to reinforce the barrier, trying to drag it out until the ritual is complete."

Langston paused. "We can't let him drag this out."

Mohr stood on the altar, looking down from above.

He raised the bone dagger again, this time reciting a different prayer, with longer syllables and a lower tone.

[Plague Technique!]

A cloud of murky green mist shot out from the tip of the dagger, passed through the barrier, and enveloped Arya.

Lance raised his hand.

[Secondary Restoration Spell!]

But Moore didn't stop.

He raised his left hand again.

[A technique to cause blindness!]

A burst of white light erupted from the palm of my hand.

Arya closed her eyes a beat too late, and everything in front of her was a white blur.

"Lance, I can't see!"

[Secondary Restoration Spell!]

Lance waved his hand again, and the white light dissipated.

Arya blinked, her vision gradually returning.

"How come this half-elf mage still has spell slots...?"

Moore frowned, puzzled.

"This guy has more spell slots than me, which means he's actually a higher level than me!"

"Then why keep wasting your time here?"

"This guy could easily kill me with a high-level spell, so why is he only using first or second-level spells?"

"He can't possibly use up all his higher-level spell slots, can he?"

"And why is he able to cast spells belonging to sorcerers and priests?"

"What a strange guy..."

"Fortunately, if this guy could cast spells of even higher levels, I'd be finished."

Moore looked down at the wound on his left wrist—the one left from when he had pricked himself to draw blood.

But now the blood has already clotted.

So he cut himself again.

Blood dripped onto the black crystal in the center of the altar, and the crystal emitted a low groan, like the cry of a baby.

boom!

The barrier trembled violently, and the dark red light patterns flickered erratically.

Moore's face tightened.

He raised the bone dagger and pointed it at Lance.

[Disaster Spell!]

Invisible ripples spread from the tip of the dagger, heading straight for Lance's brow.

Lance didn't even try to dodge.

Because there's no way to avoid it.

He stood still, letting the ripples crash against him.

Protect yourself from evil!

A flash of white light.

[Disaster Spell] When it hits the white light, it's like a wave crashing into a reef; it shatters instantly.

Mohr gritted his teeth.

He then raised his left hand.

[This has caused slander!]

A dark red beam of light shot into Lance's chest, instantly depleting more than half of his health bar.

[Healing Spell!]

[Healing Spell!]

Lance cast two spells in quick succession, fully restoring his health bar.

But his arc was already exhausted.

Arcane Echoes!

His arc has also fully recovered.

[Secondary Spirit Bomb!]

Lance swiftly pointed with his right hand, and a bright burst of energy shot out.

The Spirit Bomb blasted a large crater in the outer wall of the barrier, which then quickly repaired itself.

Arya is still cutting through the barrier.

She gripped the sword with both hands, each strike delivered with all her might.

Lance continued casting:

[Secondary Spirit Bomb!] [Secondary Spirit Bomb!] [Secondary Spirit Bomb!] [Secondary Spirit Bomb!]

Four secondary spirit bombs were fired in quick succession, all hitting the same spot.

The barrier emitted a piercing shriek, and the cracks grew from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin.

Moore looked down at the crack and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he took a small cloth bag from his waist, untied the rope, and emptied its contents.

It was a handful of bone fragments.

He scattered bone fragments on the altar, then slashed his other wrist, letting the blood soak into the bone fragments.

[Awaken the undead!]

The bone fragments began to wriggle, gather, and piece together.

Five seconds later, three skeletons stood up from the altar.

They had no flesh and blood, their eye sockets glowed with dark red fire, and they held rusty swords.

"A necromancer?" Arya frowned. "Aren't you a priest?"

"snort!"

Mohr gave a soft hum.

"How could a foolish and reckless warrior like you possibly comprehend the might of the great 'Lord of Thirst'?!"

He pointed, and three skeletons leaped off the altar, passed through the barrier, and pounced on Lance.