The Primordial Record novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367 Dragon Immolation

The Alchemist tapped the end of the staff on the air, and the battle began. Knowing he could not clash head-on with the crystal spears he aimed to divert and redirect them, if he could get a single Spell to reach Silas he would win.

He used the Infernal Twister Spell he previously deployed to strip Silas of his protections, so that any random Spell that could touch Silas would be the end of the battle. This was a strategy often used in battles between Mages.

There was a major difference between the power of a Rank 3 Mage and a Rank 4 Mage, that was far wider than between a Rank 2 Mage and a Rank 3 Mage. So he needed only a single opportunity.

The Alchemist was now aware that these crustal spears could destabilize any Aether structure they touched, he became cognizant of that fact after they tore his Infernal Twister Spell to pieces, so he shielded his Scripts with every bit of material he could spare that could block the touch of the crystals even for a single second.

He knew that his plan had a high degree of failure, but he had no choice but to go along with it. He made a thousand calculations in a fraction of a second and his eyes followed the track of the crystal spears heading his way, and he unleashed his might.

The impact of their clash shook the heavens and the earth, and Silas began to laugh in exultation, the explosion had torn apart a section of space, although he could not see the result of the clash, but he knew he was undoubtedly the winner.

The space ahead was twisted by chaos, whatever Magic that clashed against the Crystal Spears were potent as the black clouds covered by streaks of purple lightning bolts shot up for miles, and this fantastical scene could be seen with the naked eyes for hundreds of miles.

For a Rank 4 Mage to battle against the Artifact of an Archmage was beyond stupid, no matter how versatile or powerful he was. He did not need the Mage to survive, he only needed Andar, so Silas did not hold back.

His mind was beginning to contemplate going after the Glass Hounds to ensure the task went smoothly when a purple glint shone in the center of the commotion and a lightning bolt shot towards Silas.

He sneered and sent a crystal spear to scatter the lightning, it would seem the Alchemist still had a bit of fight left in him. About to call up more spears to end it all, he failed to notice that the lightning he scattered with the spear did not disappear.

Unexpectedly the scattered lightning converged and transformed into the Alchemist, he had a gaping hole in his chest and most of his robes had torn off, but he was within a hundred feet of Silas, for Mages of their level, they could as well be holding hands.

Silas's eye widened in panic, as a scream of horror began to rise from his chest, but he was too late.

The staff of the Alchemist lined up with his head and a purple glow began to emanate from it. Despair could be seen inside the eye of Silas as the Alchemists snapped his fingers and he unleashed an Entry Tier 5 Spell– Dragon Immolation.

The lightning bolt that emerged from the staff broke it into pieces, it was a sacrifice necessary to cast a spell higher than his rank, his injury also worsened as he vomited blood and almost fell down from the sky. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}