The Primordial Record novel Chapter 653

Chapter 653 Spell Craft

The white light flashed for only an instant before a loud sound erupted from Andar's position.

"Boom!!!!"

The entire space for fifty miles collapsed as if pressed by a giant palm and the bones surrounding the Nyre Flower for tens of thousands of feet across shot up before compacting itself into a ball of bones.

The bones flickered with many colored lights of various spells as everywhere became silent and Andar walked past the ball of bones that was more than a thousand feet tall, inside were imprisoned the groaning and passed-out Mages who came for this treasure hunt.

Andar had imprisoned all of them, except for Zaros. Andar tapped the stunned Mage as he walked past him on the shoulder, "Go for the pistils Zaros, all the Crown here are mine."

Behind him, he could hear the laughter of Mayu.

Behind him Zaros had collapsed to his knees, recalling the moment when the earth below him sank and the bones carried a life of their own. They had zipped past him, missing his body sometimes by a mere millimeter, as they surrounded all the Mage here and imprisoned them all.

He had felt the power present inside every single shard of bone that was whipped by him, and it was choked full with spells.

'How the hell did Andar cast so many Mid-Order Spells at once, and he was just a damned Acolyte! Should he not be stuck to a Tier 0 or a Tier 1 Spell, even if he had a Spirit Body?'

Zaros turned to look at the cage of bone and was stunned into silence and for a long while, he could not remove his gaze from it.

"What sort of Spell is this?!" Zaros was nearly going insane.

The cage of bones was not haphazardly built but carried a charm as if made by the living hands of a hundred master craftsmen. Andar had created statues of gods and demons, snarling gargoyles and screaming mortals were molded from the bones and affixed to it, and the cage of bone carried a haunting beauty.

From afar it resembles a haunted castle, the image was further improved when you heard the moans and groans of the hundreds of Mages imprisoned inside that could not move a single inch.

One Acolyte did not just crush hundreds of Mages, he did it was a flair that only an Archmage should be capable of.

When Zaros thought to look for the image of Andar, he was already at the base of the Nyre Flower, he had placed both hands in his jacket pockets and was climbing the flower, disregarding gravity as he walked up the Nyre flower, his back pointed towards the ground.

With every step he took, he left imprints of spell formation that suppressed the defenders of the Nyre Flower.

Abominable creatures of darkness stuck in place as if frozen in ice as they came within a few feet of Andar.

It was easy to freeze them in place with many stacks of Myrdas Touch, a unique Spell he created just for this instance. It not only froze the defenders, but it slowly killed them while extracting their vitality. _{freewёbnoνel.com}