Advent of the Archmage Chapter 687

Razer was a Level-16 Territory fighter . His power gave him a more advanced vision than the others .

As soon as he saw the burning gold cloud, he knew immediately that it was someone's territory . It probably was around his level too . But who was it?

It must be the one who'd just leveled up . An indescribable feeling of panic gripped Razer . He knew the comer was a foe rather than a friend .

Before attacking Ferde, he'd already felt power similar to this golden cloud . It was probably from the same man .

This man has recently entered Level-16 . I can defeat him if I'm not hurt, but now… Razer looked down at the wound on his left chest and then at the Silver Storm Sparrows speeding across the sea . Helplessness flashed past his eyes .

The High Elves' Silver Storm Sparrows were only mortal power . He had to face the unbeatable force that could crush the entire Firuman . The moment he arrived, the wounded Razer would already be defeated .

"Sir, what should we do now?" A young hardened High Elf walked over . He was the main commander of the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet and was at Level-11 . He had a strange name—Dwacheon Juan . He was 45 years old, which was the golden period for High Elves .

He was young and in a high position . He also had Legendary power, allowing him to look arrogantly at Firuman . This made him extremely confident . Even when facing the Hellfire Razer, he was still calm and composed . He didn't seem humbled and submissive like the other High Elves .

Razer had seen many people . He was more than 60 years old and didn't have a serene life like the High Elves on the Isle of Dawn . His life had been chaotic . To him, Dwacheon was a rookie who'd just entered the cruel world .

His exuberance was good . In a good situation, it could help him get accustomed to the world quickly . But right now, they were in a dire state . This exuberance would only make him die faster .

Since he was an extraordinary figure from the saint's mother race and they'd interacted well this entire journey, Razer said, "The comer is of the same level as I . The situation is very dangerous . Give up on the Silver Storm Sparrows and retreat . Go back as far as you can . "

Dwacheon froze . The Isle of Dawn had 27 Silver Storm Sparrows, and they were strategic forces . Now, Razer told them to abandon eight ships without any resistance . No commander could accept it .

More importantly, this was Dwacheon's first time commanding a fleet . If he lost, this would forever taint his reputation .

A few seconds of silence later, he said in a low voice, "Sir, there are a total of 200 high-level Magicians on a Silver Storm Sparrow . The eight ships are enough to create a Level-17 defensive and offensive magic seal . Even if the comer is at your level, we might not lose . "

This was the fleet's last card . Once they used it, the ships would be destroyed regardless of whether they could successfully force back the opponent . No amount of repairs would work . The ships could only be turned into waste material and recycled .

The cost was too high . The High Elves wouldn't use this tactic unless there was no choice at all .

"Oh?" Razer was slightly surprised . He hadn't thought much of the Isle of Dawn and hadn't taken the time to familiarize himself with this temporary ally's power . Hearing that they could construct a Level-17 magic seal, he was quite shocked .

He carefully inspected the magic seal . A few seconds later, he shook his head . "No, it's useless . There isn't enough Mana stored on the fleet, and it's not resistant enough . The ship isn't sturdy enough either . The magic seal is far from true Level-17 power . It's too crude and can't stop anything . Don't hesitate and go!"

The only similarity between this Level-17 magic seal and a true Level-17 spell was the condensation of power . As for spatial locking, territorial destruction, and other true Level-17 characteristics, it didn't have any .

In other words, the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet's magic seal had great offensive ability . But no matter how great its offensive ability, it was only useful if it could hit the target . Using such crude power against a Level-16 enemy was like using a magic cannon to hit a mosquito outside the cannon's range . It was basically impossible .

But Dwacheon still wouldn't give up . Shaking his head, he said, "No fleet in the world retreats without a fight . If there is, I'm sure they aren't High Elves!"

With that, he returned to the cabin, ignoring Razer's warnings .

With that, he returned to the cabin, ignoring Razer's warnings .

"Prepare to fight!"

"Construct the Doomsday Storm magic seal!"

Boom, boom, boom . Blueish-white light flashed from each ship . The lights quickly solidified into blue-white belts . They extended and tied all the ships together .

Click, clack, click . Guided by the belts, the Silver Storm Sparrows got into position . Finally, the eight ships fanned out into a stable flower shape with the heads facing in and tails out .

Soon after, the Mana pools on each ship operated intensely . Blue-white light poured out and formed a circular shield . It enveloped the eight ships without a single pore . From afar, it looked like the eight ships had become a huge blue sphere .

"Oh?" It seemed interesting and hope grew in Razer's heart . Without saying anything else, he sat cross-legged on the deck . He took out a bottle of fiery-red recovery potion and focused on controlling the Mana inside him to heal his wound .

This potion was specifically for Lava Knights and was shockingly effective . Razer was often injured in battles and was experienced in healing . Focusing now, the potion and Mana worked together . He instantly felt warmth in his chest; it was a comfortable feeling .

But it didn't last long before he felt something wrong .

Some force is stopping me from recovering . Nana left it . This is bad .

It wasn't much, but it was very troublesome . He tried a bit, and he could repel it, but it would take a while . He wouldn't be able to fight for three days .

Ah, the Dark Nightmare… is indeed terrifying! Razer sighed . The Dark Nightmare was one of Nana's nicknames . She'd earned it after killing a Level-18 Magician in the Aragu Empire .

Ah, the Dark Nightmare… is indeed terrifying! Razer sighed . The Dark Nightmare was one of Nana's nicknames . She'd earned it after killing a Level-18 Magician in the Aragu Empire .

Razer stopped thinking . No matter what, all he could do now was to focus on healing his wound .

By then, the golden halo in the sky was already close . Razer had sharp senses . He could feel the enemy approaching at 1 . 5 miles per second . He was less than 30 miles away and could arrive within half a minute .

Around 15 seconds later, there was a huge explosion .

Boom, boom . The sound was muffled yet magnificent like rolling thunder . This was the sound created when the other tore through the air at an extreme speed .

By now, the power of his territory had stretched over . The sky above the sea had turned light gold . Countless dragons flew through this golden sky . They roared soundlessly; it was frightening .

"Steady! Steady!" Dwacheon's voice sounded . He was yelling with all his might . Clearly, the enemy's force gave him great pressure .

"Target locked! Target locked! Able to attack at any time!" a Legendary Magician called . His expression was one of excitement .

The enemy was Level-16 . Their Level-17 Doomsday Storm magic seal had locked onto him and could release a fatal attack at any time . Killing a Level-16 Magician would be such a glory . It would be passed down the generations!

"Prepare!" Dwacheon was excited too . Level-16? Abandon ship and escape? Despair and hopelessness? No, they had enough power to kill the enemy . Level-16 was only mediocre .

Boom! Boom! The magic seal was operating at its limit now . The air around the fleet started bubbling, ready to follow the magic seal's order .

But then something terrifying happened .

"No, the target is using Instant Flash! Continuously! Target lost! Unable to lock onto target!"
But then something terrifying happened .

"No, the target is using Instant Flash! Continuously! Target lost! Unable to lock onto target!"

"No!"

In the distant sky, the dark spot no longer flew smoothly . He would vanish and then reappear at an unpredictable spot . He was also approaching the Silver Storm Fleet at a shocking speed .

This was Link's Golden Dragon Kingdom territory . He could teleport freely within it, especially since there wasn't someone at the same level that obstructed him . For example, he didn't dare use transmissions when facing Saroviny because that was useless . Saroviny could overlook the spatial obstacles and attack him . But now, he could crush his opponents!

If the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet was unable to destroy this territory, it didn't matter how powerful they were . They couldn't harm Link at all .

Amidst all the shocked cries of despair, there was a soft scrape . Golden light brushed past the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet's magic seal . Like cutting bread, it sliced the fleet in half .

At a glance, it seemed that Link had just taken out his sword . But Hellfire Razer knew that in that instant, faced with the Level-17 Doomsday Storm magic seal, Link had actually made 36 moves . He had used up all of the magic seal's energy before cutting it in half .

A true Level-16 Magician crushing a group of low-level Warriors was how it should be . Razer didn't feel any surprise .

After cutting the fleet apart, the figure flashed, and someone appeared before Razer . It was Link . Sword light flashed, and Razer felt something cold between his brows .

"Why won't you kill me?" Razer looked up . Link's sword was one millimeter away from his forehead . The deck shook, but his sword didn't move at all . It was as steady as a mountain .

"You're still useful . " Link smiled thinly . Razer was a Level-16 Territory fighter . His power gave him a more advanced vision than the others . As soon as he saw the burning gold cloud, he knew immediately that it was someones territory . It probably was around his level too . But who was it? It must be the one whod just leveled up . An indescribable feeling of panic gripped Razer . He knew the comer was a foe rather than a friend . Before attacking Ferde, hed already felt power similar to this golden cloud . It was probably from the same man . This man has recently entered Level-16 . I can defeat him if Im not hurt, but now… Razer looked down at the wound on his left chest and then at the Silver Storm Sparrows speeding across the sea . Helplessness flashed past his eyes . The High Elves Silver Storm Sparrows were only mortal power . He had to face the unbeatable force that could crush the entire Firuman . The moment he arrived, the wounded Razer would already be defeated . Sir, what should we do now? A young hardened High Elf walked over . He was the main commander of the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet and was at Level-11 . He had a strange name—Dwacheon Juan . He was 45 years old, which was the golden period for High Elves . He was young and in a high position . He also had Legendary power, allowing him to look arrogantly at Firuman . This made him extremely confident . Even when facing the Hellfire Razer, he was still calm and composed . He didnt seem humbled and submissive like the other High Elves . Razer had seen many people . He was more than 60 years old and didnt have a serene life like the High Elves on the Isle of Dawn . His life had been chaotic . To him, Dwacheon was a rookie whod just entered the cruel world . His exuberance was good . In a good situation, it could help him get accustomed to the world quickly . But right now, they were in a dire state . This exuberance would only make him die faster . Since he was an extraordinary figure from the saints mother race and theyd interacted well this entire journey, Razer said, The comer is of the same level as I . The situation is very dangerous . Give up on the Silver Storm Sparrows and retreat . Go back as far as you can . Dwacheon froze . The Isle of Dawn had 27 Silver Storm Sparrows, and they were strategic forces . Now, Razer told them to abandon eight ships without any resistance . No commander could accept it . More importantly, this was Dwacheons first time commanding a fleet . If he lost, this would forever taint his reputation . A few seconds of silence later, he said in a low voice, Sir, there are a total of 200 high-level Magicians on a Silver Storm Sparrow . The eight ships are enough to create a Level-17 defensive and offensive magic seal . Even if the comer is at your level, we might not lose . This was the fleets last card . Once they used it, the ships would be destroyed regardless of whether they could successfully force back the opponent . No amount of repairs would work . The ships could only be turned into waste material and recycled . The cost was too high . The High Elves wouldnt use this tactic unless there was no choice at all . Oh? Razer was slightly surprised . He hadnt thought much of the Isle of Dawn and hadnt taken the time to familiarize himself with this temporary allys power . Hearing that they could construct a Level-17 magic seal, he was quite shocked . He carefully inspected the magic seal . A few seconds later, he shook his head . No, its useless . There isnt enough Mana stored on the fleet, and its not resistant enough . The ship isnt sturdy enough either . The magic seal is far from true Level-17 power . Its too crude and cant stop anything . Dont hesitate and go! The only similarity between this Level-17 magic seal and a true Level-17 spell was the condensation of power . As for spatial locking, territorial destruction, and other true Level-17 characteristics, it didnt have any . In other words, the Silver Storm Sparrow fleets magic seal had great offensive ability . But no matter how great its offensive ability, it was only useful if it could hit the target . Using such crude power against a Level-16 enemy was like using a magic cannon to hit a mosquito outside the cannons range . It was basically impossible . But Dwacheon still wouldnt give up . Shaking his head, he said, No fleet in the world retreats without a fight . If there is, Im sure they arent High Elves! With that, he returned to the cabin, ignoring Razers warnings . Prepare to fight! Construct the Doomsday Storm magic seal! Boom, boom, boom . Blueish-white light flashed from each ship . The lights quickly solidified into blue-white belts . They extended and tied all the ships together . Click, clack, click . Guided by the belts, the Silver Storm Sparrows got into position . Finally, the eight ships fanned out into a stable flower shape with the heads facing in and tails out . Soon after, the Mana pools on each ship operated intensely . Blue-white light poured out and formed a circular shield . It enveloped the eight ships without a single pore . From afar, it looked like the eight ships had become a huge blue sphere . Oh? It seemed interesting and hope grew in Razers heart . Without saying anything else, he sat cross-legged on the deck . He took out a bottle of fiery-red recovery potion and focused on controlling the Mana inside him to heal his wound . This potion was specifically for Lava Knights and was shockingly effective . Razer was often injured in battles and was experienced in healing . Focusing now, the potion and Mana worked together . He instantly felt warmth in his chest; it was a comfortable feeling . But it didnt last long before he felt something wrong . Some force is stopping me from recovering . Nana left it . This is bad . It wasnt much, but it was very troublesome . He tried a bit, and he could repel it, but it would take a while . He wouldnt be able to fight for three days . Ah, the Dark Nightmare… is indeed terrifying! Razer sighed . The Dark Nightmare was one of Nanas nicknames . Shed earned it after killing a Level-18 Magician in the Aragu Empire . Razer stopped thinking . No matter what, all he could do now was to focus on healing his wound . By then, the golden halo in the sky was already close . Razer had sharp senses . He could feel the enemy approaching at 1 . 5 miles per second . He was less than 30 miles away and could arrive within half a minute . Around 15 seconds later, there was a huge explosion . Boom, boom . The sound was muffled yet magnificent like rolling thunder . This was the sound created when the other tore through the air at an extreme speed . By now, the power of his territory had stretched over . The sky above the sea had turned light gold . Countless dragons flew through this golden sky . They roared soundlessly; it was frightening . Steady! Steady! Dwacheons voice sounded . He was yelling with all his might . Clearly, the enemys force gave him great pressure . Target locked! Target locked! Able to attack at any time! a Legendary Magician called . His expression was one of excitement . The enemy was Level-16 . Their Level-17 Doomsday Storm magic seal had locked onto him and could release a fatal attack at any time . Killing a Level-16 Magician would be such a glory . It would be passed down the generations! Prepare! Dwacheon was excited too . Level-16? Abandon ship and escape? Despair and hopelessness? No, they had enough power to kill the enemy . Level-16 was only mediocre . Boom! Boom! The magic seal was operating at its limit now . The air around the fleet started bubbling, ready to follow the magic seals order . But then something terrifying happened . No, the target is using Instant Flash! Continuously! Target lost! Unable to lock onto target! No! In the distant sky, the dark spot no longer flew smoothly . He would vanish and then reappear at an unpredictable spot . He was also approaching the Silver Storm Fleet at a shocking speed . This was Links Golden Dragon Kingdom territory . He could teleport freely within it, especially since there wasnt someone at the same level that obstructed him . For example, he didnt dare use transmissions when facing Saroviny because that was useless . Saroviny could overlook the spatial obstacles and attack him . But now, he could crush his opponents! If the Silver Storm Sparrow fleet was unable to destroy this territory, it didnt matter how powerful they were . They couldnt harm Link at all . Amidst all the shocked cries of despair, there was a soft scrape . Golden light brushed past the Silver Storm Sparrow fleets magic seal . Like cutting bread, it sliced the fleet in half . At a glance, it seemed that Link had just taken out his sword . But Hellfire Razer knew that in that instant, faced with the Level-17 Doomsday Storm magic seal, Link had actually made 36 moves . He had used up all of the magic seals energy before cutting it in half . A true Level-16 Magician crushing a group of low-level Warriors was how it should be . Razer didnt feel any surprise . After cutting the fleet apart, the figure flashed, and someone appeared before Razer . It was Link . Sword light flashed, and Razer felt something cold between his brows . Why wont you kill me? Razer looked up . Links sword was one millimeter away from his forehead . The deck shook, but his sword didnt move at all . It was as steady as a mountain . Youre still useful . Link smiled thinly .

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