Descent of the God of Magic Chapter 26

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-Chapter 26, DGM-

Within the span of 2 seconds, Lund had already arrived at the bottom of the ramparts. Hefting the thick cord of rope, he tugged and begin his ascent.

Even as he scaled the walls, archers rained arrows onto him. Above him, defenders diligently hurled boulders down the walls in a hopeful bid to deter him.

Lund detested their efforts.

Lund could ignore the arrow shafts, but the boulders plunging down weighed at least a several hundred kilograms. They were a pain to deal with. If one boulder even connected, it would be extremely unpleasant. However, Lund had a solution to this trouble.

As a boulder plummeted down the ramparts, the scarlet sword in his hand flickered in the air. "Break!" He scowled. A blur of glaring crimson streaked through the air, drawing a crescent curve over half a meter wide. The crescent curve streaked over 10 meters forward, shearing through the boulder like butter. It was half a meter thick. The two halves of the boulder dropped past Lund.

It did not stop there. The crescent curve sliced cleanly through the air, cleaving through the defenders dropping the boulders. Blood splattered as their figures were divided. Lund sped up the wall as he neared the 30 meter mark of the ramparts.

"Projecting warrior qi?!"

"What level is he at?!"

"How do we block that?!"

The human defenders on the walls were horrified by the battle skill Lund had displayed. The consternated gazes of a few warriors among them brimmed with despair as they realised the conclusion for the war had been reached.

Minsk was still tangled in deadlock with the level 4 dark elf general. His comrade rushed over in a bid to assist him, but was halted by the fierce resistance of the dark elf soldiers streaming from behind the general. Minsk had no choice but to fight solo.

When he spotted the glaring crimson crescent cleave through the boulder, his pupils contracted as his heart hammered frantically against his chest. "Is this our end?"

Annie was at a different location on the ramparts, assisting three other suicide squad members in fending off a dark elf general. When she glimpsed the warrior qi projected from Lund, she mentally rewrote her death will again in her heart. Ignoring her safety, she assaulted her opponent as if unhinged.

She was well aware that even with the help of the suicide squad, holding off the dark elf marshal with just their powers was far, far insufficient. The only thing left to do was to stake everything on the line just to stall for time.

On the contrary, dark elf soldiers were a different story. Witnessing the tyrannical strength of their commander, morale increased rapidly. Their attacks became progressively aggressive and daring.

Up to this juncture, everything had sailed along smoothly with Lund's anticipations.

Yet his expectations were shattered for the second time that hour.

A dense glow of cerulean radiated from the archer tower on the ramparts.

The cerulean glow had started out inconspicuous and unnoticed. However, it quickly grew into a scorching sphere of light. Under the blanket of the night, it burned like the sun itself, illuminating the skies in its glory.

In the next moment, the light was expelled from the archer tower; a shaft of cerulean bolting across the night sky in a brilliant arc.

It was too bright; too fast.

It seared a burning line of light onto everyone's retinas, like lightning forking streaks of electricity in the horizons. Black splotches emerged in the vision of anybody who glimpsed it.

The light stabbed directly at Marshal Lund who was in the midst of scaling the wall.

"Huh? What's that?"

The light was entirely out of his expectations, and was also shot at the right opportunity – promptly after Lund had condensed his warrior qi into an attack. Lund was unable to condense his warrior qi instantly again to launch another attack to parry the light.

In the next instant, a shaft of brilliance pierced through his figure.

"BOOOM!"

A ear-splitting explosion rented the entire battlefield. The hit of the bolt shook intense heatwaves roiling over the battlefield. In this moment, the heavens and earth were shuddering.

The world seemed to rumble with terror.

The discharge of the bolt of light had blinded the entire city. For a moment, it was daytime.

Reeling against the earthshaking attack, Lund's body instinctively went into overdrive, exploding with warrior qi.

Warrior qi was a warrior's staple. It supplied them with tremendous strength and agility. Although it unable to substantially boost their defence capability against physical attacks, it had an enormous resistance against magic.

Lund was a level 6 warrior. If there was one thing he had in abundance, it was warrior qi. It easily blocked the attack of the bolt. Unlike Lund, the rest of the dark elves were roasted like coke in a blast furnace when the heatwaves were sent reeling.

Chapter end