Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 29 The Art of Combat
As the energy dissipated, the armored monsters, Zahir, and Flame Fist elites lay or curled up on the ground, motionless, their carapaces and armor pieces falling off, their skin a dark purple, emitting wisps of black smoke.

The people around were horrified and stiffened. No one dared to step forward. The fall of two pillars of the nation was a huge blow to morale.

Elite professionals like Zahir are so few and far between that you could count them on one hand on the entire battlefield.

High Priest Kou Tao leaned on his scepter, his body hunched over, blood flowing from his face; he was in very poor condition.

Clearly, the disruption of the magic network had a significant impact on him. Even if his spell-like abilities did not rely on the magic network, he could not completely escape the influence and interference of the magical environment.

Anser's face was tense. After several hesitations, he still didn't make a move. He admitted that he was afraid. If High Priest Kou Tao still had some strength left, wouldn't that be courting death?

He needs to wait for the right opportunity.

"what--"

Rand charged forward like a madman, knocking over countless monsters in his path.

At this moment, his heart was filled with regret. He clearly had the opportunity to come and help, but seeing that the battle situation had stabilized, he went to provide support elsewhere instead of arriving immediately.

High Priest Kou Tao grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth, his voice strange and hoarse, full of madness.

He was also waiting for an opportunity, but he only managed to fool two people.

Seeing Rand rushing towards him, he shook his beard, jumped off the armored monster, and ran towards the riverbank with his short legs, seemingly wanting to leave.

As amphibians, jumping into the Chongsa River is like going home; they're in an invincible position from the start.

A Kotao Overseer riding a giant crab ran up to protect him, baring his teeth as he glared at Rand as he charged.

[Kou Tao the Inspector, Kou Tao the Fishman, Challenge Level 3]

"Go save them." Anser tossed his bottle of healing potion to Blatt.

He then took a deep breath, activating his "Innate Technique," causing his magical power to surge and his cloak to billow and flutter.

He was highly focused, locking onto the short, purple-skinned priest from afar, and constantly calculating Rand's location.

""

"Innate Magic" + "Super Magic: Twin Spell" + "Immobilize Humanoids"!
The stirring dragon's voice echoed, and the staff seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. With a wave of its hand, two barely perceptible beams of magical light appeared out of thin air and landed on the heads of High Priest Kou Tao and Overseer Kou Tao.

The two fishmen froze, their muscles paralyzed, and they couldn't even move their dead fish eyes.

At that very moment, Rand arrived, his furious charge sending up puddles of water, breaking through the cold wind and drizzle, and creating a long trail of mist.

The next moment, High Priest Kou Tao's eyelids twitched, his limbs slowly stretched out, and the numbness dissipated. Even in his bad condition, the immobilized humanoid could only affect him for less than a second.

Just one second is enough!
The sturdy longsword slashed down with a blinding light. High Priest Kou Tao subconsciously raised his staff to block in front of his neck, and a layer of faint energy field emanated from his body. But what he was facing was the Holy Slash, which the paladin was proud of!

"boom--"

The energy field shattered, and the sounds of metal clashing and blades slicing through flesh rang out simultaneously. The high priest's half-arm and scepter were severed from his body, and his short body flew out horizontally. His neck was cleaved in half, and blue-green blood splattered into a magnificent blood mist.

High Priest Kou Tao was radiating a healing aura; he was still alive!

"Drink-"

Rand tensed up, his arm swung in a wide arc, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a white rainbow, catching up with the falling fishman in the air with a whoosh, piercing through his abdomen and exiting through his neck, tilting the ugly fish head to the side, revealing bloody tissue and throat.

[Target dead, gain 385 combat experience]

'So this is what elite professionals are like!'

Anser was deeply shocked. This artistic combat skill was so fluid and graceful that only by seeing it in person could one truly appreciate its charm. The cold numerical ratings simply could not express the suffocating sense of oppression it brought.

'Yeah, I'm not bad either!'

High Priest Kou Tao landed, and Rand caught up in a few steps, drew his longsword, and chopped off the fish head in a few strokes before stopping.

With his death, the noisy battlefield suddenly quieted down, and then all the fishmen abandoned their opponents and fled in panic, jumping into the water one by one and disappearing in no time.

Only a few dozen goblin-like beings and grey dwarves remained, watching in despair as hundreds of humans surrounded them.

The immobilized Kou Tao observer was also carried by the giant crab into the Chongsa River, thus escaping its control.

“It’s over!” Anser sighed and ran quickly toward Zahir.

The result wasn't perfect, but at least they won. A large crowd had already gathered in front, and when they saw Anser and Rand arriving, they all made way.

The Flamefist Barbarian and Zahir remained motionless, their skin covered in purplish-black signs of decay, emitting a foul stench that was unbearable to look at.

The Flame Fist Barbarian was surrounded by many Flame Fist soldiers. His breathing was even, so he should be able to be saved.

Zahir's chest was no longer rising and falling, and two pieces of flesh had fallen from his chin, the finger marks left by Blatt when he administered the drug.

At this point, Blatt inverted the treatment solution, blocked the bottle opening with his thumb, and carefully sprinkled the solution onto his skin, but there was no improvement.

Zahir is dead; life-sustaining techniques and healing potions are only effective on the living.

An elderly pastor with white hair and beard knelt beside Zahir, his chest bearing the inscription "Journey in the Sunrise," clearly a pastor from Losanda.

He gently placed one hand on Zahir's chest and gripped the holy emblem tightly with the other, holy magic imbued with blessing power surrounding the two of them.

With a chant, divine magic descended, but it quietly dissipated midway, having no effect whatsoever.

"Lord of the Dawn, why? Why!"

The old pastor broke down instantly, clutching the holy emblem in his hands, curling up in tears, like a child who had made a mistake, helpless and alone.

'This is the third-circle divine spell, Resurrection.' Anser understood the incantation and could sense the old priest's despair.

He was grieving the death of the paladin and lamenting the Lord's abandonment.

Rand did not give up. He squatted down to the side, and the power of Holy Healing flowed into Zahir's body little by little, but this power was soon cut off.

His body's healing energy pool was empty.

Anser turned his head away, his chest tight with discomfort.

“Pastor Moody, you still have one third-circle spell slot, right? You still have one more chance!” Rand grabbed the old priest’s hand, his eyes red.

The old pastor looked up at the man, swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and could only nod heavily. But only he knew that he had never successfully cast a third-circle divine spell since the incident with the magic network.

He calmed himself down slightly, gripped the holy emblem, and prepared to cast the spell again.

Anser's heart skipped a beat. He moved closer and knelt down next to the old priest: "I'll help you stabilize your magic."

He closed his eyes, and a faint light shimmered on his soft scales. The chaotic magic calmed down, becoming docile and obedient, forming gentle vortexes of magic that swirled and circled around him.

The essence of the magic net is magic power, but it weaves and utilizes the uncontrollable primal magic power in a certain way. Damaged magic nets cannot restrain primal magic power, and the primal magic power, in turn, makes the magic net even more difficult to perceive and pull.

He didn't know if it would work, but he had to try.

As the magical environment around him began to stabilize, a glimmer of hope rekindled in the old pastor's heart.

Holding the holy emblem, he focused with an unusually high level of concentration to perceive and guide the divine magic. It was still difficult, but much smoother than before.

Seconds later, a chanting like a song resonated quietly with the holy magic, and holy light descended from the void, as if from the gaze of the gods, completely surrounding Zahir.

Everyone slowed their breathing and stared intently at the scene.

At a certain moment, a barely perceptible exhalation sounded, and Zahir's chest began to rise and fall gently, the amplitude of which gradually increased.

"Live alive!"

"I have half a bottle of potent healing potion here..."

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　　1. Innate Sorcery
　　An event from your past has left an indelible mark on you, infusing you with an uncontrollable surge of magic. You can release this magic for 1 minute. During this minute, you gain the following buffs:

　　Your warlock spell save DC +1.

　　You have an advantage on attack rolls for the warlock spells you cast.

　　You can use this feature twice; when you complete a long break, you regain all the used uses.

　　
　
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