Chapter 222

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Chapter 222: Celica vs Minaret

"Bishop!"

A Paladin saw this and quickly threw out a card.

[Name: King’s Blessing]

[Type: Spell]

[Star Level: 6]

[Grade: Blue Rare]

[Occupational Restriction: Paladin]

[Description: Greatly enhances a person’s strength and stamina]

In an instant, Celica’s two numbers were raised.

"Fool! I told you not to act!" Celica’s face changed dramatically.

She quickly rushed towards the Paladin who cast the spell. He hadn’t reacted yet when a figure reached his back and gently slashed with a dagger.

Slish!

The Paladin’s throat was cut open, and blood sprayed outward, splattering on the ground in front of him.

By the time Celica arrived, Minaret’s figure had disappeared again.

The night is the best cover for thieves.

Celica’s expression was icy as she stared fixedly at the spot where the Paladin had died.

A group of Paladins felt a chill rising from below their feet.

They did not expect that, right under the noses of Celica and a seventh-tier Paladin, a sixth-tier Paladin was quietly killed, even when everyone was on guard.

"No one is allowed to act later!" Celica shouted.

Clearly, the thief across from her had principles; at first, she did not attack other Professionals, but wanted to duel with Celica.

However, if someone did not have principles, then she could be even less principled.

Among those present, only Celica could avoid Minaret’s assassination.

Celica knew this, which was why she dared not let anyone attack, only asking them to protect the children.

"Celica…"

Minaret’s voice seemed to come from all directions, "An eighth-tier Pastor, known as the Sword Master, hailing from the Blade of Dawn, with countless souls lost under her sword."

"Among the eighth-tier, no more than five can challenge you. Because of her great power, she was promoted to Red Bishop, a measure taken by the Church of Dawn Goddess to limit your killing intent."

"Unfortunately, among the eighth-tier fighters you can battle, I am one of them."

"Who are you?" Celica said aloud. "Your strength is so great; you can’t possibly be a coward hiding in the shadows."

"Ha, I am an assassin. If I acted like a berserker, that would go against the way of an assassin." Minaret’s voice continued to press down on Celica.

"There are no more than five who can defeat Lord Minaret. Who are they?" Neymar asked in confusion.

"I don’t know," Karoso shook his head.

"A dual healer, Merlin," Kirmin began. "The first wizard of the Kingdom of Persia, Andrey…"

"Andrey is not worthy yet," Minaret’s voice sounded again.

"I’ve got you!"

Celica’s form vanished, and when she reappeared, she was at the top of a large tree, her long sword stabbing forward.

Ding!

Minaret, hidden in the shadows, was forced out by Celica, blocking Celica’s sword with a dagger.

Celica’s long sword continued forward, and Minaret’s hand wavered, sending her flying away.

To others, it seemed like a light touch, and Minaret was sent flying, appearing quite unimpressive; only the two of them knew how dangerous that move had been.

Celica leaped into the air, chasing after Minaret, but she didn’t expect countless throwing knives to shoot at her from all directions.

Celica was forced to pause in mid-air, her long sword swirling wildly as she knocked down the flying knives.

Her eyes scanned the surroundings, and she saw nearly invisible thin threads slowly appearing in her view; if Celica continued to soar upward, she might get torn apart by these threads.

Minaret’s free hand in the air made a grasping motion, and the almost transparent threads ensnared Celica.

Her earlier outcry, followed by being knocked away, was all part of the trap!

Her every action had one goal: to kill Celica. This was the way of an assassin in battle.

Ding!

Celica flicked her sword, and a sound wave spread out, causing the threads to vibrate slightly.

The vibration was barely noticeable, but it was enough for Celica.

She quickly sheathed her sword and then drew it out again.

Buzz!

Countless sword lights shot out in all directions, cutting the threads one by one.

Minaret was a bit surprised in the air.

A warrior’s sword draw slash?

This woman, surprisingly, used a sword technique without any cards? How is that possible…?

Could it be that she has broken through the Card God Domain and can use magic on her own?

You should know that ancient Professionals fought without cards, relying on Magic Potions to break through. Magic Potions would bring skills and more…

No, if she had that kind of ability, she would have become a god long ago!

"Ha, interesting!" Minaret laughed in the air, "So all your equipment has sealed skills!"

"You have a good eye." Celica’s eyes seemed to spit fire. Even if her subordinate was behaving badly, they were still her subordinate, a living person.

This assassin killed her man right in front of her; how could she not be angry?

She stepped into the air and charged at Minaret. With every step she took in the air, it felt like a heavy hammer struck at Minaret’s heart. In just six steps, Minaret felt her magic power in chaos.

"This… is shaking the magic power in the entire air?" Minaret’s gaze sharpened, "Such strong sword intent, almost reaching the ninth level of the law…"

Minaret quickly threw out a card.

[Name: Star Abyss Prison]

[Type: Spell]

[Star Level: 8]

[Rank: Golden Legend]

[Class Restriction: Thief]

[Description: Transform into a beam of light to gather enemies and deliver a powerful strike.]

In an instant, Minaret was surrounded by a light as bright as day, as if to illuminate the entire night.

When the light appeared, even with Celica’s ability, there was a moment of distraction.

The minaret turned into flowing light, dancing up and down, and even though her magic was disturbed, it did not affect her.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Celica instinctively swung her sword to defend against the lightning-fast minaret’s attack.

Zip, zip, zip…

Three wounds appeared on Celica’s body; her enhanced protection could not guarantee her complete safety.

Boom!

The minaret transformed into the final beam of light and struck Celica, sending her crashing to the ground and creating a hole ten meters wide.

"Cough…"

Celica spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to stand up.

She breathed out a sigh, "Wow, I didn’t expect the thief to have such an open and fair way of fighting."

Minaret narrowed her eyes; this didn’t heavily injure her?

You should know that Minaret’s dagger has at least a fifty-point damage boost, and with an eighth-tier Legend Card, any other eighth-tier could be defeated by Minaret in one strike!

Previously on the City of Freedom battlefield, Minaret had killed two eighth-tier masters. Besides having the advantage of surprise, her dagger’s ability to easily break magic was also very important.

A green mist was coming from Celica’s wound, clearly indicating she was poisoned, but before the poison could spread, her wound began to heal.

"All cards, except for equipment, increase your personal attributes," Minaret looked down at Celica and asked, "Do you think your sword skill can reach the effect of a skill card with boosts in agility and strength?"

"Haven’t you experienced it before?" Celica smiled slightly.

Pfft!

Minaret’s gaze sharpened as she touched her neck, where a wound had appeared without her noticing. The wound was very hot, as if a sacred power was raging there.

Her pale neck turned blue around the wound, just like the skin of a dark elf!

Damn, when did I get stabbed?

"So it was a dark elf…" Celica finally understood why this thief attacked the church.

Dark elves were always meant to be eliminated; it wasn’t just that humans wanted to kill dark elves; it was the war between dark elves and elves.

At that time, humans and elves were allies.

There was already a blood feud; it makes sense for this thief to save her kind and kill those who enslaved them.

It seems that today cannot end peacefully.

Knowing the truth, Celica felt a heavy stone lift from her heart.

"My sword skill, empowered by various blessings, can mimic the power of a blue card, but…" Celica charged at Minaret again, "How many Golden Cards do you have? In my hands, as long as there is a sword, it’s like I have countless blue cards!"

Celica’s long sword danced in the air, and beams of light shot towards Minaret.

Minaret threw out a card, and seven Minarets appeared in the sky.

"Clones?" Celica’s sword flashed brightly as all eight Minarets struggled to block the beams of her sword.

"Your sword skill is indeed similar to the blue card, meaning you have countless blue cards…"

The eight Minarets spoke at the same time, "Then, how much magic power do you have?"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Each Minaret threw out a card, and a rain of blades flew towards Celica.

Celica thought she only needed to block from one direction, but she didn’t expect the blades coming from eight directions to all be real and fake.

Each of the eight clones could be the real one, and although the total number of real blades remained the same, Minaret switched between his true form, causing each direction to have real blades.

Ding ding ding…

Celica struggled to tell what was real and what was false; some of the attacks hit her directly, causing wounds.

Her healing ability was truly amazing; even with wounds, she quickly recovered.

In contrast, Minaret’s wounds were increasing, and many dark elf spots were exposed.

The two fought fiercely in the air, with Minaret producing strange cards one after another, many of which were traps. Even with Celica’s ability, she found it challenging.

Their speed was so fast that Karoso could barely keep up with his eyes.

"Who will win?" In Neymar’s eyes, the two seemed to slow down for a few seconds.

Before she could look closely, she felt her magical power was rapidly fading, so she quickly closed her eyes.

"I don’t know; they are both top experts," Karoso said seriously.

As expected from a skilled player recognized by bullet comments, they fought fiercely and were evenly matched.

No wonder it’s said that a sudden card can barely affect a seventh-tier expert but has no effect on an eighth-tier.

In this situation, let alone having an effect, it’s hard for Karoso to capture either of them!

[It’s hard to explain; both are Illusion Gods.]

[Their professions are different, so they can’t be compared.]

[It’s just that the deck is too weak; if Minaret used the deck I created for her, she could defeat Celica easily.]

[Of course! If Celica used the deck I built for her, she’d easily beat Minaret!]

"Um, the problem is, if Master Celica loses, we won’t be killed by that assassin, will we?" Kirmin raised a very realistic concern.

"Huh?" Sophia’s eyes widened. "Why is this our problem again?"

"Miss, how about we run quickly?" Jenny said cautiously.

"Trust Master Celica," one of the knights responsible for protecting them turned back and said, "If you want to leave, we can’t let you go."

Sophia thought for a moment, and it really was true.

"Neymar, keep an eye on their battle." Karoso walked behind Neymar, roughly opened her eyelids, and made her open her eyes wide to watch, saying, "It’s good for you."

"Um…" Neymar had no choice but to force her eyes open and watch.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and two of the protective spells summoned by Celica had already vanished; she was unable to maintain the magic.

Null and 『』 fought that monster for several days.

And the two of them fought for less than ten minutes in total, showing that they completely disregarded the use of magic; they were both burst-type fighters.

Neither of them summoned helpers; they both relied on their own strength.

If we change Null and 『』 here, using the same skill on Null and 『』 would only show about twenty percent of its power.

Slowly, both of their speeds began to decrease, and Minaret’s clone disappeared, leaving Celica with only enough magic for one sword.

The two of them were gasping for breath in the air, both covered in wounds.

As those blessings faded, Celica’s healing abilities weakened as well.

A knight saw this and was about to use a card, but Celica shouted, "Don’t interfere! She looks weak right now, and killing you will be just as easy as killing a chicken. You have no idea how big the gap is between an eighth-tier and you!"

"A wise choice." As soon as Minaret finished speaking, she charged at Celica again.

Clash!

Their weapons collided with each other.

In the air, both of them stared fiercely at each other.

One of them held a sword in one hand, and the other held a dagger, while the other hand was empty.

Suddenly, Minaret thought of something.

Slap!

A sharp sound echoed in the air.

Celica stared in shock at Minaret before her.

Just now, Minaret had actually slapped Celica!

At this moment, using a hand to attack would cause almost no harm, since there was no magical power involved; both of their magical powers were focused on holding each other off, so concentrating magical power in an empty hand would be like asking for trouble.

But, such a thing is very degrading!

"You damn…" Celica reached out with her other hand, grabbed Minaret’s hair, and pulled down hard.

Bang!

Again, a slap landed on Celica’s face.

Celica was not polite; while tearing at hair, she bit Minaret’s face.