Chapter 58
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Chapter 58: The Choice
Wiseman’s objective became clear – he aimed to directly abduct the Mist Sorceress Alice. The Necromancer showed no interest in the ongoing war, coveting instead the mysterious Summoned Beasts possessed by Alice. If this guy successfully cast instant teleportation magic, Midi calculated the Necromancer’s current magic reserves could forcibly relocate Alice five to six kilometers away, making reinforcements practically impossible.
Midi needed to retrieve Alice immediately.
The young warrior made this decision without hesitation. Leaning forward and tugging the reins, his Blood Fang Panther roared and leaped from the ten-meter-high rooftop. Instead of aiding Alice directly, they charged straight at Wiseman Newton who was chanting rhythmic spells!
Magic users became vulnerable during incantations. The experienced Midi exploited this weakness by targeting the strongest opponent – Wiseman himself. Even if the surprise attack failed, it could at least disrupt the spellcasting.
Yet Wiseman saw through the plan. After a brief glance at Midi, he continued chanting undisturbed. Simultaneously, the three Demon Swordwomen abandoned their encirclement of Alice and converged on Midi.
The first attack came as a whip-like snake-skin sword snaked from the shadows, attempting to coil around Midi’s body. Magical blades then surged from all directions like tidal waves and angry whirlwinds, threatening to shred him. Finally, the silver-haired Demon Swordwoman who’d been struck by lightning earlier bodily shielded Wiseman, her eyes blazing with desperate resolve.
Facing this triple assault, Midi remained utterly calm. Knowing Alice could now be saved, his anxiety vanished – only battle focus remained.
"Get her out," Midi murmured, patting his steed’s head.
In one fluid motion, he vaulted onto the saddle and launched himself skyward, greatsword slicing downward. Body weight, weapon momentum, and the panther’s inertia combined into a meteor-like strike against the silver-haired swordswoman. Even this pain-resistant warrior froze before the onslaught.
Metal shrieked as the silver-haired woman flew backward, her longsword snapping. Midi’s greatsword embedded itself in the ground, creating a deep fissure. Without retrieving it, he drew a azure-glowing Lightsaber from his waist – the weapon of sword souls.
A precise thrust neutralized the snake-skin sword, leaving it limp on the ground. When magical attacks surged moments later, Midi stepped into the storm, dodging through narrow gaps between spells.
The three-way ambush collapsed. As Midi charged Wiseman with his Lightsaber, the intelligent Blood Fang Panther reached Alice.
"Don’t…" the black-haired girl weakly protested.
The battle-hardened panther ignored formalities, unceremoniously dumping the weakened Alice onto its back with a rumbling "hold on" growl before fleeing.
The remaining Demon Swordwomen couldn’t pursue – Midi’s relentless assault pinned them down.
Wiseman finally reacted, his expression tightening as magical energy surged. He accelerated his half-completed chant, aiming to complete the teleportation before the panther escaped his spell’s range. The "Hand of Nightmare" lived up to his title, executing this desperate plan flawlessly.
But Midi also chanted – a single, terse phrase.
The Nether Flame Array erupted.
Flames erupted from the ground in an instant.
Wiseman’s plain gray robe easily blocked the lukewarm flames. Yet this brief disturbance still disrupted him. At the exact moment the teleportation magic completed, the Blood Fang Panther leaped beyond its range.
"Win this war for me!" Midi’s voice echoed from the magic array.
The words reached Alice’s ears.
Then swirling magic energy engulfed Midi, the three Demon Swordwomen, and Wiseman – whose face finally contorted in rage. Their struggling figures faded like soap bubbles in the blinding glow until nothing remained.
"Lady Sorceress! Forgive our lateness!"
Only after the teleportation glow vanished did Klasty’s group arrive, panting heavily. The Nightblade Leopard Cavalry had pushed to their limits, yet still missed the crucial battle.
Alice stood motionless, staring at the empty ground where the fight had occurred moments before. Midi had battled here desperately for their cause, but now…
"Lady Sorceress, where’s Midi?" Klasty pressed despite himself. Elves normally showed endless patience before their forest ruler, but the dire battlefield situation forced his hand. The black-haired girl’s shaken demeanor filled him with dread.
"He’s gone," Alice stated flatly.
Gone to strategize? Captured? Fled? The unthinkable possibilities swirled through Klasty’s mind. "What are your orders?"
Orders. The word echoed hollowly. As ruler of five Elven tribes, Alice always commanded decisively. Now she felt adrift. Continue fighting despite Elvin Town’s hopeless position? What fate awaited the isolated Midi – death? Capture?
Abandon the battle to search instead? Scatter the infantry while tracking teleportation traces with her Summoned Beasts, then charge with the cavalry. A living Midi meant hope – death meant utter loss.
She almost gave the command, knowing none would question it. Yet the words died on her lips. Brief memories flooded her – Midi’s wry smile during her rivalry with Fina, his earnest negotiations at the Witch’s abode, the quiet fury in his eyes witnessing village massacres, his sword hand twitching. The commander planning strategies, the tireless figure working through nights – all for this battle’s success.
Could she discard everything that clear-eyed youth fought for? Would fiery Fina Hamilton ever accept such retreat?
"All forces regroup at town square!" The Mist Sorceress’s voice rang with steel. "None shall enter the mist nor touch me – absolute order."
The Delos Empire wanted her, unrelated to noble wars or transactions. She owed rescue efforts for saving her life. Yet pride meant nothing now.
Midi’s final words burned in her mind: "Win this war for me!"
Though Fog and Night Demons lay broken, though Elves could only defend, Alice gripped her forbidden trump card – the double-edged sword she’d feared to wield. No more hesitation.
For the black-haired youth, she’d pay any cost.
From the high terrace, Alice’s voice soared with ancient words: "O pain-ridden flesh! O solitary warrior spurning all! By shared wrath, descend upon this chaos! Return these fools to dust!"
