Chapter 245

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Chapter 245

"My young master, you can’t play like this!" The fragile body of the mage couldn’t bear such a high overload. The knowledgeable water lord warned her, "You should be grateful for saving your life!" It was right, thanks to it, Sylas’s internal organs were not torn apart by the fragile ligaments in the middle. "But what is it?"

Lightning danced beneath their feet, and the sticky electric net continued for a while, with struggling prey stuck within, shaking constantly.

"I can’t see clearly," Sylas laid her whole body on the foggy wind shield. "But the storm is hunting it, it can’t reach us as long as we are not on the same plane as it!"

Her sharp observation skills saved her life once again. The electric grid and the strange flying object were always closely connected. Now that the electric grid disappeared, Sylas also deactivated the wind shield, letting gravity pull her towards the ground.

The electric grid appeared above their heads, and both of them instinctively looked up to see something flying against the lightning.

"A dragon?!"

The bright backlight made it difficult for them to see the details, but the shape of the spreading wings undeniably resembled a dragon. No one had truly seen a giant dragon before, but that scene always appeared in various books about dragons. It was the classic image of a dragon seen by all terrestrial creatures – wings spread open, head held high towards the sky.

"Why would there be a dragon here?"

She didn’t have the intention to dwell on this question. Right now, she was eager to ask Xerath why he had cut off her way back home. Was it really because he wanted to drive her away? Was it because of her unreasonable behavior yesterday that made Xerath feel disheartened? Lastly, she wanted to explain that she was willing to pay any price for her recklessness, as long as she wasn’t kicked out.

However, a sense of impending danger suddenly seized her, and at the same time, the shadow of the dragon rushed towards her. She estimated that this time, she would perish under these two attacks. But then, Leunen suddenly transformed into a ball and enveloped her, shielding her.

Thankfully, they were falling together. Sylas and the inner wall of the enormous water ball remained at a distance. When the bright lightning passed by, she could still clearly see the electric currents running along Leunen’s body.

Sylas’s impure trait saved her life at this moment. However, a significant amount of Leunen’s body evaporated due to this attack. It weakly said, "My lady, I need to rest for a while, but I will leave my eyes and mouth to accompany you!" Its gigantic body disappeared into thin air. Sylas didn’t have time to argue with it because the wind around them became extremely violent, as if…

She shouted loudly, and the surrounding wind showed an unusual interest. Sylas commanded them sternly to leave in an orderly manner. As a result, where she fell, the wind rose and formed a wind column.

Immediately after, there was a large area of wind disturbance around her. Although it couldn’t be seen, her keen perception allowed her to "see" the wind forming sharp blades, rotating or colliding with each other, making tremendous noise. What’s even more terrifying is that this well-regulated air duct seems almost endless, about five yards wide, but seemingly hundreds of yards long. And it didn’t stop there. This spine plunged and flew flat, rushing fiercely towards Sylas along this air duct.

She suddenly opened her wind shield again, and her falling speed was instantly minimized. The spine couldn’t change direction so flexibly, just passing by her feet. Sylas suddenly threw the Leunen on her back and said loudly, "Catch it!" The Leunen protested in mid-air, saying, "I haven’t rested enough!" But its body had already been thrown out, with a long thread winding around the rib bones of the spine, while the other end was wrapped around Sylas. The huge impact force was borne by the connection formed by magic. The sudden change caused a sharp pain in Sylas’s head.

But it’s okay, she got on the dragon! And the dragon’s spine was plunging towards Aimekotes’ gray-white body.

The storm gathered without knowing when. Xerath suspected that it was just the battle between her and the spine that disrupted the sequence of elements. They were now fighting each other on the extremely active wilderness, easily causing a large-scale riot.

However, Aimekotes’ wind barrier rose again, so she didn’t need to worry about the storm causing any additional damage to her mage tower. Titus returned to the appearance of a small stool, and Xerath had just expended some extra mana to sing a small Healing Spell for it. This was the only healing spell she could cast, as Holy Light didn’t obey her commands much, even with the help of Sunstone.

This was not enough to heal all the wounds on it. There was still a small damage on the cushion, and the area without fur could only wait for it to grow back slowly. But even so, this beloved star pet of Aimekotes was behaving too fearfully.

Xerath had to pick up this thirty-pound cutie and say to it, "Titus, what’s wrong with you? You were fighting hard just now."

Titus cried pitifully, whimpering as if about to cry, but Xerath couldn’t understand the meaning behind the magic wolf’s cries. She thought to herself, "If only Sylas were here."

The house was a mess, so Xerath thought it would be better for her not to come back for now. She opened the library door, and Titus cried even louder, wriggling in Xerath’s arms. Xerath had to put him down on the floor. Suddenly, Titus bit onto her robe, and Xerath scolded, "Titus, behave like a lady!"

Ignoring Xerath’s words, Titus continued to whimper and forcefully tug at Xerath’s clothes. Xerath crouched down and said, "Why don’t you stay in the living room? Are you scared of the library, little one who doesn’t know how to study?"

Before it could react, Titus was spun around and carried down to the lower level by a whirlwind. It hurriedly chased after, but the door closed right in front of it.

Overwhelmed by fear, Titus ran back to its own living room, slipping multiple times on the way and nearly tumbling down the stairs because it couldn’t find its footing. The fireball that it liked woke up inside the fireplace and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the lady?"

The lady lit up all the lights in the library. Moose was nowhere to be found, which was strange. Sometimes Moose would hide and sleep deep within the library, but if there was no one at home, Moose would always come to greet her, as if replacing Sylas’s scolding when she was not around.

In the past, this brought her some comfort, even if only a little. But today, that feeling suddenly disappeared. Of course, it would feel strange when there was no Sylas at home. It was just as uncomfortable.

Xerath took two steps forward and looked out the window, witnessing the storm forming rapidly outside.

As it was already getting dark, the heavy clouds of the storm completely blocked out the sun, making the sky appear completely black, with only a faint light coming from the yet-to-be-filled core area. Luckily, this beam of light enclosed her tower, so the room didn’t feel overly dark.

Suddenly, it felt as if something had bumped into both sides of her shoulder blades. Then, the pain expanded in circles, almost causing her hand to go numb and lose control. The "wind," filling the vast space, was suddenly affected by the king’s movement, creating a breeze around her.

Attack from the enemy!

No wonder Titus refused to come in. She thought to herself that the dragons in the sky and the sand wolves on the ground were probably just to distract her, while the real killer had already sneaked in.

Her hands were held back by someone, someone pushed her from behind, and someone kicked her knees, trying to make her kneel down.

Xerath clenched her teeth and let out a low and painful moan. Her unwavering determination made the watching wind feel the will of a king. Suddenly, they accelerated and turned into invincible weapons. The person who dared to attack her was instantly surrounded by the wind. The human body was like a suddenly cracked cup, and blood burst out from the neatly cut wounds.

The fearful screams echoed in the empty hall. The night stars, unable to continue their existence due to Xerath’s pain, flickered uncertainly. Fortunately, a flash of lightning illuminated the entire hall, allowing her to observe if there were any remaining enemies lying in ambush.

No, there’s no one left.

However, the mage’s body was really too weak. She clenched her teeth and stubbornly refused to kneel down. In the end, she stumbled forward two steps and fell to her knees, placing her hands on the ground.

Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed under her feet, and purplish-black flames soared into the air. It was then that she realized she was lying in a strange magic circle.

Looking back, she saw two black-clothed assassins lying in a pool of blood. Almost all of the blood had been released, flowing towards her. Strangely, the black flames burned on the blood, or rather, the purplish-black glow pulsated like a heartbeat, as if pressing the blood from the assassins into the magic circle.

She struggled to get up and when she raised her hand, it felt unusually heavy. Her hand seemed to be sticky, but there was nothing when she touched it.

A black, thick substance was wrapping around her fair hand, even reaching her wrist. Suddenly, the dark, sticky shadow pulled her hands apart, causing her to feel a pulse.

Just like the pulsing of blood that was pumped out from a human body earlier, that beat was continuously striking her back. The chilling cold air was constantly flowing into her body through the two daggers inserted in her back.

Another lightning illuminated the entire room, and a black figure suddenly appeared on the vacant seat moments ago.

"..W..Who..is..it.." Her weak voice even startled herself.

A night lamp lit up, revealing a tall yet withered man. He held up a black lantern, and a purplish-black flame flickered inside the lampshade. What was magical was that there was even a faint light coming through.

Sitting on Sylas’s seat was a noblewoman, illuminated by the lantern, allowing people to see her face clearly. This startled her.

"..Sa..Sylas?!"

She saw a beautiful face – fair complexion, plump and rosy lips, emerald-like eyes, and black hair tied up on top of her head, secured by a wide-brimmed hat.

The deep laughter flowed like liquid mercury, filling the room with a heavy presence.