Chapter 252

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Chapter 252

"Cutie, step here!" With the unique physical properties of his body, the large ice block saved itself. Titus gradually grew bolder and ran around in the darkness, like stepping on water. The large ice block used two oddly-shaped ice cones to illuminate the area. Wherever they were illuminated, the darkness disappeared completely. Sylas quickly infused it with new magic, making the light even brighter. With Titus’s help, the darkness was swept away in large areas, just like a thorough cleaning.

Sylas was joyfully rescued from the darkness by Titus. Lacrima asked in a low voice, "If you eliminate the darkness, she will die!"

Xerath looked up at her, staring intently, and immediately replied, "I would rather die! Sylas! You must destroy this Lich!"

Sylas turned her head, looking at her with concern, and asked, "Really? Will you die?"

"Don’t mind me! You kill her! Get rid of her!"

Under the twisted curse of language, Sylas still couldn’t understand. Lacrima sneered and said, "You actually encouraged her to come kill me? Sylas, can you really bring yourself to kill your own mother?" She turned her gaze to Xerath and asked, "Why don’t you ask her if she wants to follow me or follow you?"

"You also disregard her wishes!"

"Hahaha… I am her mother, I know what is best for her!"

"A qualified mother would never do such a thing to her child!"

"You don’t even understand what it means to be a mother, huh? I heard your relationship with your family is very poor, and your colleagues in the guild call you ‘old maid,’ right?"

Xerath showed a look of distrust, and Sylas also felt puzzled, thinking that maybe another faction had risen.

"You don’t know how to love someone at all, yet you dare to claim that you love my daughter? Only I can give her ‘true freedom’!"

Suddenly, a whip appeared in the air and struck Xerath, even penetrating her body, but surprisingly, it didn’t leave any wounds on her.

But this looks very, very painful. Xerath bit her teeth and tried not to scream, but the pain exceeded her limit of endurance. She lowered her head and let out a restrained moan of agony.

"Xerath…" Sylas wanted to rush over, but the dark aura stopped her again. She shouted at Lacrima, "What did she say?"

Lacrima wore an overly gentle expression and said, "She said she raised you and has the right to control you. She won’t allow me to take her personal belongings. It’s too much. You are my daughter, a noble princess, right?"

Sylas’s thorns responded to her. Lacrima angrily raised her hands, and the golden glow transformed into dark purple. Sylas focused all her attention on seizing control from her. A mirror of light formed around Lacrima, created by the incantation she wrote. The mirror became a weapon and was thrown at Sylas.

Fortunately, Lacrima’s strange incantation didn’t harm her. Sylas intensified her attack. The sharp mirror was the best weapon she had found so far, almost able to penetrate all of Lacrima’s defenses. It cut her face, causing substantial injury for the first time.

Dark shadows oozed out from her wound and dissipated in the air. She became even more desperate, shouting in a low voice, "Scream, scream!"

Evil green eyes were fixed not on her, and Sylas anxiously turned her head, only to see a huge black whip in the sky lashing at Xerath repeatedly. Her pale lips were bloody from biting too hard, and her tightly closed eyes showed she was in excruciating pain.

"Xerath…Xerath！"

It turned out that Lacrima’s attacks were all directed at Xerath. She was trying to distract Sylas with Xerath’s screams, but Xerath endured them tightly.

But Sylas was still feeling powerless. She had just figured out a way to deal with Lich. Light mirrors appeared one by one around her, like plates being thrown, crashing onto the black whip. Each one exploded into pieces, but it still couldn’t stop the whip from hitting Xerath.

This might be very, very painful. Xerath couldn’t bear it anymore. The sound of her painful moans made others feel her pain. The wind started to act strangely, Sylas recognized this feeling, it was like the precursor to being attacked by dragon bones in the sky.

In her haste, she summoned the wind around her body. But the remaining wind suddenly went on a rampage after the moaning stopped, attacking everything it could. Leunen’s body was sliced in half, the sturdy Fireworks Chef was cut through the armor, and Titus was lucky enough to avoid a fatal blow due to his height. Things on the table had their edges shaved off. Luckily, the archmage’s bookshelves had already collapsed at the beginning of the battle.

The wind sensed its master’s anger and carried out her will. Glowing golden runes appeared on Lich’s noble robe, but Sylas heard an explosion and saw the crystal liquid splattering on the floor. Lich’s armor became ineffective, and not only that, the exquisitely crafted and expensive-looking robe was ripped apart, revealing Lich’s skeletal body.

Bones cannot move on their own, so substantial darkness acted as tendons to hold them together. But through the gaps of the ribs, she still saw what was placed inside…

A bottle?!

This bottle awakened her distant memory. "Is this it?!" She suddenly remembered the day her mother was killed, she saw this bottle and threw it away.

"Sylas, this is her Life Casket!"

"Hehehehahaha… too late!" The black spell circle under her feet was about to form. Xerath’s position was already part of the plan, she tried to wipe it away with her foot. Not only did it aggravate her wound, it also proved to be useless.

Although Sylas couldn’t understand what Xerath was saying, she knew the bottle was important because it was the key to her mother turning into a Lich. Sylas threw a Sunstone, using the Light Mirror Technique to surround the stone. The sharp mirror slices cut through the dark tentacles, but Lacrima dodged them. Sylas continued to throw more Sunstones, but Lacrima skillfully avoided each one.

Sylas became anxious, but Titus was not. They didn’t know what the deal was with the big ice block, so they both rushed towards it. The ice block stopped halfway, but Titus kept going and bit onto the Lich’s skeletal ankle.

Titus was never afraid of bones! With great pride, it held onto the skeleton infused with terrifying dark power, while the ice block threw out a glowing Sunstone embedded in its body.

"Young lady! It’s up to you!"

The big ice block was thrown with incredible accuracy. The stone sliced through the air and entered the gaps between the ribs. The light mirror immediately opened and rotated, its sharp mirror slices continuously cutting through the black tendons. The light ball then exploded, eroding and dissolving the evil things. In response to Sylas’s shout, an air cannon appeared, and the delicate bottle suddenly exploded. Bone ash scattered everywhere, and a spark ignited, setting the dust on fire, resulting in an explosion within the confined space.

Lacrima fell down in a sorry state, black smoke continuously escaping from her body. The darkness receded and dispersed, and the magic circle on the ground gradually faded. Sylas couldn’t help but walk over.

"Sylas… Sylas… my daughter…"

On the ground was the Lich, once her mother. Her Lich form was now broken into two pieces. She stretched out her bony hand, her face showing a calm smile. She spoke intermittently, "I am… I am glad… you have escaped life’s deepest threat… grown into an amazing mage… and there is someone who loves you in my place… I hope in the remaining years of your life… you will not waver… you, you must become the person you want to be. Thank you… thank you for saving me… and also… also her…"

The blackness accelerated its dispersal, and even her skeletal remains gradually transformed into black mist. Joined by the wind, it merged with the queue of departing black mist and flew away through the gap created by the dragon bone.

The dragon bone lost its dark power and collapsed, creating a hole in the wall where the wind could blow in.

Sylas slowly stood up and raised her hands. She could now summon many children of the elements. These fist-sized Earth Children walked towards the cave entrance, sat down one by one, and fell into a deep sleep, blocking the entrance tightly.

She turned and ran towards Xerath. The darkness disappeared and Xerath, with no support, had to use her hands to support herself as she crawled on all fours.

Sylas rushed towards her, wanting to hug her, but Xerath raised her hand to stop her.

"Is it like this… even in this situation, you still don’t want me to touch you?" Sylas asked sadly, withdrawing her hand reluctantly.

Xerath shook her head and gasped for breath, saying, "On my back, on my back, remove them…"

Sylas then realized that there were two daggers stuck on Xerath’s back. She quickly gripped one but hesitated to use force. Xerath urged her, saying, "Quickly, quickly remove them, it’s so painful…"

Sylas held the daggers tightly and forcefully closed her eyes as she pulled them out. The sound of the blade scraping against the flesh was very frightening, but even more frightening was Xerath’s suppressed cries and trembling body. Sylas trembled as she threw one dagger aside, gripping the other one and pulled it out with all her strength.

At the same time, Xerath raised her upper body, screaming in pain. Her lips were bitten and bleeding, and she lifted her hands, afraid to put them down. Sylas gently rested her arms on her own shoulders, embracing her tightly.

"Teacher, does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

It hurts a lot, of course it hurts. That dry thirst slowly appeared again, but she could still endure it. However, she nodded and then mocked herself for losing her willpower along with the passing of her life.

When you say it hurts, there will be hugs and comfort.

Sylas made her lean against her own body, and Xerath’s frail body tenderly leaned in. Rather than feeling excited about the embrace, she was more worried about Xerath’s physical condition. Her teacher had already given up on principles, allowing her to intrude so deeply into her territory, and that itself was not a good sign.