Free Web NovelAlthough the two Black Armor Monstrosities approached quickly, there was still some distance between them, and this distance gave Fang Ji time to react.
“Sword of miracle, Three, Thousand Brocade Clusters!”
Although the miracle flower had returned to him not long ago, enveloping him in its rich fragrance, the miracle flower had now disappeared again. When he cast the unique Spell of the Miracle Order, he had no choice but to chant the simplified version of the Spell.
As Fang Ji shouted, a golden halo with complex incantations floated beneath his feet, then transformed into an arc of light that shot forward, skimming the ground.
A fierce wind swept through instantly, accompanied by a cold gleam, and countless blades emerged, interwoven, forming a wall of blades in mid-air along the path of the two black-armored figures.
The next second, a powerful wind pressure spread, and sharp crashing sounds, loud enough to make eardrums bleed, overlapped and erupted from the other side of the blade wall.
Even though he couldn't see what was on the other side of the blade wall with his naked eye, Fang Ji mentally pictured the scene: on the other side of the blade wall, the two Black Armor Monstrosities violently colliding with it, attempting to break through, while countless Spiritual Energy-wrapped blades curled, twisted, and shattered.
Thousand Brocade Clusters couldn’t buy much time; escaping was simply too late...
He had observed that the two Black Armor Monstrosities were extremely fast. When they galloped, without relying on Spiritual Perception, only two blurry black shadows could be caught.
A Psychic like him, who wasn't skilled in speed, would be quickly caught even if they tried to escape, relying only on the little time Thousand Brocade Clusters provided, and even with a miracle occurring.
Rather than falling into an unresisting situation later, it would be better to use the delayed time to cast a stronger Spell. Even if he couldn't kill the two Black Armor Monstrosities, he could at least hold them back and create enough time to retreat.
Therefore, after casting the first Spell, Fang Ji immediately began chanting the second Spell.
“His creations should enjoy prayers equal to His; with fine wine, I offer this to the figure guarding the bridge between the living world and the afterlife, the judge of souls...”
This was a Spell of a much higher level than Thousand Brocade Clusters. Without the blessing of the miracle flower, Fang Ji directly chanted the complete incantation for safety.
As the Spell was rapidly chanted, Spiritual Energy surged, gradually condensing in Fang Ji's hand into the illusory image of a golden wine cup inlaid with gemstones like sapphires, black onyx, and fire coral.
Air currents swirled around his body, stirring the dense, mist-like golden radiance into a dazzling golden vortex, and a solemn, sacred aura emerged from the center of the vortex.
“...Wine of miracle, Nine, Mithra’s Grace!”
The moment the Spell chanting was completed, Fang Ji slowly turned his wrist, tilting the golden wine cup.
The wine cup was empty, yet in a trance, the faint sound of liquid flowing could be heard.
As the wine cup tilted, an amber-colored Serum, imbued with a rich wine fragrance, appeared out of thin air, flowing from the wine cup and falling into the golden vortex.
Like water droplets falling onto a mirror-like surface, ripples spread from the center of the golden vortex, and then, propelled by layers of ripples, the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} misty Spiritual Energy forming the golden vortex diffused outwards.
For a moment, the wide street in front of the eerie small temple where Fang Ji and Shen Baiwei stood seemed to transform into a boiling golden lake. Beneath the surface of the lake, a huge black shadow swiftly darted like a swimming fish.
Feeling the Spiritual Energy fluctuations permeating the air and watching the Spell that Fang Ji had completed in a few seconds, Shen Baiwei, who was standing by, silently took out her small notebook and a quill made from a brown-tailed tragopan feather, preparing to begin recording.
At the same time, the blade wall that Fang Ji had created through the Spell Thousand Brocade Clusters barely held on for more than ten seconds under the stormy assault of the two Black Armor Monstrosities, and finally shattered...
Two long spears, glowing with an eerie blue light, pierced through the blade wall like the fangs of a fierce beast, then suddenly vibrated, and Spiritual Energy fluctuations spread, rippling in layers.
Amidst the mournful wail of metal, the massive blade wall disintegrated, and dazzling silver-white fragments scattered like snowflakes carried aloft by the air current. Broken, sharp blades flew in all directions, easily embedding themselves into the ground and the outer walls of surrounding buildings as if bullets piercing thick cardboard.
“Thud, thud, thud—!”
Amidst a series of dull thuds, the two Black Armor Monstrosities lunged in front of Fang Ji. Beneath their shattered visages, two pairs of numb, hollow eyes locked onto his figure, and then almost simultaneously, they thrust their long spears at him.
Although they had long since died and had been transformed into urban legend under the influence of the terrifying power entrenched at Yumen Pass, their belief in guarding Yumen Pass and their battle instincts honed through years of training had never dissipated.
And Fang Ji, who was approaching this temple, was clearly, in their eyes, someone who would destroy Yumen Pass. freёwebnovel.com
In an instant, a low metallic hum erupted. On the shattered long spears, an eerie blue light, following the chi-wen-like patterns, circled once, then suddenly burst forth like a volcanic eruption, spewing ominous, ghostly blue flames, and terrifying Spiritual Energy fluctuations swept like a torrent.
Fang Ji, who was retreating step by step, however, curved his lips into a confident smile at this moment.
“Boom—!”
The earth shook violently, and the golden “lake” on the ground, which almost covered the entire street, suddenly stirred up giant waves tens of meters high.
The next moment, a miracle descended.
A giant beast tore through the huge waves and flew out, crashing head-on into the two Black Armor Monstrosities, meeting the rolling, ghostly blue flames.
It was a robust bull, over fifteen meters tall, with a body seemingly cast from gold. A pair of horns, carved like crystal, were inscribed with countless runes, reflecting countless moments of life and death in their sparkling facets.
Upon closer inspection, the image of the bull was strikingly similar, eight or nine parts, to the divine bull carved on the exterior wall of the small temple nearby.
“Bang—!”
The majestic bull collided violently with the two Black Armor Monstrosities, and a thunderous sound erupted.
The ghostly blue flames instantly collapsed under the impact of the powerful Spiritual Energy-laden air currents. Under the immense force, the armor covering the bodies of the two Black Armor Monstrosities twisted and deformed, scales scattered, and foul-smelling, viscous black blood splattered.
After stabilizing themselves, the two Black Armor Monstrosities seemed completely indifferent to their injuries. They retreated a few steps, found a higher vantage point, and, in the formation described in books as “infantry holding high ground, spears pointed outwards” – the quality of infantry confronting cavalry – once again raised their long spears towards the charging bull.
Then, their hands gripped tightly, and their twisted, deformed, muscular arms, wrapped like withered roots, bulged, emitting a hum like a taut bowstring.
However, the moment the long spears touched the “bull’s” body, the “bull” seemed to transform into a phantom, passing right through. Its scimitar-like horns pierced the shoulders of the two Black Armor Monstrosities, respectively, lifting their bodies, and then... its four hooves churned, continuing to gallop forward with lightning speed.
Wherever it passed, neither the attacks of the two Black Armor Monstrosities, nor the buildings, nor the urban legend hidden in the shadows, could touch its body.
Watching the “bull,” like a destructive storm, carrying the two Black Armor Monstrosities forward, charging straight through, and forcefully carving a gully between the brick buildings, Fang Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately felt a strong wave of weakness wash over him.
Casting such a direct summoning Spell, which contained the authority of a legendary deity, without the blessing of the miracle flower, was still somewhat strenuous for him...
Fortunately, this Spell successfully sent the two Black Armor Monstrosities away. It might not be enough to kill them, but they wouldn’t be back anytime soon. It was time to retreat.
Fang Ji thought, turning to look at Shen Baiwei beside him. He was about to complain about her standing by and watching, but his eyes widened when he saw the scene beside her.
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The moment the bull, summoned by a Spell and imbued with the power of Mithra, the legendary deity of Zoroastrianism, appeared, Shen Baiwei, who had been observing in secret for a long time, finally wrote the last stroke in her small notebook, completing the corresponding record.
【Miracle Order Secret Spell: Wine of miracle · Seven · Mithra’s Grace, an extremely rare summoning Spell... Strength: High. Comment: The style is as exaggerated as other Miracle Order Spells, as always.】
After writing, she also put her “extraordinary” drawing talent to use, drawing a peculiar-looking golden bull in the bottom right corner of the page.
Satisfied, she closed her small notebook and put it into her bag, carefully storing it away.
Shen Baiwei looked up and saw Fang Ji staring at her with wide eyes, which made her slightly startled.
“W-why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
Fang Ji shook his head, as if afflicted by a Disaster, and expressionlessly raised his hand, pointing behind her.
Huh? Did something come out of the small temple? Shen Baiwei's heart pounded. She slowly turned around, only to see a sight that surprised her.
On the outer wall of the building behind her, the sharp metal fragments that had flown off after the Thousand Brocade Clusters’ interwoven blade wall shattered, and the scorch marks left by the ghostly blue flames stirred up by the Black Armor Monstrosities, seemed to have outlined a human figure on the wall, as if performing a body trace on her.
Shen Baiwei, “...”
Only then did she realize that she had once again become engrossed in recording and ignored her surroundings.
It was an old habit, one she could never break...
When an A-level Spirit Ability User and two urban legend no weaker than A-Level were fighting, completely ignoring the battle situation made it very easy to be affected and injured.
Although it didn’t matter if she got injured because of her special authority, she had now miraculously avoided all residual attacks without paying any attention to the battle...
It was like being engrossed in reading a comic on the street when a gang shootout suddenly broke out, and then putting down the comic, coming back to her senses, and finding herself completely unharmed.
However, as a member of the Miracle Order, wasn't it normal for a little miracle to happen to her? Shen Baiwei thought, stealing a glance at Fang Ji with a hint of guilt.
Fang Ji rolled his eyes at her.
Normal, my ass!
I suspect my miracle flower wasn't absorbed by the Disaster, but by you!
Fang Ji suddenly felt that he was having too much trouble. It was already enough that a Disaster, a big jinx, countered him, and now it seemed there was another one.
Shen Baiwei, “...”
