Free Web NovelThe woman stood on the balcony, her expression indeed freezing for a moment.
But only for a moment.
The next second, she had already raised her hand, and then, vines shot out violently.
Countless vines.
They shot out from the balcony, emerged from the ground, and were pulled out from the giant's body.
They were like arrows, like spears, like living snakes.
Their surfaces were covered in thorns, gleaming with a dark green luster under the moonlight.
Frederick von Ashford snapped out of his shock instantly.
He looked at those vines, watching them surge from all directions. freewebnovel.cσ๓
Most of them were aimed directly at the white mecha.
But a small portion was flying toward their position.
"Damn—"
He roared.
Then quickly positioned his body in front of Victoria von Hohenheim.
Reinhardt did the same.
Shielding Charlotte behind him.
At this moment, there was nowhere to dodge; they could only try to block with their bodies.
The two stood back-to-back, both prepared for the worst.
But the vines did not reach them.
They stopped less than half a meter away from the group, or more accurately, they were blocked.
All that could be heard was a series of crisp collision sounds.
Like metal striking glass, or raindrops hitting a window.
Frederick von Ashford was momentarily stunned.
He saw light.
Golden light.
Golden, translucent, geometric planes—as if solidified from light—appeared out of thin air around them.
The surfaces of these light screens were covered in extremely complex geometric patterns, lines so precise they seemed carved stroke by stroke with a ruler and compass. They connected, overlapped, and interwove with each other, forming a perfect hemispherical shield that enveloped Frederick von Ashford, Reinhardt, Victoria von Hohenheim, and Charlotte entirely.
The vines struck the light screens with dull thuds, their thorns scraping across the golden surfaces with a harsh grating sound. But no matter how they twisted or how much force they applied, the light screens remained immovable, not even a single crack appearing.
At the same time, more golden light screens unfolded around the mecha.
Centered on the mecha, they arranged themselves into concentric circles according to some precise mathematical law, each light screen appearing precisely in the path of the vines' attacks.
When the vines struck them, the light screens would vibrate slightly, their surface patterns glowing as if absorbing the impact and dispersing the force throughout the entire defensive system.
It was like a Tai Chi master deflecting a heavy punch with minimal effort—every impact was perfectly neutralized.
Frederick von Ashford had seen something similar before, in General Margaret von Oppenheimer's classroom, in General Margaret von Oppenheimer's hands.
This was the power belonging to the Path of the Magician.
In the distance, the white mecha was slowly rising to its feet. Its movements were slow but carried an undeniable composure, like a king rising from her throne. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
A ring of golden light was forming behind the mecha's head.
It was composed of countless tiny geometric shapes, each glowing and arranging itself according to some complex pattern—like a sacred halo, or the materialization of a mathematical formula beyond human comprehension.
Frederick von Ashford suddenly remembered.
He had heard Pavela von Schwartz mention it at a White Dove meeting.
She had a new mecha.
Designed specifically for her by Dr. Yana Lovelace.
Very powerful.
But what he hadn't expected was that this mecha would allow her to use the Return Power while piloting it.
This was utterly unscientific.
Normally, after a Wayfarer connects with a mecha, they cannot mobilize the Return Power.
It's not that they can't use it; it's that they don't have the spare mental energy to control it.
The spinal connection system occupies almost all of the pilot's mental energy.
But now—
Pavela von Schwartz had actually done it.
Not only had she done it,
but she was also using the Path of the Magician, which requires the highest mental energy for fine control.
Those golden light screens weren't just blocking the attacks.
They were also moving, adjusting their angles.
As if countless invisible hands were performing meticulous manipulation.
Precisely intercepting every single vine.
Frederick von Ashford swallowed hard.
"Reinhardt."
He whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Are we—"
"Not going to have to fight?"
Reinhardt stared at the white mecha.
His deep gray eyes flickered with a complex mix of emotions.
Shock, awe, and a hint of relief.
Nevertheless, he took a moment to answer Frederick von Ashford's foolish question.
"Don't talk nonsense."
"We'll just be a burden to her here. We need to find a chance to get that gate open soon. We can't interfere with her here."
On the balcony, the woman had clearly also noticed the golden light screens around the mecha. Her expression ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) shifted from amusement to surprise, then to a certain wariness.
She clenched her fist, and the surrounding vines immediately ceased their attacks, but they did not retreat. Instead, they hovered in the air, like vipers ready to launch a second wave at any moment.
She looked at the white mecha.
At that ring of golden light, at those light screens perfectly intercepting the vines.
"Interesting,"
she said.
Her voice was still soft.
But beneath that softness, something sharper began to emerge.
"The Path of the Magician, Sequence IV."
"To be able to use the Return Power while piloting a mecha, and a Power like the Path of the Magician at that, which requires extremely high mental control."
"You, this so-called Lord of the White Doves, have indeed given me a surprise."
"But, that's as far as it goes!"
She suddenly raised both hands simultaneously.
Palms facing downward.
Then clenched her fists.
And pressed down violently.
BOOM——!!!
The giant moved.
The giant, over ten meters tall and composed of countless plants and building debris, took a step.
The entire garden began to tremble. Each step of the giant caused the ground to cave in, leaving deep footprints.
It charged toward the mecha, swinging its right fist at Her.
It was a fist of indescribable size, composed of countless vines and broken beams, its surface covered in bricks and stones torn from buildings. It looked like some primitive, savage battering ram.
There was no fancy technique—just the purest, most primitive straight punch, crushing everything with sheer mass and speed.
If this punch landed solidly, forget a single mecha; even a real house would probably be leveled instantly.
On the giant's body, the woman narrowed her eyes slightly.
As an experienced high-level Wayfarer, she had also studied the power of the Path of the Magician somewhat.
If controlled properly, these light screens could theoretically block the vines' attacks.
But they absolutely could not withstand the giant's assault. The Path of the Magician's light screens would rapidly deplete the Wayfarer's mental control when subjected to excessive force. Even if the opponent blocked at all costs, they wouldn't last more than a few hits.
So, the best way to break the Path of the Magician was pure power!
