Chapter 831: Last Struggle (Three in one)

It was not that the old man didn't want to use a speedier low-level spell, but even a stupid person knew it would be impossible to penetrate that shining armor without a powerful spell.

Johnson was too quick. It dodged every spell from the old man.

The battle had become a chase. Johnson followed it's owner's instructions and never let the old man escape its sight. The old man just could not flash away from Johnson no matter how fast he cast the spell.

Soon, Johnson had followed the old man out of the battlefield. Abel did not care. He had a guarantee from Blue Dragon Emmanuel. The old man could not escape.

Abel's target was those 50 intermediate wizards, and they were shocked to see the spirit guardian knights.

Some of the wizards could recognize a spirit wolf, but they couldn't guess what could have merged with those half-dead beings.

It was the priest's skeleton, and the spirit wolves were summoned by druids. These two things belonged to two totally different worlds.

Any priest could recognize the identity of those spirit guardian knights.

Those wizards did not expect the spirit guardian knights to move in a flash. Some of them were struck, but an intermediate wizard's defense was not something that could be penetrated in one strike.

However, 3 unlucky wizards were hit by the 50 % open wound rate of the spirit guardian knights' iron sword. A long slash was opened from their chest.

The wizards began to flash, and each of them started their attack as well.

Blizzard, fireball, firewall, and nova spells flew around from all directions. The knights kept flashing for close body attacks, but it was not easy to get close to a prepared intermediate wizard. The weakness of those spirit guardian knights were on display.

The spirit guardian knights also didn't have a one-strike, one kill ability. Although their rune word gears were very powerful, it could just open up a wound at most.

At that moment, the spirit guardian knights could just dodge the spells, not attack.

But of course, Abel would not let the spirit guardian knights fight those wizards alone.

White Snow spat out a cloud of ice and engulfed the grounds. 2 intermediate wizards did not react fast enough and got frozen. Although they had their broken ice armor as protection, it still slowed them down.

The result of being slowed down in front of White Snow turned into scattered blocks of ice with a few genial slashes of its claw.

Flying Flame followed. It was more direct. It unleashed its powerful dragon vigor. Although the range was not big, it still sent a shock to many wizards.

Afterward, chains of white fireballs lashed out. All this time, Abel kept his safety first with a move in a flash spell pattern glowing on his left and unleashed a chain of lighting from his right.

The level 22 chain of lightning could strike 9 targets at once. He ignited 2 of them, and 18 intermediate wizards were struck. Flying Flame's fireball, on the other hand, had immediately turned 5 intermediate wizards into ash.

The 18 wizards that were struck by Abel lightning took a big hit, but the scariest part was yet to come. The numbing effect.

Abel did not show any mercy and unleashed another chain of lightning and burned those 18 wizards into black.

In a short while, half of the 50 intermediate wizards from the kingdom were dead, and the others had lost the will to battle.

"Run!" They yelled and scattered frantically in all directions.

Moving in a flash was fast, but Flying Flame's speed was not bad as well. Most importantly, any wizard would pause for a moment when Flying Flame unleashed its dragon vigor.

Pausing in battle could kill you. They were hopeless against Abel and Flying Flame's attack.

The battle ended quickly, but 10 wizards have escaped. Abel did not chase after them.

Instead, he put away his rewards and connected with Johnson through the soul chain, and located its location in his mind.

Flying Flame speeded forward, and Blue Dragon Emmanuel jumped on it's back as well.

"I'm too lazy to fly. The human form is too slow!" Blue dragon Emmanuel said with a laugh.

Flying Flame did not have the guts to say no. It could only keep flying.

Soon, Abel spotted Johnson and the old man fighting in a valley. Maybe the old man thought Johnson's giant body would be limited in a valley, so he chose this terrain.

But he was wrong. Instead, the old man's spell was the one getting limited.

He could not use a lot of direct spell attacks because of the trees.

Abel did not have the chance to join the battle. His wizard core was suppressed once again.

White Snow was too slow, and the spirit guardian knights were put away by Abel. So they couldn't join the fight as well.

Flying Flame did not use its most powerful fireball. Instead, it turned into a beam of black light and grabbed the old man with its sharp claws.

The old man spread out his power of the will, so he could sense Flying Flame coming, but he could not attack. Both his hands were lit up in the move in a flash spell pattern so he could move away quickly.

The dodged Flying Flame's attack and flashed away, but Flying Flame followed.

Abel and Blue dragon Emmanuel watched the fight like spectators. Abel couldn't help but admire the old man's power.

The scariest thing was the rhythm of his spell casting. He could dodge both Flying Flame and Johnson's attack in a flash without being nervous.

It was almost instinctive to him. Flying Flame was one of the fastest things in the world, but the old man could still dodge it.

"Grandmaster Abel, how about this. I will capture emperor Ambrose and let you do anything to him!" The old man said as he kept flashing.

"How will my heart settle if you don't die?" Abel lowered his voice.

"Ok, if you're going to be like this, then I will go to the Duchy of Carmel right now and kill anyone I see. Try to stop me!" A murderous gaze flashed in the old man's eyes as he yelled.

Johnson sped towards him as he yelled. He was distracted, but he was in an instinctive flow of flashing since he thought that was all Johnson could do.

It was also at that moment a white fireball flew towards the old man from Flying Flame. His rhythm had been broken, but he didn't worry too much. He was still at a safe distance with Johnson.

However, lighting suddenly flashed on Johnson's spear, and a strike of lightning shoot out.

They had been fighting for half a day, and Johnson had never used this lightning spear ability. It could only use it 10 times, so it would not use it was not totally confident.

Since the old man was distracted by Abel's words and Flying Flame's fireball, it gave Johnson a chance.

The speed of lightning definitely lived up to its name. In a flash, the old man was struck.

The old man had been the guardian of the kingdom of St Ellis for countless years. His status was equal to that of the grand emperor, so he definitely had quite many treasures on him. Although the level 20 lighting strike was powerful, it was dramatically weakened after 2 passive defense gear flashed on him.

Still, he was numbed. Just when Abel thought he could put an end to this battle, the old man flashed again.

"Bastard, move in a flash scroll!" Abel. It was a great opportunity, and the old man escaped.

"Abel, I will make you regret this. I will wipe Harry Castle flat!" The old man no longer cared about anything-not about the Kingdom of St Ellis or himself. He just wanted Abel to pay.

He had roamed around in the Holy Continent for countless years and never experienced anything like this. He almost just died in the hands of 2 summons. He wanted to head to Harry Castle because his 3 rank 17 wizards were there to support him.

He believed his 3 rank 17 wizards were already in control of Harry Castle. As long as he had Abel's stepfather in his hands, he could easily escape.

He never thought his move in a flash would bring him to hell instead. The energy of humans was limited. Even though they might not catch him for now, he would still get tired after a few days.

He didn't have enough energy to match a young dragon and an iron giant. Once he got tired, he would be killed.

He didn't want to be killed, so heading to Harry Castle would be his safest bet.

"Abel, want me to do something?" Blue Dragon Emmanuel whispered.

"Don't worry. I want him to go to my castle!" Abel whispered back.

They were not in any immediate danger, and the old man said he was going to Harry Castle. In the past, Abel would be worried, but Babala was there.

Abel had been on the back of Flying Flame for hours, and he finally understood what it meant by, only a flashing wizard is a true wizard.

In the past, he killed a flashing wizard, not because of the spell, but because they had not fully mastered it.

Now he fully realized how hard to stop a truly skilled wizard moving in a flash was.

The old man had only been hit once. Both the speed of Flying Flame and the lightning spear of Johnson could not take him down.

His move in a flash was really just a flash. Also, with countless moves in a flash scroll, he always maintained his distance with Abel.

However, Abel did not let the old man drag out the distance. Flying Flame was the fastest thing in the sky, and nothing could stop Johnson on the ground.

The saddest one was white snow. It did not have an extra fast enchantment, so it was far behind. Still, it was connected with Abel through the soul chain, and they knew each other's locations.

The old man was not having a good time. He had not moved this frantically for countless years. The kingdom spoiled him. He almost forgot what it was like to be a wizard back in the days.

His breaths became rapid. Luckily, it did not take much mana to move in a flash. The only thing was that he could not attack.

He soon saw patches of farmland. The number of crops was beyond his imagination, but he did not have time to investigate this fascination.

Harry Castle had gotten Abels warning. Everyone had gone to the dungeon and ignited all the protection circles. They should be safe.

All the wizards had returned to the magic tower, and Tower spirit FLora had ignited its defense as well.

"Abel, I have arrived. Get ready to regret your actions!" The old man laughed frantically and flashed into Harry Castle.

However, his laugh soon came to a halt. His 3 rank 17 wizards were right in front of him, and they were all tightly bound by roots coming out of the ground. They were some of the powerful wizards in the Holy Continent.

"A trap!" The old man thought to himself. He instinctively tried to flash again, but he just couldn't ignite the spell pattern.

"My magic is forbidden?"

He knew about a mana forbidden circle, but any wizard with a brain could sense it.

He quickly discarded this idea, but he also couldn't think of what else it could be. Not being able to use mana was a wizard's nightmare, and he never heard of anything else that could produce this effect besides a magic forbidden circle.

Suddenly tens of roots emerged below him and formed a big web around him.

His power of the will scanned through his portal bag, and a few potions appeared beside his mount. He bit down viciously. Scattered pieces of crystal glass blasted out, and he drank the potions down with the blood on his lips.

But he couldn't care anymore. Those roots appeared too fast. It was his only option.

All of a sudden, his power and strength had increased a few folds. Afterward, a magic knight sword and a magic shield appeared in his hands.

The old man blocked with the magic shield in front of him and put the sword in an attack position like a knight.

Abel began to measure the old man's poses from the sky.

"Abel, is that the guardian you brought back from the ancient times?" Blue dragon Emmanuel asked, looking at the roots from the ground.

He could clearly sense special energy coming from it, and he knew the old man could no longer use his magic looking at his actions.

It was scary. Attribute attacks were the most powerful attacks of any race, but this guardian could counteract all of them.

"It's Babala. It's quite friendly," Abel said with a smile.

Both Blue Dragon Emmanuel and the Old man on the ground could not understand what Abel meant by friendly.

The old man struck his sword towards the roots of Babala. Abel couldn't even make a scratch on those things with his rune word iron sword, let alone the old man.

It was like hitting a rock. The old man felt a sharp pain in his hand, and his magic sword exploded.

Abel reached out with his power of the will. He did not even need to use a spell, and he had grabbed hold of his magic sword.

"Bastard, you used my magic sword to attack me?" Abel recognized a familiar marking on the knight's sword.

That sword was not only made by Abel but was one of the rare ones made of condensed iron. But when he thought about the old man's status, it made sense he would have something like this.

He was just disgusted by the idea of someone using his own weapon to attack him.

The roots on the ground tightly wrapped the old man. He could no longer move other than his eyes. His magic shield was left alone on the ground.

"Babala, good job!" Abel said with a laugh as he jumped down from Flying Flame.

A little root reached out from the ground and rubbed against Abel seemed like it really liked Abel's complement.

Abel did not look at the old man. Instead, he turned to the 3 rank 17 wizards. They looked quite foreign. He had never seen them before.

It was not hard to understand. Most wizards rarely go outside of their magic towers anyway.

"Mr. Wizards, the duchy of Carmel did not wrong you, and the wizard union had stated that elite wizards could not get involved with the business of the common world, but you have tried to kill my family and friends with the kingdom of St Ellis!" Abel's words were very dull, but the atmosphere around him dropped as he spoke.

Threatening another's family was what Abel hated the most. Even during his weak days, he had bombed the wizard circle in the duchy of Keyen because they attacked Harry Castle.

The 3 elite wizards moved their eyes frantically. They wanted to speak, but they were too tightly bound by Babala.

If Abel hadn't commanded babala or it didn't have so many perfect gems for food, those 3 rank 17 elite wizards would have been already sucked dry by Babala.

"Babala, let them speak!" Abel waved his hand.

The root covering the mouth of those wizards let loose, but their body was still tightly locked up.

"The prestigious Grandmaster Abel, please forgive us!" 2 elite wizards spoke immediately.

It was very hard for them to reach where they were. The longer they lived, the more afraid of death they became. The longer Babala kept them alive, the more their desire grew.

They just couldn't talk to plants, so they could not beg for mercy.

Abel had arrived, and the old man was captured as well. They had to beg for mercy. They would do anything to survive. "I was thinking of directly killing all of you, but you guys are one of the few human elites. The human world will lose a lot if all of you die, so..." Abel paused as the 3 elite wizards looked at him with eyes full of yearning.

"So the only way for you to live is to give a part of your soul to me. I will turn you into the guardian wizards for the duchy of Carmel!" Abel followed.

"No, Grandmaster, you can't do this. We can give you enough compensation. You can't do this!" Although they couldn't move, elite wizard Dyna still yelled with all his might.

Abel turned away. Giving out a part of one's soul was an act of full submission. A soul card could be made with the part of the soul, and the owner of that soul card could control their life and death.

Giving out the soul was not an easy decision to make, so Abel gave them some time to decide.

He then turned to the old man with a cold smile on his face. The root on the old man's mouth lifted.

"The prestigious grandmaster Abel, I will give my soul to you. I will do anything on your command!" The old man said immediately as soon as the root lifted.

Abel was a little speechless. He never knew the kingdom of St Ellis had a rank 18 wizard as guardian. Rank 18 wizards were the most powerful wizards in the Holy Continent.

More powerful wizards would not stay in the Holy Continent. They would go to other continents through the super teleportation circle.

Elite wizard Dunn was a rank 18 wizard as well because of Abel's wine. He had returned to the Holy Continent for retirement after fighting in other continents for countless years, so he had the perfect right to stay.

Unlike Wizard Dunn, the old man had hidden his power for all these years for the sole reason of enjoying the luxury of the kingdom.

The reason why Abel had given those rank 17 wizards a chance was that it would be a big hit to the elite human fighting power in the Holy Continent.

The old man, on the other hand, was the guardian wizard for the kingdom. He was the royal palace's ancestor, so he was not a part of the Holy Continent's fighting power.

He hid his ability and didn't come out when needed. This had violated the command of the wizard union and had no sense of morality. Abel didn't want a wizard like this to live.

"I don't like you. I also want the Holy Continent to know the duchy of Carmel's power!" Abel gazed into the yearning yet hidden with hatred in the eyes of the old man and lowered his voice.

"Grandmaster, please let me live. I will do anything for you. I can bring emperor Ambrose to you. Please!" The old man yelled with tears pouring out of his eyes. If the hatred in his heart was not so overwhelming, his acting would have been perfect.

He could sense Babala pressing down. He could no longer hide his hatred, and his hatred only affirmed Abel's decision.

"Babala, I'll give him to you. But don't damage his things!" Abel shook his head and said to Babala.

"Abel, I have an unlimited amount of wealth. If you let me live, I'll give all of them to you!" The old man felt Babala's squeeze as he yelled madly. When he saw that Abel did not even budge, his hatred began to emerge. "Abel, you will regret. The kingdom of St Ellis is not as simple as you think. You will regret thi-...!"

Afterward, his voice faded, Babala had covered his mouth again.

Small roots began to reach out and penetrated his body. Slowly all kinds of energy within him was absorbed into Babala.

Babala was a good kid. It was not picky. Without Abel's command, it would have sucked all of the old man's magic gear dry as well.

Abel let Babala suck the old man dry on the spot to impact the rank 17 wizards. He needed some elite wizards on his side. Although the wizards in the Duchy of Carmel was strong, he didn't have any elite wizards.

Elite wizards were the final support of a kingdom. Since the kingdom of St Ellis was destroyed, taking over their land was inevitable. Those elite wizards would be the best support.

Babala understood Abel's intention as well. The last bit of life faded from the eyes of the old man, and Babala let loose. Gently, all the clothes and gear of the old man were thrown to the ground.

The body of the old man was also thrown to the ground. A white soul beam then shot towards the sky from his forehead.

It was the last bit of dignity of the old man. This soul beam stated that another elite wizard had died in Harry Castle.

4 elite wizards had died in Harry Castle in total. The place where most elite wizards had died in the Holy Continent.