1372 Ambush Part 1 (1/2)

Fycro was able to see himself being shot by the Death Rays, but he was unable to see the outcome. He hesitated and gave up the idea of attacking the metal towers at the edge of the jungle.

The godly item that he had acquired was the Mirror of Fate. If that godly item was unable to calculate the results, then it was to say that there was a possibility that he would have ended up being killed by that mage's spells.

Fycro had already ignited his divine fire and his lifespan was expanded to hundreds of thousands of years, which made him reluctant to take such risks. Once he became able to gain a divine persona, his lifespan would have been expanded to over a million, or even over ten million years.

That potential of acquiring extremely long life made Fycro reluctant to take risks.

The Road of Glory materialized beneath his feet again, leading straight to Raphael's magic tower.

The magic net of the interdimensional space was not manned by a God of Magic Net. If Fycro were to simply rush to his target like that, no one else would have been able to lock onto him. The enchanters held their fire, as Jason had already given the order—if they were unable to lock onto their target, then they were to stand down.

Death Rays were very valuable spells. Every single Death Ray was the fruit of a sorcerer's labor. Once a shot was used, reloading into the magic net would have been needed to be carried out by sorcerers.

Fycro came before Raphael's magic tower and stopped. His calculations were not accurate enough to allow him to go above the mountain. He stopped at the edge of the peak instead.

Fycro was unable to help but praised. That magic tower was a miracle in itself indeed.

”A little modifications and it would make a fine temple!” Fycro was unable to resist checking out the mountain around the magic tower. The size of it meant that it could have indeed be used for building a temple. By the time he became able to create angels, he would have definitely put them to work at that.

”Fycro, don't you think that you have already turned your back on our deal?” Saleen's voice was heard from within the magic tower. Fycro saw Saleen emerge from the magic tower shortly after, looking at him from afar.

Fycro raised the Mirror of Fate and targeted Saleen right away. However, Saleen's silhouette unexpectedly crumbled. Thunder was heard from the Mirror of Fate.

Saleen's laugh was heard throughout the mountain. ”Fycro, are you really in such a hurry to kill me?”

”Sure. I'd rest easy with you dead,” Fycro answered. When he saw Saleen appearing outside the magic tower again, he no longer tried to attack the mage using the Mirror of Fate.

Targeting was required before attacking, but if that illusion was targeted, it would have damaged the Mirror of Fate instead. Despite being a sturdy piece, but there was inadequate will of his own inside the mirror. If the will were all ended up destroyed, then he would have needed a while before he could use the mirror again.

Saleen's skills did cause Fycro a lot of headache.

It was actually easy to destroy Thundering Phantasms—a single swing with a blade would have sufficed. That skill would have been able to do little against low level professionals relying on close quarters combat.

Only those who used mental powers or power of the soul for targeting would have suffered the Thundering Phantasm's retaliation.

The mountain was over 1000 meters in diameter. Both men were several hundred meters away from each other. Even if Fycro wanted to kill Saleen, he lacked close quarters combat measures.

The external fringes of the magic tower was a Pande's Maze, which had been what blocked Fycro's Road of Glory, preventing it from passing.

He never expected to be stopped by the small jungle at the edge of that magic tower.

”Saleen, if you don't want to see the maze destroyed, pull away the defenses and let us have a showdown.” Fycro looked at Saleen from afar. He had already ignited divine fire. A distance of less than 1000 meters was akin to being right in front of his eyes.

”If you want to destroy the maze, by my guess.” Saleen gestured, asking Fycro to make a move. The Pande's Maze was actually something very difficult to break.

Any maze would have had weaknesses. Pande's Maze's weakness was one that everyone knew about. So long as one were to follow certain rules, there would have been no need for answers, as one could have easily walk out of it.

However, the process would have been extremely time-consuming. it could have taken anywhere from three to five months, to up to a decade.

There was no way Fycro would have had that much time to waste. He frowned and said, ”Why did you attack my Oracle Corps, Saleen?”

”Are you referring to the time when you duped me to Highland City, where you intended to steal my Floating City?” Saleen rebutted without hurry. None of them were able to lie with their answers, and lies were pretty meaningless at their current levels.

Fycro did not bother with petty matters like that and answered, ”The contract is voided then. A pity indeed. I really wanted to work with you.”

”Fycro, I thought that there would have been someone genuinely honest in the Holy See. It was rather unexpected to see that you were even more despicable than most.” Saleen's expression was all smiles, but his words were as pointed as he could ahve made them.

”If the art of insult was to be a skill, your level would have frightened me, Saleen.” Fycro jabbed in return.

”If a skill of such level would have proven useless against you, then your level of despicability would have been the antithesis of your status indeed. Or should I say, complementarily to your status instead.” Saleen did not mind to keep delving into how despicable Fycro was.

The mages in the tower were still prepping powerful magic spells and inspecting the magic arrays after all.

Fycro showed up too quickly and the mages in the tower had been unable to get much preparations done.