Chapter 289: Space Magic
Kurtz's final words of advice were like ice water thrown into boiling oil; instead of calming their fighting spirit, they fueled the army's even stronger killing intent.
Spurred on by the officers' taunts and the bounty, these elite soldiers abandoned their last shred of hesitation and charged fearlessly toward the lone figure.
Faced with this overwhelming military force, Kurtz completely suppressed his last shred of reluctance.
He no longer held back.
He gently raised his right hand, and a small magic circle unfolded in his hand, but the magical fluctuations contained within it were almost tangible.
These soldiers had no idea just how strong this young human mage was. Perhaps even Serie and Kurtz themselves didn't know just how powerful they had become.
He was involved in almost all forms of magic in the world, except for time magic.
Was Annalise strong?
Absolutely. Very strong.
Born from the body abandoned by Kurtz, after absorbing and fusing all the corrupting divine power of the Fallen Gods' Land, she had become a terrifying being comparable to the first Demon King Eric.
But that was all there was to it.
Kurtz had many ways to kill her, but he simply couldn't deal with the contamination from her self-destruction after death, so he hadn't made a move yet.
Facing tens of thousands of elite soldiers, Kurtz showed no fear whatsoever.
He gently pressed down on the heavily armored infantry phalanx charging at the forefront. 'Gravity magic.'
The hundreds of heavily armored soldiers at the forefront seemed to be crushed by an invisible mountain in an instant.
At this moment, their steel armor was no longer protection but a deadly burden.
Under the terrifying force of supergravity, the sickening cracking of bones filled the air, and the soldiers screamed in agony as they collapsed to the ground in droves, like ants being crushed, blood gushing from the gaps in their tattered armor.
Even the ground was pressed into a huge dent!
This bizarre and terrifying scene caused the soldiers in the front ranks to stop in shock, staring in horror at the sunken area in front of them.
But this moment of stunned silence was only temporary.
The Empire's elite troops lived up to their reputation, and the follow-up forces quickly reacted. The commanders shouted out new orders at the top of their lungs: "Spread out! Spread out! Prepare the magic-breaking arrows! Get closer to him! He's a mage, and since he can't fly, we just need to keep getting closer to him."
The soldiers quickly dispersed, and dozens of giant crossbows were pushed to the front line from the rear, their thick bolts gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
Kurtz's eyebrows twitched upon hearing the commander's order.
If he hadn't given all his holy swords to Serie for self-defense, he would have taught these soldiers what it meant to be a melee mage sooner or later.
Kurtz glanced at Serie on the other side.
Hundreds of mages already surrounded the other party, and the black mage robes swallowed up her petite figure.
However, judging from the raging magical power and various large-scale spells emanating from them, she did not need his help for the time being.
So Kurtz looked away, or rather, he had no choice but to look away.
Because countless arrows, like locusts, were shooting towards him, blotting out the sky.
Interspersed among them were special enchanted crossbow bolts, the kind that could cause significant damage to defensive magic. Kurtz even noticed that some of these arrows had been enchanted by mages.
In other words, among the dark mass of soldiers in front of them, there were a few mages who were not involved in the operation to annihilate Serie.
The dense attacks covered almost every inch of space around Kurtz.
Kurtz frowned slightly. Taking these crossbow bolts head-on would be a waste of his magic power.
Without hesitation, he unleashed a wide-range magic attack, forcibly creating a vacuum zone. He then used a small-scale spatial teleportation spell, leaving an afterimage behind while his true form appeared dozens of meters away.
BOOM!!
The spot where he had been standing was blasted into a deep crater by the crossbow bolt, and his afterimage was completely shattered.
"Damn it! How can he still use teleportation magic? Lock onto him! Keep firing! Keep Firing. Don't give him a chance to breathe!"
Upon seeing this, the commander immediately ordered the crossbow bolts to be redirected, and soon another volley of arrows was unleashed.
However, this time, Kurtz stood still and did not use teleportation magic to dodge. He unfurled a massive magic circle in his hand, and under the interference of this magic circle, the space around him instantly became displaced and chaotic.
When the arrows entered a ten-meter radius around him, they seemed to hit a twisted wall, colliding with each other and even bouncing back along the same path.
For a moment, screams of agony rang out from within the Imperial army's ranks!
"Spatial magic! It's Spatial magic that can distort ranged attacks!" a mage in the army exclaimed in alarm. "Stop using crossbows!"
The officer reacted quickly: "Spread out! Cavalry, flank from both sides! Spearmen, advance in formation! Wear him down!"
The army quickly changed formation, attempting to use its numerical advantage and multi-angle attacks to wear down Kurtz.
The cavalry charged from the flank, attempting to disrupt his spellcasting, while in front, a square of spearmen marched in orderly formation toward Kurtz.
The cavalrymen were not wielding long spears or similar weapons but rather special short spears designed for throwing, clearly, equipment specifically designed to deal with mages.
"Interesting," Kurtz muttered to himself. Leggett did make considerable preparations to deal with them.
Two magic circles in his hands unfolded simultaneously. With a flick of his left hand toward the array of short spears thrown by the cavalry, an invisible spatial barrier instantly rose up.
The whistling short spears struck it and were all deflected, but that was enough, because these cavalrymen were simply using this to buy time.
Kurtz looked at the cavalryman who had come within ten meters of him and shook his head slightly. "It's useless."
He extended his left hand, fingers spread, and gently clenched it towards the cavalry charging from his flank.
Space begins to compress. The charging cavalrymen were horrified to discover that the space in front of them seemed to have turned into a constantly shrinking box.
The warhorse neighed and crashed into the invisible barrier, the powerful inertia instantly squeezing the knight and the horse together.
The sounds of bones breaking, metal armor twisting and cracking, and screams filled the air. The cavalrymen closest to Kurtz were thus forcibly "kneaded" into a mixture of scrap metal and flesh by him!
But some cavalrymen continued their charge. Kurtz continued to use gravity magic in response.
Under the influence of gravity magic, the charging cavalry and their horses seemed to sink into a swamp, their speed plummeting and their movements becoming incredibly sluggish, turning them into easy targets.
Kurtz unleashed a series of light blades, precisely severing the horses' legs and completely thwarting the knights' first charge.
At the same time, the spear formation in front was already approaching.
Kurtz raised his hand to his shoulder, turned slightly to the side, and struck a very familiar pose.
Then he softly uttered a single word: "Shock."
Buzz—!
Centered on him, an invisible yet incredibly powerful shockwave spread outwards in a spherical shape at breakneck speed.
Wherever the shockwave passed, the earth churned and shattered like waves. The spearmen who were advancing in formation were thrown into the air, armor and all, and their steel spears were snapped in two like straw.
The terrifying shockwave penetrated their bodies, instantly shattering even their internal organs.
The entire frontal formation collapsed in patches, like a wheat field swept by a hurricane.
But the soldiers on the ground surged like a tide, one wave after another.
Taking advantage of their numbers, they surged in from all directions, hurling a dense barrage of spears, with dedicated shield bearers providing cover to prevent the spears from bouncing back.
The soldiers formed a tight formation, gradually reducing Kurtz's room to maneuver.
Although Kurtz still held an absolute advantage, with large numbers of soldiers falling with each wave of his hand, the enemy's tactical coordination and fearless charge slowed down his clearing speed, preventing him from ending the battle as quickly as he had initially planned.
[End of Chapter]
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