Revolution of the 8th Class Mage

Full Scale War (5)

 

 

 

“On whose commission, have you come?”

 

Oliver slowly approached Helene.  He appeared to be serene, but inside the gloves, his hands were already moist with sweat.

 

“I know that you are not someone that will act on own volition.”

 

Finally, the two reached each other within a handshake distance.

 

The differences in their sizes were striking.

 

However, what about the difference in their powers?

 

 

“What will a mere knight, such as you, do?”

 

It was the same Helene’s voice of the old days.  There were no longer any dark spots around the eyes.   The personality has also returned to normalcy.  The only difference was the absolute, blind loyalty to the tower lord, as a result of the much advanced black magic’s influence.

 

“Have you been hit in the head with an arrow?”

 

“What an impossible woman to be talking to.”

 

“Yeah?!”

 

Oliver’s questioning ended there.  From this moment on, everything that he does will go down the ‘history for the first time’.  The first prose of the story will be ‘Oliver dared to launch the initial attack against a high ranking sorcerer’.

 

Chi-Chang!

 

Of course, battling wasn’t an easy path.  Her staff was stronger than steel, her physical strength and reactive speed, in countering the sudden sword attack, were much more advanced than that of a skilled knight.  The power was certainly come from the innate talent, supported by sorcery and mana.

 

Keeanng!  Kkang!  Keeaanng!

 

Helene retreated from Oliver’s continuous, irregular attacks.  Instantly distancing herself from Oliver, she summoned magic immediately.

 

“Pyro-blast.”

 

Six huge, fiery balls of bullets came, flying into Oliver’s direction.  For an ordinary knight, it would have been impossible to dodge such a high level of multi-shooting magic as Helene showed an aura of confidence in her face.

 

“Die well.”

 

However, her wishful thinking wasn’t to be.  Who was Oliver?  He was, after all, the ‘swordsman with the skill to cut thru fire’, which even Ian used to tell was a skill that only exists in mythical stories, in his earnest astonishment.

 

Shook!

 

A gigantic fireball was sliced into two halves and diagonally broke apart.  It was like as if a passage has been opened thru walls of fire that was surrounding Oliver.  Oliver dashed out of the fire through the opening and fiercely reengaged.

 

“Cut, cut thru fire?”

 

It was the sword skill that even Ian was astonished about.  Forgetting what’s happening, Helene murmured.  But, she could not remain in shock for very long.   Strengthened by mana, Oliver’s every bit of muscles, veins and joints created movements that are faster and stronger than many ferocious beasts.

 

“Aaah!”

 

Sorcerer must maintain distance at all times.  Of course it wasn’t an easy task.  Applying a few spells could create the needed distance even when a knight encroaches with all his might.  That was the biggest difference between a sorcerer and a knight.  However, this advantage did not work on Ian at all.

 

Sheekang!  Kiang!  Kang!

 

It was fast.

 

It was very, very fast.

 

He was even more agile than when he sparred with Ian last.  No matter how a sorcerer tried to create the distance, he was already anticipating, be it ten or hundred paces, at every time.