Chapter 66

Amidst the gloom of a desperate battle, they, hailed as the kingdom's strongest guards, might never have imagined the day of their defeat and annihilation.

Struggling to the death to defend their honor, their efforts were in vain, filled with pain and sorrow.

Suddenly losing the light, they were like fish on a chopping board, left to be cut and sliced at will. This was an unfair confrontation.

But, war has never been fair.

Perhaps at this moment, they tasted the bloodshed and chaos inflicted by the rebellious students under the suppression of blood, as if in a cycle of fate.

Horse sounds, human voices, and the sounds of slaughter gradually faded.

"You lost to a sword."

Under the purple moonlight mingled with a hazy, dim light, the black-robed figure looked at him and calmly said, looking at the sword in his hand.

Sapphireland silently bent down and picked up the broken half of the sword.

This sword, over the years, had accompanied him and killed many people. It was not an excellent sword, but it was the most important sword to him. Time had gradually worn away its life, until today, it had completely exhausted its vitality.

It seemed to have returned to that year, when it and its original owner embarked on the same fate.

Behind him, his subordinates had already ended the battle. They had lost, and the cost of losing was death. But he had not killed the leaders of these ambushers.

He no longer wanted to fight, because he had lost the meaning of fighting.

"Do you want to keep me?"

In his perception, the ambushers were forming a包围圈 and slowly closing in. Sapphireland's lips curled into a faint smile.

The black-robed figure said, "You are very confident, or rather, you are very confident in your speed."

Sapphireland replied, "Confidence comes from strength."

The black-robed figure said, "Luck is also part of strength, and you don't seem to have good luck today."

"One's luck cannot stay in one place forever, unless you are willing to use a trapping magic scroll on me. Otherwise, I will not make any more mistakes!" Sapphireland said with a cold laugh.

The black-robed figure shook his head and said, "Every scroll is precious. Even if we have extras, we will not use them on you."

"It seems I am not worth much to you. I pity my superior."

Sapphireland had already guessed the reason for Kainslong's delay. Their strength alone was absolutely not enough to control that man, unless they used a law scroll that exceeded his power.

Each magic scroll had different power, and the higher the level, the fewer the scrolls.

To create a law magic scroll, the effort required was often unimaginable. The process of making a scroll was not simple, and it even involved the life of the maker.

The law scrolls that existed in the world were few, and most were in the hands of the witches.

He couldn't understand what reason could make them willing to pay such a high price. Was it just to eliminate a detachment of the kingdom's guards? He would never believe that.

Suddenly, Sapphireland moved. He didn't want to waste any more time or risk any more accidents. He decided to escape.

His speed was very fast, and his movements were strange, making it hard to predict his direction.

"Want to run? Not so easy!"

The black-robed figure coldly snorted, and a fierce aura burst from his body, making his robe flutter without wind. The strange large knife in his hands, surrounded by increasingly bright inscriptions, emitted a faint white light.

"Raging Burst"

The large knife, fiercely plunged into the ground in front of him, instantly shattered the smooth stone road. The fierce aura generated a hurricane, sending countless stones flying, ruthlessly ravaging the entire land.

The black-robed figure's subordinates, prepared in advance, used the bodies of the guards to shield themselves from the deadly threats.

Sapphireland, holding the scabbard, was caught off guard and had to deflect each flying stone. But even with his fast sword, it was hard to avoid being injured.

The broken stones, accelerated by intense friction, were incredibly sharp, cutting through his armor and skin.

As the aura weakened and the sand and stones stopped dancing, a hazy dust cloud obscured the view.

A good opportunity.

Xialan bent his waist and quickly emerged from a hidden bush. His target was Tilrante, who had been knocked unconscious and pinned under a guard's body.

Since the guards began to evacuate the building, he had followed them like a shadow.

He was looking for an opportunity, a chance to save his target and escape. When the black-robed figure appeared, it seemed like a turning point had arrived.

When the students were being killed, the black-robed figure and his subordinates did not appear.

But his intuition told him that those people had not left.

Sure enough, the mysterious black-robed figure blocked the guards' retreat. He did not hear their conversation and did not dare to release any aura, because the leader of the guards and the black-robed figure were not people he could fight.

Any mistake would mean total failure.

When the black-robed figure released the scroll in his hand, it surprised Xialan. He avoided the blinding white light in time, and the subsequent events left him stunned.

Like Sapphireland, he had not noticed the hidden ambushers.

They seemed to appear out of nowhere, right before their eyes.

The battle between Sapphireland and the black-robed figure captivated his attention. As a swordsman, he couldn't help but compare himself.

Holding his breath, he knew that he was no match for either of them, unless...

Is this the power of a peak high swordsman? He suddenly thought of his agreement with Niniro. Was he about to assassinate such a swordsman?

From the information Niniro provided, the peak high swordsman named Alec was of the same type as him, but his sword was faster and his reactions were more agile.

This was the first time he deeply realized the gap between himself and a peak high swordsman.

The guards' annihilation and the desperate struggle of the trapped beast were clearly not the right choice. The moment the leader of the guards escaped, the black-robed figure's indiscriminate area attack caught Xialan's attention.

The dust cloud obscured everyone's vision, and the opportunity was here.

Xialan had been paying attention to Tilrante's position. Even though he was captivated by the battle between the peak swordsmen, he did not forget his original purpose. So, his eyes kept glancing at Tilrante.

When the black-robed figure released the scroll, the guard escorting Tilrante fell to the ground in pain along with the others. After the ambushers fired a volley of arrows, the guard, hit by several arrows, heavily fell on top of Tilrante.

Pulling the guard off, Xialan saw Tilrante's closed eyes, felt his neck, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was still alive.

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Now available information

①: Witchcraft is a general term. More specific and detailed terms include wizard, mage, witch, and sorceress.

After the era of dominance, the pursuit of laws diverged among the mages.

The wizards represented by the Pale Song are immersed in the knowledge of laws, transcending the mundane world and avoiding the secular. They are the most excellent scholars of this world.

The mages represented by the Tower of Magic are immersed in using laws to pursue the strongest magical power. They are the most powerful group in this world with the ability to destroy and annihilate. Due to the pride of mages, although they are involved in the secular world, powerful mages rarely interfere in secular affairs.

The witches represented by the Forest of Stars are immersed in observing the impact of law changes on the world, recording all changes since the birth of laws. They are the most faithful recorders of this world, and they announce the years every year.

The sorceresses represented by the Rose Covenant are the most mysterious group, possessing both great power and knowledge of laws. They like to hide their identities and wander among people. In the mouths of bards, they are mysterious, beautiful, kind, and evil, but the one thing they have in common is their deep love for their lovers.

Generally, the world refers to anyone who can use magic as a mage.

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