âDonât be silly!â Vinas laughed weakly as she reached out and caressed Aaronâs face.
âSacrificing me, a single person, will allow you to save the entirety of Twilight Zone, whatâs there to hesitate?â
At the present moment, although her lips have gone pale and chapped from the loss of blood, her face remains full of radiance and it hurt Aaron to see her like this.
âNo! Youâre doing this for me! Youâre doing this for me!â
Advancing to the second rank did not ensure that he could match up to Longbottom, but it would at least greatly increase his chances of escape.
Aaron wept, tears flowing down his face uncontrollably.
Vinas laughed, her tone full of gratification âThis impermanent fate! We were destined to be enemies, yet we fell in love⊠with each⊠otherâ
*Bang!* Vinasâ palm fell listlessly.
Shortly after, a strong current of concentration, along with a warm and gentle scent, was injected into Aaronâs consciousness.
Sacred Flame started to revolve quickly, causing Aaronâs aura to rise sharply, and he broke through the bottleneck of a rank 2 Magus.
*Snap! Snap! Snap!*
The three parts of Meteor Sword assembled together, emitting bright silver rays, and from the light, a tall and thin sword shaped like a cross slowly appeared. The aura of a high-level magic artifact, also much closer to the level of becoming a magic weapon, spread out in a powerful manner.
âAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!â
Aaron roared as he lifted the Meteor Sword and he transformed into a long arc as he charged into the midst of the battlefield.
Any magi who obstructed the path, be they from the Twilight zone or from the Dark Elven Empire, all faded into the air under the power of the Meteor Sword.
âWhatâs the matter?â
In the middle of the battlefield, Longbottom stared at the huge incoming arc. With fierce eyes, he stopped toying with Baelin. A fireball aimed right at his head hit him.
*Pew!* The Meteor Sword released a ray of light, accurately targeted at the attack launched by Longbottom.
A great and powerful wave of energy surged forth like raging waves.
Although at this moment Longbottom could still kill Baelin, he would definitely suffer huge amounts of damage.
âRank 2?â Longbottomâs pupils froze. Energy at this level, in addition to a high-level magic artifact designed for offence, was a great threat to him.
As such, Longbottom made a choice. Without moving his body, his quickly moved backwards, layers of grey-green protective shields formed in front of his vision.
âKill!â In the middle was Aaronâs silhouette. At this moment, as he charged forward with the mighty sword, silver threads of spiritual force continued to condense onto the arc, causing the sharpness of this high-level magic artifact to increase exponentially.
*Bang! Bang!* The protective shield set up by Longbottom was torn apart like crisp paper, and the blade of the sword even touched Longbottomâs eyes.
âAre you trying to kill me? With just you alone?â Longbottom had a sinister expression on his face, and the shadow of a spider appeared on his body, with its mouth wide open, clasping directly on the long sword.
Snap!
The sound of a slight explosion rang in the air, following which, the silhouette of two people flew away, retreating.
Longbottom stroked his face, as below his left eye, a stream of blood flowed.
Whereas on the other end, Aaronâs arm produced a bone crunching noise as he quickly retreated to where Baelin was.
âYou⊠are you alright?â Baelin finally expelled the Corrosive spellâs energy left by Longbottom within himself and he stood up.
Although he did not witness the previous scene, he felt that the expression on his friendâs face was not right.
âYour strong armor has been damaged! Use this!â Aaron glanced at Baelin. He then passed the cross-shaped sword in his hand to Baelin. âThe energy it can display in your hands will be much much greater than what it displayed in mineâ
Now was not the time for idle talk, Baelin immediately took over the Meteor Sword, but the deathly stillness in Aaronâs eyes still frightened him.
âThis again! This again! Why is it that everytime I am about to succeed, there will always be more obstructions sprouting up?â On the other side, Longbottom observed this scene with a grim complexion.
âSo what? Having one more rank 2 Magus does not change anything! You will all die here today!â
Longbottom roared. The phantom spider on his back suddenly did something unpredictable.
It ruthlessly widened its mouth and plunged its sharp incisors into Longbottomâs shoulders.
Strings of red which were visible to the naked eye was extracted from Longbottomâs body. And the spider image on his back grew redder and started to expand.
Although Longbottomâs body continued to become thin and weak, leaving only skin and bones, which looked terrifying, the energy in his body was increasing exponentially, as though there was no limit.
âDark Elven Ritual of Life! We cannot let him complete it or he will advance into the peak of rank 2, even though he will have to pay for it with his lifeâŠâ
Aaronâs voice grew hoarse, but he immediately transformed into a silvery arc as he rushed at him.
âOld friend Aru! This time I will not hesitate and be benevolent. Just you wait, I will save you!â
Baelin gripped the Meteor Sword tightly. This melee weapon, when in the hands of a powerful warrior, also let out a deafening screech.
âKill!â Baelin had a face of determination. The eye on his armor opened once again, and a huge restrictive aura suddenly arrived at the site, aimed at Longbottom who was in the center.
âHaha⊠Come! Come!â
Longbottom who had a stick-thin figure laughed wildly, and engaged Aaron and Baelin.
*Bang!* After the ritual of life, not only did his aura increase, it seemed to have experienced a transformation, allowing him to gain a huge boost.
He raised his bony right arm against the Meteor Sword in Baelinâs hands.
*Bang bang!* The two came into contact, letting out a horrifying sound of metal brushing against metal. The Meteor Sword in Baelinâs hand could only cut the skin on Longbottomâs hand, following which it was blocked by Longbottomâs arm which was stronger than steel.
âHuh!â Baelin face was full of shock, he chopped another time, but the long sword that pierced Longbottomâs face was stopped by his teeth clenching hard.
âSacred Flame!â
Aaron pointed at Longbottom, a wave of pure white blaze laced with threads of silver fell, causing the area around Longbottomâs body to burn.
Longbottomâs Magus robe, rings and accessories were all melted in the blazing fire but his body remained intact, just like sturdy metal.
âWhat is happening?â Jumping on this chance, Baelin finally drew out the long sword, standing up with Aaron who had retreated to a corner.
âThe Ritual of Life has begun, and at this point his life does not belong to him, it belongs to the noble Mother of the Abyss. Simply put, the source of his life has been transferred and his body is only a puppet now. Whatever harm we inflict upon his body wonât have any effect.â
Aaronâs face turned serious, with a hint of frantic âBut his ritual of life has not been completed, so the core should still be in the process of transferring, later I will control and mark him, take care of the rest!â
âGot it!â Baelin nodded âHow are you going toâŠâ he could not finish talking before Aaron madly dashed in.
âDie!â Longbottom watched Aaron charge towards him, his eyes full of vengeance and violence.
He abruptly sent out a fist. The black fist collided with Aaronâs chest, letting out a crisp sound.
Snap! Longbottomâs face suddenly changed and he retracted his fist. On his knuckles, a bone had already been pierced through and strands of black solidified blood could be seen.
âWhâŠWhatâs happening? How can an ordinary Bone Piercing Spell take down my defenses!â There was a huge change in Longbottomâs expression, and he seemed to have thoughts of retreating.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
But it was too late, Many silver bone piercings started to come out from Aaronâs body, and his eyes turned white. Surprisingly, he was able to predict Longbottomâs retreat route. After dodging his long range attack, he clung onto Longbottom.
âAh! Ah! Ah!â
Several bone piercings acted like a trap and pierced Longbottom all over, but Aaron grew even worse, blood spurting out of his body.
âHeh heh⊠This is my upgraded version of the Bone Piercing Spell, enjoy!â
Aaronâs face was a mixture of madness and relief as he yelled, âVinas, I am coming!â
âYou lunatic!â Longbottom roared. He pounded on Aaronâs back with his fists, and the great tremors even caused the ground to vibrate.
âQuick! Over there!â Aaron was bleeding from his nose and mouth, he used a sliver of spiritual force to mark out a position.
That was on the flowery pattern on the abdomen area of the spider tattoo on Longbottomâs back. It was now shining with a silver light.
âKill!â
Baelinâs expression was calm as a great silver aura was released, forming silver white flames.
Large amounts of flame gathered on the Meteor Sword, a terrifying energy wave spreading throughout the entire competition venue, causing the surrounding Magi to involuntarily stop what they were doing.
The huge wings behind Baelin rose, carrying him into the skies, causing him to look like a red meteor streaking through the skies.
âDie!â At this moment, Baelin no longer showed signs of hesitation and unwillingness. The long sword ruthlessly pierced through the defense of the spider image, the blade directly cutting through the marked position.
The illusory spider screeched, and its eight legs started to tremble irregularly. Suddenly, it was sent tumbling down. It then turned into black smog and dispersed.
âUgh âŠglugâŠ..â Longbottomâs expression was very weird; he looked as though he wanted to say something but could not, all that could be heard was a constant gurgling noise made within his throat.
The light in his eyes dimmed until they were a dead black.
*Bang!* Longbottomâs corpse fell to the ground and sent a huge patch of dust flying.
âWe⊠succeeded!â
Baelin mumbled to himself, feeling as though he lost a part of himself. He felt empty, as though he had lost something very important to him.
âBe careful, the darkness has not ended!â Both of Aaronâs eyes turned white and he fell to the ground, a pool of blood forming beneath his body.