Chapter 502: Chapter 20: The Battle of Yadesi River (4)
In Giant Snake City, they no longer defended but initiated a counterattack.
A Lich flew to the heights, waving a magic wand, guiding a storm of lightning from the skies.
Another Lich tore open space rifts, from which other-dimensional magic beasts’ tentacles reached out, wrapping around anything they could touch.
Black circles appeared on the ground, devouring everything close indiscriminately.
Hellfire bursts, rings of divine restraint, Holy Light Whip lashes, in almost every corner. The light of Blessing descended from the heavens.
All sorts of magic appeared in a bewildering array, from hellish magic to heavenly magic to elemental magic. The Blood Clan Elders could barely cope, constantly on the run.
Hydra, assisted by several Liches, surged forward, its huge tentacles made of corpses becoming its most reliable comrades.
Empowered by the Liches’ Gale Technique and Super Strength Technique, Jones ran wildly along Hydra’s neck, leaping, swinging his sword toward Elder Bartholomew.
With a "clang," Elder Bartholomew’s left hand turned into a black longsword, parrying Jones’s attack in midair.
Their figures paused in the air. Immediately after, Jones reversed his grip and thrust his sword again toward Elder Bartholomew, only to be blocked once more.
*This was a suicidal offensive, both for Jones and the Liches.*
*The Liches were trying to wield powers they hadn’t fully mastered, while Jones had shed all defenses, moving forward alone.*
The Blood Clan Elders scattered, trying to leave this dangerous area. The previously tightly compressed encirclement was suddenly torn apart.
Facing Jones’s ostensibly fierce, yet actually weak and non-threatening attacks, Elder Bartholomew fought while retreating.
"Fight back—! Why don’t you fight back?! Come on!" Jones roared, continuing to rush forward, using flight magic.
Elder Bartholomew remained composed, his face dark as he brushed past Jones. Turning around, he struck Jones’s back armor with his "hand sword," hurling him heavily to the ground.
The dust rose like an exploded flower.
Yet, as the dust settled, Jones stood up again, once more flying into the sky, charging at him.
Beams of Holy Light descended, aiming at Elder Bartholomew, chasing him, but none could truly reach him. After all, the Bloodline Ancestor’s movements were astonishingly fast.
Different kinds of magic raged wildly, each Lich going berserk. The sky was painted red with firelight, resembling an apocalyptic scene.
Elder Adrian and Elder Felix never intervened, hovering quietly at the edge of the battlefield.
Dora still held the flag high, standing on Hydra’s spine.
...
"What were you doing then?" Morca asked Adelle.
Adelle was silent, lifting her head quietly to gaze at the ceiling. After a long while, she said softly, "I cried."
"You cried?" Morca shook his head, "I don’t really understand."
"I didn’t quite understand either, but I did shed tears." Closing her eyes, Adelle said softly, "Jones was fighting for a dream, brandishing his sword at the Eldest Elder... It was something no Blood Clan member dared to think of. But maybe, that’s how life should be."
"You took action?"
"Yes."
"But you never acted personally before."
"Yes, that was an exception." Adelle answered with a smile.
...
Tears fell drop by drop.
Adelle picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground, held it in her hand, and step by step walked forward, heading towards that doomsday-like scene.
Belle watched him in terror.
"Jones—! I’m coming to help you!" Adelle shouted, transforming into a bat, and flew resolutely into the battlefield.
Flames raged around him, lightning roared around him, and the vast tentacles of abyssal monsters brushed past him. Yet, this small bat still glided, rushing to Jones’s side to join the battle.
Tiris watched in a daze.
Isido watched in a daze.
Prince Harries watched in a daze.
Elder Bartholomew had to turn his other hand into a sword too, fending off attacks from both sides simultaneously.
Prince Louis, who lagged behind, looked in horror at his son, watching Adelle repeatedly charge at Elder Bartholomew alongside Jones. Each assault was easily deflected, each time they were knocked down, and each time they rose again...
"I will summon the Outer God—!" Erin shouted, chanting an incantation.
"No—! You’ll destroy this world!" William hurriedly held Erin back.
"Hahaha! Destruction magic is my favorite!" Babuti, controlling the lightning that could tear through everything, rampaged across the battlefield.
Aqua flew mid-air, at a loss for what to do.
"Heavens, I just got out of the soul box, and now I have to go back? Fine, then back I go." Aikleion shook his head helplessly, starting to conjure one large-scale destructive spell after another.
Count Dracula watched in a daze.
Susan watched in a daze.
The entire Blood Clan watched in a daze.
"Let’s go back; there is no point anymore. We will not get what we want." Elder Felix’s voice sounded in Elder Bartholomew’s ear.
Elder Adrian had already turned and left.
The Blood Clan Elders had begun to disperse, leaving the battlefield.