Combat Maid Harem

Creka's body turned into a giant tornado, and it split into three equally sized tornados.

Aezel furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the three tornadoes alternately. She raised her arm and pointed it to the rightmost one.

Since she couldn't tell which of the tornado contained Creka, she would brute force them and attack each. Lightning mana from the environment gathered around her arm and amplified the power of her spell.

Her hand glowed a golden light, and she shot a powerful bolt of golden lightning towards it.

*BOOM!* *ZAP!*

The golden lightning bolt snaked to the tornado and hit the walls of the tornado. Some of the lightning mana exploded and scattered, filling the tornado with arcs of lightning.

As for the leftover lightning, it shattered inside the powerful winds at the chaotic center of the tornado.

Aezel looked over at the other two tornadoes. Suddenly, each of the two tornadoes shot a burst of powerful wind blades. If it touched her, she would be split in half.

Aezel became serious and dived down. She narrowly avoided the burst of wind blades, but as she thought that she escaped, she felt the wind change behind her.

Aezel pre-emptively dodged, and a dozen wind blades arrived at her previous position. If she didn't dodge, she would have been split into countless halves.

She gulped and looked at the two tornadoes solemnly.

"Are you a coward that only knows to hide in your tornadoes?" Aezel sneered.

"Hahahahaha! I will take all the advantage I can!"

Creka's voice echoed from the two tornadoes. It was as if the two tornadoes contained him.

He was using a sound spell. It was a rare branch of wind magic that only had limited uses. No one used it because it was essentially useless.

But Creka proved all the wind mages wrong at this moment. He used the sound spell and executed it in a manner that confused his enemy. He deserved to be the envoy that the empire sent.

Aezel became worried.

She raised her left arm and pointed it to the leftmost tornado. She would attack it again. If it didn't work, then he would be in the last tornado.

"I'm not letting you do that again!" Creka shouted.

Suddenly, a large funnel of swirling wind appeared above the two tornadoes and pointed at Aezel. In it were tiny sharp glass particles.

"I scattered tiny countless sharp magic glass in that spell!" Creka shouted proudly.

It was a creative use of his magic.

As the mages at the city below watched them fight high above, they became awed by his spells. None of them could've possibly thought of using spells like that.

It highlighted the difference between a kingdom and an empire.

As the empire had a lot of powerful mages, the weaker mages focused their time to increase their strength using other ways. This resulted in a positive feedback that made the mages in the empire stronger and stronger.

Aezel was alarmed. That funnel of wind was at least 500 meters wide, and it rapidly approached her.

She wouldn't be able to dodge it!

…

Let's rewind back a few minutes earlier.

Lawrend and Junova stared at each other solemnly. Meanwhile, the other mages from the empire watched. They were confident in their victory that they didn't even think of attacking them together.

"Old man, do you know that your granddaughter loves my cock?" Lawrend asked with a shameless smirk on his face.

"Y-You bastard!"

Junova fumed in anger. Just as he was focusing himself on attacking him, Lawrend's words agitated him.

"Are you angry? You can attack me!" Lawrend taunted.

Lawrend knew his limitations. He wasn't really a Grand Mage. He was just an Arch Mage that had the power to skip levels.

His endurance was not the same as a real Grand Mage. Besides, Junova had a lot of experience. It was better for him to agitate his mental state.

That way, he won't be able to unleash his full strength.

"As you wish!"

Junova flicked his finger in his anger, and seven flames appeared around him. They revolved around him like planets revolving around a star.

Junova touched his lips with his finger and shushed.

Suddenly, the seven flames formed a star path in front of him.

Lawrend became serious immediately. He doesn't know what will happen next, but he can tell that Junova was about to attack.

"Loea Constellation!" Junova shouted.

Suddenly, Lawrend felt a sense of crisis in his body. A strong power grasped his location and eyed him.

He remembered the feeling he felt when he avoided Verkoli's attack earlier.

Lawrend's body glowed goldenly, and he turned into a lightning bolt. He easily dodged the attack.

At his previous position, the air collapsed and exploded into a bright ball of flaming plasma.

"What kind of an attack is that!?" Lawrend exclaimed.

"Hmph. That was the Undrasil Kingdom's special spell," Junova explained with a snort.

Lawrend raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect him to actually explain it.

"Fuuuu… Hahh…" Lawrend exhaled and inhaled solemnly.

The golden lightning mana rapidly flowed around his body and made him glow like a golden buddha. His staff appeared in his hand, and he pointed it to Junova.

"Levins' Descent!" Lawrend shouted.

This spell of him was as powerful as an Arch Mage at the moment.

A thick arc of golden lightning shot from Lawrend's staff and headed towards Junova.

With his fast reflexes, Junova attempted to dodge it.

But he suddenly realized that there was nowhere for him to go.

The thick arc of lightning split into two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, etc. It covered the whole space in front of Lawrend.

Junova watched in slow motion as the powerful bolts of lightning approached him. He knew that he was done for.

Each of those lightning bolts was as strong as a single Shock Arc spell. With Lawrend's current strength, a Shock Arc spell was as strong as a True Mage's spell.

Would he escape and survive?