Throne of Magical Arcana

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Inside the translucent tube was a frozen colorless material that emitted extreme coldness. Even looking at it would make one feel frozen to bones.

As Lucien was casting the spell, the material in the tube started to boil and the tube seemed that it was going to break at any time.

Seeing this, Rudolf II slightly shook his head. He knew what Lucien was going to do, and he also knew the greatest problem with this spell —The chanting time was too long, so long that he could easily break it off.

The pages of the book behind him turned its pages and threw a deceleration spell at Natasha. Meanwhile, Rudolf II flew to the other direction and left the range where Lucien’s spiritual power was locked on.

Rudolf II had seen Lucien cast this spell, Snow Goddess’ Whip, before. He knew what the advantages and disadvantages were.

As a ninth-circle ice and snow spell which could create a temperature extremely close to the absolute zero, the spell itself was perfect when its caster was an archmage. However, if the caster was not yet level nine, the casting would take at least three to four seconds, which was too long to truly imperial a radiant knight or gold knight in a real fight.

Dragging the sword named Fire of Purification, Rudolf II flashed to midair and prepared for the next round of attack. He knew that he should never leave any gaps for Lucien, otherwise as a senior-rank sorcerer, Lucien would seize the chance to cast a series of helping spells on Natasha. Rudolf II was using Danniel’s body, and he knew how much power he could use. When Natasha’s power was strengthened by senior-rank spells, she would have a great chance to defeat Danniel, whose power had only just reached the bottom line of a gold knight — This was why a senior-rank sorcerer could be very threatening.

Also, if the fight went on for too long, when Alterna fully absorbed the pieces of Essence, or when Congus returned, there would be no chance left for Rudolf II.

Rudolf II’s wings flapped, but at this time he noticed that Lucien’s casting had stopped.

He realized that something was wrong when he saw the smile on Lucien’s face. There was a silver coin in Lucien’s right hand, and his body was covered with long, snake-like electric currents, while the space around him was distorted by the magnetic field.

The colorless material in the tube was the same as before. The tube fell down, shining in the darkness of the night.

It was a lie! Lucien was just pretending to be casting!

Rudolf II was furious, for as the “incarnation of the virtues”, he absolutely hated to be deceived.

However, Lucien, at this time, instantly finished casting Lucien’s Electromagnetic Gun since this spell was engraved into his soul. In the next blink, Rudolf II was under the heavy bombardment of the thick electric beam. It was so fast that he had no time to avoid it!

Rudolf II’s face was grim. His wings folded together as a shield, covering his whole body under layers of white feathers.

Bang! The blast was deafening!

The burnt feathers twirled to the ground, revealing the hole in the middle of the wings. Even Rudolf II’s chest was severely battered; his body trembled slightly and he temporarily lost the ability to move.

Yet the power of this sixth-circle spell was still not strong enough and could not cause fatal damage to a gold knight’s body.

However, Rudolf II’s temporary inability to move was all that Lucien needed. Lucien activated the Ice & Snow Medal he was wearing and a freezing ray instantly darted at Rudolf II’s wounded chest.

With the wound as the center, layer of ice immediately froze over Rudolf II’s body, as if a man-shaped ice coffin was specially made for him.

Lucien was planning on casting Resistance Reduction first and then Silent Coffin. However, when they were actually fighting, Lucien found that Danniel’s armor had already been severely damaged by Congus’ Life Ritual and Filthy Rain.

The light of the silver moon lit up the ice coffin. As if the moonlight had a temperature, the ice coffin quickly melted down, together with Danniel’s body and the projection in it.

At this moment, Lucien grabbed the tube of solidified helium with Mage’s Hand. Throwing it up in the air, he started casting again.

This time, the tube broke into pieces while Lucien was halfway through his chanting. The colorless material turned into a dim ray and bitterly whipped on the half-melted coffin following the gesture of Lucien’s right hand.

The ice coffin lit up in blue light. The remanent part of Danniel’s body became an ice statue. Then, the statue melted into raindrops and evaporated.

Suddenly, Natasha crossed the than ten-meter distance with a leap and hacked at the vapor fiercely with Pale Justice.

An illusionary face formed in the vapor and split into pieces under the attack.

Without a body, the projection was the same as a specter. The blade of Pale Justice was its invincible opponent.

“What a tough fight…” Lucien murmured.

When the specter disappeared, Sophia started trembling at a long distance away from the battlefield. Again, she realized how deceitful and unpredictable Lucien was. In her eyes, Lucien was a demon taking the form of a human being!

It took Sophia a while to calm down. She felt lucky that this time she was just observing this remotely.

She wiped off the cold sweat on her forehead and sighed. “A grand-arcanist-to-be, a great musician… He’s much more talented than a demon.

“No wonder even Natasha would fall for him. Brother, there’s no hope for you at all.”

…

Putting aside the sword, Natasha carefully examined herself, both body and soul. The power of Rudolf II was so weird that she had to be extremely cautious.

“Don’t worry too much. He has been severely injured by the strike from Alterna. The projection has lost the power to possess a body or a soul again,” said Lucien to Natasha in a comforting tone. Meanwhile, he also checked himself to make sure that his soul remained intact.

Natasha nodded but still checked again carefully and also asked Camil to do the same. Only after then did she finally smile and said, “it never occurred to me that Alterna is right now in your left hand. Is it affecting your activities somehow?”

Lucien found Natasha’s smile rather meaningful. He lifted one eyebrow and asked, “what activities?”

“Like when you need your left hand…” Natasha pretended to be very serious but then burst out laughing. This made Lucien feel warm in his heart. That they could still discuss gentlemen topics together made him feel that everything was still the same between them after several years.

Natasha then suppressed her emotions and looked around, “this isn’t a perfect place for joking. We gotta go before the Demigod-lich returns.”

“Tell me where the Congress is. I’ll go on my own,” said Lucien.

Natasha lifted an eyebrow and rubbed her chin.

Seeing this, Lucien hurriedly explained. “My Host Star of Destiny is special, plus that I am with Alterna, so Congus can’t find me. If I go with you, it brings danger to both of us.”

Natasha nodded and accepted this reason. She said to Lucien decisively, “to get to the controlled area of the Congress of Magic, you should head east, cross the desert, and then cross an ocean. The continent you’ll arrive in is the one the Congress of Magic is searching through. This area is supposed to belong to the Church, but they haven’t come to the west yet. Take care. Don’t trust the rest of the grand arcanists except your teacher and granny Hathaway.”

“I’ll hit the road right now,” said Lucien. “Here, you keep Pale…”

Natasha cut Lucien off, smiling. “I keep Pale Justice with me? I’d love to. But I prefer to have it next time. Pale Justice should be protecting you right now until you are safe. I’m also heading for the same continent. If I can find granny Hathaway and the Lord of Storm before you do, I’ll ask them to come and find you.”

Natasha did not conceal her liking for Pale Justice, but she also did not hesitate when she handed it to Lucien.

Lucien nodded. When he reached out his hand to take over Pale Justice, a strange feeling suddenly struck him. The mixed colors of black, white and grey covered his body, and the aura of the World of Souls came out. Meanwhile, the silver-white light on his left hand was trying hard to keep the situation under control.

Natasha raised Pale Justice and swung it at Lucien. With a dim flash, the concrete black, white and grey started to collapse and was again controlled by the silver-white.

“What is it?” Asked Natasha concernedly.

Lucien took a while to feel Alterna’s will in his hand, and he sighed. “Alterna’s taking in the pieces, but it’s a hard process. The situation that just happened may happen again from time to time. But generally, Alterna’s still in control, so it’s not a big problem.”

“How long is this going to take?” Natasha frowned. “If this keeps happening, Demigod-lich will definitely be able to find you. He knows you’re heading for the east.”

Lucien took a deep breath and said, “about a week.”

Although a week was long and dangerous, Lucien somehow had this strange feeling — How Alterna fully absorb the mysterious existence in the World of Souls in only a week? Maybe there was something unusual going on.

“That’s… too long. What about this? I’ll go with you, and we can hide in the mountains in the north. It’s easier to hide from the Demigod-lich in the forests.” Natasha suggested seriously. “Aunty Camil will head to the east to seek help from granny Hathaway and the Lord of Storm. I can also use Pale Justice to help you control the conflict between the two powers. Since I’m helping you, I think Alterna should be willing to help me cover up my power and destiny track, right? It’s not going to cost a great deal of Alterna’s power…”

Lucien remained silent for a few seconds and then felt the power in his left hand. Finally, he said,

“Alterna said yes, but I think you should go to the east and let Camil stay with me.”

“This is my business. Camil should not be involved in this. Also, aunty Camil had used up most of her power. Even with the potions, it will take her at least half a day to recover. And Demigod-lich won’t wait for half a day to come here.” After taking a glance at Camil, Natasha said to Lucien in great determination.

Lucien looked around. He knew that the time they had was rather limited, so he didn’t waste his words.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Natasha nodded. She flew to Camil and talked to her for a white. Obviously, they had an argument. Camil’s cold blue eyes stared at Lucien full of anger, but finally, she put aside her weapon and stumbled away.

Natasha and Lucien then used all kinds of methods to remove their traces, and then they headed for the north.

After a while, Francis, who was lying on the ground far away from where they fought, started feeling strength coming back to his body and his broken bones healing. When he finally was able to stand up, Ell’s smiling face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ell’s shattered head and face had recovered. He now looked even more gloomy and mysterious than before.

“You have proved yourself again. We shall leave this place temporarily.”

Francis was shocked that Ell had recovered this fast. But smart as he was, Francis did not ask but lowered his head and said in the great but pretended respect, “I will only follow you, Your Almightiness.”

Ell nodded in satisfaction. He vailed his eyes, blocking the mixture of concrete black, white and grey within.

Then Ell and Francis hurriedly left the city of Husum.