Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 685: Arrow of Nature

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The monochrome was gone, and the sky was still pitch dark. The demons that were seen by the eyes of the Prince of Demons were all grasped by the utmost insanity. They howled like the most ferocious beasts.

The crimson land continued to collapse, and the springing blood was bent into flowing underground rivers. The tentacles from the darkness that brought decadence and corruption were back to life, stretching at Lucien, Malfurion and the altar from all directions.

The gigantic hand with dark scales and disgusting furs snatched at the blurred figurine of Ferragond under the cover of the corrosive, wriggling liquids.

Everything had been recovered from the frozen state created by ‘Advanced Time Stop’.

“Space Staff!”

Right when the gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons was about to reach the figurine, Lucien cast a spell with an unpredictable voice. Ripples of light gathered into a dreamy staff.

As the staff was pointed, vague waves surged out between the gigantic hand and the dark figurine. After only a moment, they turned from next to each other to countless worlds away!

After Lucien advanced into level three of legendary, the power of ‘Space Staff’ was maximized. The fickleness of time and space was not just about the acceleration and deceleration of time and the consolidation of space but also about many delicate applications, like the effect that mimicked ‘God’s Guard’. Of course, for some reasons, The effect of world separation still lacked the transcendental and intangible feelings that God’s Guard and the Shield of Truth had.

The gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons was only one meter away from the dark statue, but it could not press forward anymore. The illusionary waves created many overlapping spaces, making it impossible for the hand to reach the destination without passing the different worlds in between!

Seeing the new situation, Natasha kept slashing at the dark figurine as determinedly as before. The terrifying illusionary gaps seemed to be already cutting everything, shattering and extinguishing the black air that was popping up from the void nonstop.

The baboon head in the sky opened its mouth in exasperation, in which four fangs glimmered.

“Howl!”

The Prince of Demons suddenly cried like a beast!

The word that he cried out seemed to be meaningless, but the most wicked and chaotic air in it boiled the darkness around and manifested different views in the void. The Seething Ocean, the Skeleton Land, the Castle of Hypocrisies, the Swamp of Souls, the Abyssal Stomach, the Dark Forest and all the other evil demiplanes showed up.

A Dark Dialect? Lucien had barely any time to think when his head hummed as if somebody had hit his soul and his skull with a huge hammer brutally. His negative feelings and his bloodthirst surged out. The magic effects that he cast on himself like ‘Mental Barrier’ were broken one after another. The wall of space produced by the Space Staff was contaminated by the darkness, too.

“Abrupt Magic Reverse!”

During the moment when the magic effects offset the howl of the Prince of Demons, Lucien seized the opportunity to chant the spell. A translucent mirror was immediately gathered, vintage and mysterious. It was not as fuzzy as the Mirror of Fate but seemed to be connecting a different world.

Crack, crack, crack. The mirror of reflection that Abrupt Magic Reverse created had deep and creepy cracks. Since Dark Dialect was not a spell that targeted individuals, it was not parried but only weakened, preventing Lucien from falling into a coma.

The Dark Dialect was not the language of abyss or hell but a legendary spell that represented the nature of abyss and hell. Only the Will of Abyss, the Lord of Hell, the Prince of Demons and the master of the first level of hell were capable of it. The Lord of Hell’s ‘Life Deprivation’ was exactly a variation of Dark Dialect.

“Howl!”

When the Prince of Demons let out ‘Dark Dialect’, the silver light that was the integration of Natasha and the Sword of Truth suddenly became heavy and descended, as she had been awed, too. Then, illusionary waves rippled out slowly. It was obvious that her willpower was strong enough for her to use the Shield of Truth!

The worlds between the gigantic hand and the figurine were frozen, no longer vague and unpredictable!

Malfurion was about to perform the body transformation of druids and turn into a terrifying rock giant to destroy the altar, when he suffered the shock brought by ‘Dark Dialect’. As a result, his natural power was disrupted, and his head became dizzy. He could only retreat the green staff with which he trapped the Sovereign of Blood for self-defense.

The twigs and leaves from its flesh gone, the dog head and the human-faced goat head both howled ferociously and echoed with the Prince of Demons.

The fur on the giant hand of the Prince of Demons erected, releasing the intense air of evilness and chaos from the black, corrosive fluids, as it suddenly grabbed the illusionary worlds before it which were frozen like ambers.

Crack, crack, crack. Cracks appeared on those illusionary worlds, spreading out and falling apart.

The giant hand pierced through them and approached Ferragond’s figurine!

Inside the abyss, the Prince of Demons would have extraordinary strength. If it were in its own demiplane, it would be as strong as a demigod, like the pontiff of the North Church after performing ‘God’s Grace’.

However, Lucien was not nervous or terrified, because the Prince of Demons seemed only interested in taking the figurine away and activating the altar. It did not block the space or focus all of its attention on him, Natasha and Malfurion. If they intended to leave, they could leave immediately. Also, even if the Prince of Demons were to attack them with full strength, he was still confident enough to escape when he was on the Scarlet Plain.

From the darkness, long tails emerged and darted at Lucien, their pointy ends brimming with black, negative air. It seemed that they could significantly weaken the enemy like the deteriorating rays or the sword of darkness.

It was the main way of attack for the Prince of Demons!

Crack. After a crisp sound, a tail that was enshrouded in black scales pierced at the mirror of abrupt reverse before Lucien. The mirror was completely broken, but the tail was also blown backwards at the baboon head in the sky.

“Nature’s Wrath!” Malfurion was faced with the Sovereign of Blood who pounced at him.

At this moment, the gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons had already touched Ferragond’s figurine.

“Create a vacuum with ‘Storm Barrier’ first, and then obliterate the figurine as well as the Prince of Demons’ body with ‘Positron Cannon’...” Lucien thought to himself calmly, preparing to give the Prince of Demons a brutal attack before it shifted its attention to himself and Natasha. Even though the attack couldn’t kill the enemy, the enemy wouldn’t be able to achieve its purpose.

Suddenly, the Nature’s Heart on the altar became bright and even more vigorous, blurring the space around and presenting a natural, harmonious world where the birth, growth, exuberance, decline, death and rebirth were manifested!

Then, the world was melted in the air of Nature’s Heart, turning it into a bright green streak of brilliance which shot out of the altar like an arrow.

The altar withered and collapsed, as if all its vitality had been gone.

The arrow of light made by ‘Nature’s Heart’ took off late but arrived early. It hit the dark figurine and the gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons after only one moment.

The dark figurine fell apart, and the illusionary faces of elves, mixed with intense negative emotions, were melted into the bright green light and pierced into the gigantic hand with it!

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

The Prince of Demons cried miserably, and a torrential rain poured down, corrupting and destroying everything.

Green and vigorous branches grew from its palm, and sprouts were also extending from its arm, its baboon head, and its eyes where all kinds of colors were changing.

Therefore, it could not keep the remote presence anymore, and its enormous body completely appeared in the sky.

It was a body that was narrow, long like a snake but as hideous as a mixture of a baboon and a gorilla. The demonic patterns made of scales and furs were full of wickedness and foulness, too. Anyone who was not a legend would’ve suffered irrecoverable craziness as long as they looked at the body!

Faced with such an unexpected change, Malfurion narrowed his eyes quickly:

“Her Majesty?”

He suddenly realized that things were much more complicated than he thought!

Natasha was shocked by Dark Dialect and could barely control herself. Even her battle desire had been replaced by slaughter and other negative thoughts. Thankfully, she was a legitimate knight and an expert who had reached her current stage with her willpower. So, she managed to control her body and resisted the subsequent corruption with the Shield of Truth.

Then, she watched the Prince of Demons be heavily wounded by Nature’s Heart and deprived of mobility.

So, with a fire burning in her heart, the desire for battle and the subconscious reaction melted her with the Sword of Truth again. The silver sword swirled in the sky and chopped the surfacing body of the Prince of Demons indifferently and arrogantly.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

After the flash of the sword, an illusionary and hideous crack appeared, and the Prince of Demons cried miserably again. However, having been corrupted by Nature’s Heart, it could only fight back with the dark fluids on its body without being able to perform Dark Dialect.

Although Natasha was full of battle desire, she was certainly not a reckless warrior. After hitting the target, she immediately descended and directly landed on the heads of the Sovereign of Blood, covering the distance in a blink, before she aimed at the two heads and slashed her sword!

A top legend like the Prince of Demons must have desperate counterattacks!

After slashing her sword, Natasha did not check the result but raised the Sword of Truth.

At this moment, the Prince of Demons’ body that was thousands of meters long loomed in the sky, but it was temporarily restrained by Nature’s Heart and stood there like a target.

“This is such a great pose. I can’t hold myself back anymore...” Lucien certainly wouldn’t let go of such an opportunity. After Natasha’s sword hit the target, he extended his left hand and aimed at the Prince of Demons.

Then, his monocle glittered, as he pointed at the wound caused by the Sword of Truth on the underbelly of the Prince of Demons and announced:

“Eternal Blaze!”

Lucien intended to use ‘Positron Cannon’ at the beginning, but the anomalies of the elvish queen made him drop the idea for now.

Then unimaginable light broke out!

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