novelraw Chapter 947: Fun?
Chapter 947: Fun?
Chapter 947
"Well, we certainly can’t join in on that," Lyra muttered, squinting into the distance to watch the trio engage the Generals.
From the intensity of the opening exchange, it was abundantly clear that this was an arena where she and the others weren’t welcome.
Knowing their own strengths and inherent limitations, they understood they weren’t fit to participate in such a high-level clash.
Trying to intervene would be pointless; they simply wouldn’t be able to keep up with the fluctuating mana densities, and doing so would only turn them into hindrances for those actually doing the heavy lifting.
"Hey! Watch out!"
A sudden, sharp warning cut through the girl’s thoughts.
She snapped her head to the flank just in time to see a massive red string shooting toward her with deadly, piercing intent.
’Huh?’
Wind whipped around her frame, acting as a reactive thruster that launched her backward an instant before the string collided with the earth where she had stood.
The projectile pierced deep into the soil and dragged forward for several inches, gouging a line through the dirt before vanishing from view as quickly as it had appeared.
Twirling through the air, she waved her hand forward with practiced ease.
A condensed wind gale erupted from her palm, bashing into the face of a charging mage who had tried to sneak up on her during the distraction.
The force of the gale sent his body spiraling backward into the dirt.
Landing gracefully, she looked up to find herself surrounded by more than a hundred men, all of them poised to tear her apart.
She edged forward, her expression shifting as she looked at them with wide, cute puppy-eyes.
She adjusted her posture subtly, her chest protruding just enough to draw every gaze like they were controlled robots.
"You don’t really want to hurt a beautiful girl like me, right?" she pouted, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as the soldiers’ eyes were drawn to her alluring figure.
As quickly as her face had adopted that cute mask, it instantly turned sinister.
The air began to howl around her with terrifying intensity.
From the very atmosphere, dozens upon dozens of wind swords manifested with blazing speed.
They ripped through the heads of the front-line men within mere moments, causing them to drop dead in the blink of an eye.
The survivors all took a collective half-step back, struggling to regain their composure and purge the lewd, distracting thoughts from their minds.
It had been a trap.
This was war, a brutal battle where there was no room for such fantasies.
The female standing before them wasn’t a love interest; she was a lethal threat.
An enemy. And there was only one thing to be done with enemies.
"Attack her!"
Ice spears immediately surged toward her with chilling velocity.
The corner of Lyra’s mouth twitched for a fraction of a second.
Then, she blurred forward with a graceful yet explosive burst of speed.
She weaved through the gaps between the incoming ice spears and vaulted into the air.
Wind roared around her form as she clapped her hands together loudly, calling forth a hundred wind arrows that whistled through the sky, closing in on the host.
Unfortunately for her, a thick earth wall surged upward, intercepting the barrage and managing to hold its ground despite the dozens of cracks spider-webbing across its surface.
Still airborne, Lyra flicked her wrist casually.
A massive tornado howled into existence, bashing into the stone wall with the sheer force of a charging bull.
The entire structure crumbled into dust, and the men behind it scattered in all directions like leaves caught in a violent storm.
Her head snapped toward the sky just in time to see a cluster of earth spikes hurtling her way.
The wind wrapped tightly around her form as she performed a tight spin, cutting through the air like a broken arrow launched into the night sky.
"Aerius."
A localized scream erupted from the atmosphere as a massive blast of wind burst outward, scattering the crystalline earth spikes away from her.
Smashing her foot against the air as if it were solid ground, a resounding crash echoed while she bolted downward with a velocity almost akin to lightning.
She sliced through the air fluidly and crashed directly into the midst of a dozen men.
Without missing a beat, twelve wind blades exploded from her person, tearing through limbs and flesh with clinical precision.
Blood sprayed into the air as she smiled at the unfolding destruction, seemingly relishing every single moment of the carnage.
’This is... quite fun.’
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In another sector of the shifting battlefield, Dante stood with chilling composure as more than two hundred men rushed his position.
His robe fluttered calmly in the gale, yet his gaze remained fixed and immovable.
He didn’t waver. He didn’t hesitate.
He remained as firm and unyielding as the very earth he wielded.
When the enemy finally entered his range, he moved at last.
He pointed a single hand ahead and uttered:
"Earth magic; Sink."
The ground beneath the dozen men directly in front of him transformed into treacherous quicksand.
They plunged into the soil as if being dragged downward by invisible hands.
Before they could even blink, only their heads remained visible above the surface, their bodies buried deep within the crushing weight of the earth.
The others who had been charging forward felt their instincts scream, enabling them to leap backward just in time to avoid the same fate.
Closing his open palm, Dante let out a sharp snap of his fingers.
The earth regained its density instantly, and the heads of the men trapped in the soil fell cleanly from their necks, rolling across the ground like discarded balls.
Their bodies remained lost, entombed in the darkness below.
Dread filled the hearts of the survivors as they watched their comrades’ heads tumble across the dirt.
Without a blink, Dante waved his hand, and the ground rumbled with the intensity of a localized earthquake.
Within mere moments, the soil burst open as a massive earth arrow—the size of two missiles joined together—rose into the air beside him.
Snap—!
His fingers clicked together again.
Bang—!
The arrow hurtled forward like a meteor.
Within a heartbeat, the projectile crashed into the ranks of the mages, ripping through and shredding more than fifty of them instantly.
The survivors were quick to react, diving to either side and allowing the arrow to continue its violent momentum until it plowed into the terrain further back, leaving a deep, steaming trench in its wake.
Thick dust wafted into the air from the impact.
The men’s hearts thudded in their chests at the display of raw power.
But instead of focusing on the terrified soldiers, Dante turned his head to scan the wider battlefield, his eyes searching for someone specific.
Soon, he found her—Charlotte.
Turning back to give the remaining men a cold glare, he sighed heavily.
"I need to protect her, so let’s finish this as soon as possible."
Rumble—! Tremble—!