All Chapters of Swordbound Chronicles: Chapter 611
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Last Magus - Part Three.
Then Suma Fen continued, "And I know for sure one more thing. The use of the Specific Element is that it cannot be performed repeatedly at the same time. It needs a pause to gather magic energy from heaven and earth for him before it can perform the teleportation miracle again," Suma Fen's voice sounded disdainful.Xing Tian's face turned ugly. "What do you mean?" he asked nervously, as his opponent, a young man, knew the secret of his Specific Element power."I will eliminate you both," the young man said firmly, "before your Specific Element is filled with all its energy and teleports you both away with teleportation magic!"Suma Fen's body launched, accompanied by a tornado of wind. A cloud of black smoke followed beside him. The two figures darted quickly, locking their direction onto Xing Tian and Odin.Xing Tian was surprised. He looked panicked-a contrived appearance. Odin hadn't fully recovered back then because Xing Tian was still transferring magic energy to his berserker se
The Night After the Rain - Part One.
The sun was now shining with increasing intensity. The sky looked blue with a few white clouds that seemed to move quickly in the wind, so the air temperature in the Endless Desert did not feel too hot. This situation made the spectators of the Holy War in the Endless Desert even more at home to watch the Dragon Relic present itself to the victorious Magus of this season's holy war.On the stage of the magnificent maze arena...Nevertary seemed to be fading a little. In a soft voice, he said, "Our contract has been completed. Allow this heroic spirit to excuse herself. My spirit grows weaker the longer it lingers in your world, Master." The smile rarely seen on her face was displayed on her thinly curved lips this time, giving that tiny face a sense of warmth.Suma Fen felt his heart sink a little. He realized the time had come to end his contract with the heroic assassin spirit. The war was over. "I can't give you anything. However, as an expression of my gratitude, will you accept t
The Night After the Rain - Part Two.
Excited voices could be heard in the audience as they watched the victor of the Holy War disappear from the arena. They felt disappointed with the Magus, who left without saying goodbye, while many wanted to talk to him, greet him, offer cooperation, or even invite him to join their Holy Organization.Amidst the crowd's noise, the magicians who soon dispersed and returned to their countries - North, South, West, and East, many witches and Artifact and Relic hunters quietly disappeared. Their predictable modus operandi was to hunt down the winner of the Holy War in the hope of obtaining the sacred objects stored in the young boy's storage ring.+++The West Bank city, glittering with sparkling lights and brimming with modernity, began to fade and quieten as midnight approached. At that time, the atmosphere was still filled with autumn air, and the cool breeze from the north blew in with a bone-chilling chill.Coupled with the rain that had just fallen earlier, the city's streets quickl
The Night After the Rain - Part Three.
"Are you talking to me?" asked the young man as he continued to chew on the sizeable steamed bun that was still hot and emitting smoke.Still blindfolded, the woman said, "Only two of us are in this steam bun tent. So, the question must have been intended for you."Surprised, the young man said, "Oh... But I don't understand the meaning of your question," he replied briefly.Although the woman's eyes were closed, her forehead showed a slight movement, puckering as a sign that she was dissatisfied with the young man's answer."Magic...! However, I can smell the scent of magic on your body," the woman paused momentarily. She put a magic spell into her voice, trying to penetrate the young man's mind. "Failed! He's strong enough!" the old woman thought."Are you carrying any valuable objects that the Magi are looking for? For example, a specific element? " Now, the woman opened her eyes and looked at the young man sharply.Silence again, even more tense now! The cold air suddenly turned a
Other Guests – Part One.
The old woman seemed to have grasped her staff with full force. The staff she normally used for walking seemed to float above the rain puddles—it was evident that she had prepared for a battle.The golden-haired man, meanwhile, also quietly began to finger the handle of the golden-coloured bow in his hand.Just as the atmosphere of war was beginning to set in, a sudden sound broke the tension. It came from the street, which was full of puddles from the rain."Steamed bun vendor uncle... Are you the famous steamed bun vendor? Ah... I hope I will arrive on time and stay in your steam bun. That is so famous all over the city."Suddenly, the aura of battle that had begun to be felt in the area of the Calico tent tavern subsided quickly. Still, with vigilant gazes, everyone inside the tent stared in the direction from which the sound had come.Standing in front of everyone was a man with a posture that was somewhere between tall and short, reasonably proportionate. His appearance did not r
Other Guests – Part Two.
However, the shocking scene did not stop there. With a swift and decisive movement, the Dark Elf extended his left hand forward, forming a palm strike that carried a deadly chill. A low rumbling sound rang out, "Wush!" as if signalling impending death."Die!" the Dark Elf exclaimed in a cold and emotionless voice. His palm then took out a long ice crystal, equivalent to the female Magus' staff. However, the ice crystal in the Dark Elf's hand was tapered, resembling a sword that glittered under the light of the lantern."Brrrt!" a sharp scraping sound rang out.The sleeve of the female Magus' robe was torn by the slice of the Dark Elf's crystal sword.Meanwhile, the female Magus deftly leapt backwards, rolling in circles into the sky. With beautiful movements, she floated in the air as if dancing among the stars. One breath later, she had gained control of herself and was hovering in the air, staring at the tavern. Its gaze locked onto the Dark Elf with a decisive killing air, as if it
Curses Used for the First Time.
The Fey only chuckled briefly.He said, "I don't care. As long as you give me the Noble Phantasm and the Relicui you won in the Endless Desert, I will not leave this mortal world city."Suma Fen snorted, and then he said... "You really don't know shame. All I know is that the Fey race is generous and not greedy. Yet I see you as different from the average Fey. Greedy!" said Suma Fen sarcastically.Meanwhile, not long after he spoke with the dark-haired Fey, the female Magus and the Dark Elf were seen to have been beside that Fey.He said sarcastically. "I see that two witches of two races have ended their battle. I wonder... What was the deal between the two of you that you suddenly got along and now look like you're going to turn around and attack me?""Hand over the Dragon Relic to me!" the Dark Elf snapped in his deep voice."If you hand over the Eye of the Queen - Noble Phantasm, I will spare your soul!" The female Magus pointed at Suma Fen with her wand.Hearing that the other tw
Spy Activities - Part One.
Suma Fen glanced lightly at the crowd watching the witch battle that night. He knew that the existence of the witches and Magi had been revealed after they had openly fought magically earlier.But he also realized that there were clearly many witches among the crowd mingling with the commoners. His eyes then swept and gazed coldly at the night sky—in the third and fourth layers—and saw the presence of many Afrit and Marid, spirit beings who were subordinate to the witches.Such ethereal spirit beings were the errands of their witch masters to spy on the battle, then would take advantage for personal gain.With a glare like a tiger and a voice full of menace, he said,"I will not tolerate and have mercy on any of the Magi who try to seize the Relicui gift in my hands.You should all respect the decision of the Holy War and not be greedy to snatch the dragon relic from my hands.”“As the victor of this century's Holy War, I reiterate. Death is the reward you will receive for whoever sti
Spy Activities – Part Two.
"Useless creatures!" snorted the Taoist coldly. He quickly dispelled all the arrows with one hand.It's true. It doesn't detract from his appearance despite the disadvantage of only having one arm. His face looked radiant - full of energy and handsome. The one-armed man lightly waved his right hand, and hundreds of arrows shot at him fell to the ground."He's a Saint realm practitioner," shouted the soldiers in the eastern region of the Cursed Desert.The one-armed young priest made a circular motion in the air after he counted and estimated the number of troops from this direction of the Eastern Desert, intending to turn north.Just as this one-armed man turned his body around and was about to return to the northern defense fortress, suddenly, a figure leaped into the air.Suit!That figure was an officer wearing special officer's armor. He whistled in a booming voice, and one sharp sword made a straight stabbing motion toward the one-armed man.The sound of the sword squeaking was h
Spy Activities - Part Three.
The youngsters, the core disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect, rushed—scattering to pick up that Great Ying Imperial Alliance Sect Vice Master. Peng Fai was so upset upon returning from that trip. The spying he had just done made Peng Fa discover a shocking reality.He had no idea that the Eastern Empire was so serious about attacking their northern territories. During his spying activities earlier, he recorded in his memory the number of 25,000 troops of the imperial army brought from the Far East, specially brought in to destroy them.He was also horrified when he saw the giant rock-throwing destroyers and giant dart machines - about twenty brought over from the East.+++"We must prepare to leave this stronghold. We'll all die needlessly if we survive with this small number. In my spying activities, I calculated that there were approximately 25,000 of the Eastern Empire's soldiers and their destructive machines. That terrifying number does not include the number of practitioners from