Chapter 221: Chapter221-Instant Kill of Archbishop Taylor
“So, that’s Leslie. I didn’t expect such a stunning beauty to exist beyond Middle Earth. No wonder Owen was enraged for her.”
As people across various regions watched the projections appearing in public squares, discussions erupted.
Many of the men, upon seeing Leslie, were captivated, their faces flashing with admiration.
Her golden hair, cold yet resolute eyes, and the icy aura surrounding her made her appear like a goddess of ice and snow. Just one glance was enough to draw them in, almost making them lose themselves.
Though Middle Earth had no shortage of beautiful women, none seemed to match Leslie’s majestic presence.
Many men couldn’t help but cast envious glances at Owen, jealousy creeping into their hearts.
Meanwhile, in Aiden Castle, a seductive woman with ram horns, wings on her back, and a long black tail gazed at the projection. When she saw Leslie, a flash of instinctive hostility crossed her eyes.
Whether it was Leslie’s beauty or the unique aura she exuded, the woman felt uncomfortable, as though she had met a rival.
It bothered her.
She then turned her gaze toward Owen, her eyes lighting up.
She had already researched Owen and had seen images of him before, but now, seeing him in person, there was something captivating about his strong, confident profile.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her ivory-white legs pressed together, rubbing lightly, as occasional soft, breathy sighs escaped her lips.
“Such an exceptional man, yet he’s already claimed by that little girl. What a pity. Still, I do love a man who’s already taken…”
Her voice carried a teasing tone, though her curiosity about Leslie’s current performance grew.
After all, Leslie had just barely entered master-tier, while Archbishop Taylor had reached grandmaster-tier many years ago.
The gap between their tiers was vast. If Leslie were to die at Taylor’s hands, it would remove an obstacle for her.
But she was more interested in seeing Leslie win. After all, a genius capable of crossing tiers was far more intriguing to her.
At the same time, as the projections spread across the continent and Middle Earth, all the major factions were watching the battle unfold, their curiosity about Leslie—and especially Owen—growing.
Under their gazes, Leslie had already closed in on Taylor, a streak of cold light slicing through the void.
The icy aura surrounding her surged toward Taylor, enveloping him. A thin layer of frost formed on his body, as if binding him in a suit of frozen armor, pinning him in place.
The bone-chilling cold, like countless tiny insects, burrowed deep into Taylor’s bones, sending waves of pain through his body.
He spasmed uncontrollably, his face twisted in agony, and a flicker of fear crossed his mind.
Their battle hadn’t gone on for long, but Leslie’s power had increased dramatically compared to before. Even he was being affected.
“Just a defeated opponent. Do you really think breaking through to master-tier means you can challenge me?”
Taylor sneered coldly, the magic patterns on his body writhing like tentacles, scattering the ice and thrusting toward Leslie.
Swish, swish, swish!
The sound of breaking air echoed as the black tentacles, like giant serpents, whipped through the void, leaving black cracks behind, groaning like shattered glass on the verge of collapse.
The tentacles lashed out, but Leslie didn’t flinch. A bright silver light surged from her, smashing into the nearest tentacle.
The silver light expanded, instantly shredding the tentacle into a thick black liquid that splattered everywhere, corroding the void with a sharp sizzling sound.
As the silver light faded, it transformed into a long spear in Leslie’s hand.
The spear shot forward like a silver dragon, a gleam of cold light at its tip as it cut through the mass of tentacles.
The tentacles disintegrated under the assault of the spear, and Taylor’s heart sank.
His mana faltered, and just as he was about to retaliate, the silver spear, surrounded by wind and snow, rapidly enlarged in his vision.
The lethal intent emanating from the spear made Taylor’s mind waver, as though he had been transported to a vast Arctic tundra, where the world was blanketed in snow, cold and pure.
Not good!
His wavering mind, influenced by Leslie’s strike, filled him with an overwhelming sense of death.
He tried to escape the strange illusion, but he was powerless to do so.
All he could do was instinctively focus all his mana onto the magic patterns on his skin, causing his body to expand, transforming him into a giant black bear.
Dark Magic: Swamp Shaping! Bear of Darkness!
This was Taylor’s most powerful dark magic, offering the highest defense. He became a magical beast of immense strength, impervious to blades or magic.
Boom!
At that moment, Leslie’s spear struck Taylor’s chest, piercing deep into him.
Although black, swamp-like ooze oozed from the bear’s body, attempting to corrode the spear, the weapon was infused with the Order of Ice and remnants of Owen’s Order of Life.
The corrosive force, though formidable, could not affect the spear at all.
A moment later, a sound like something being pierced rang out, drawing everyone’s eyes toward Taylor.
They saw that Taylor’s chest had been impaled by Leslie’s spear. Blood gushed from the wound, staining his chest and the ground behind him as the stench of blood filled the air.
Leslie’s strike had grievously injured Taylor.
“How is this possible? Archbishop Taylor is a grandmaster-tier mage, yet he’s been severely wounded in just one move?”
Countless spectators were stunned by the scene.
Taylor, a grandmaster-tier mage and close confidant of the Pyrothrone King, was renowned across Middle Earth.
Yet here he was, utterly defeated.
“Leslie’s only a master-tier mage. How could her power be so overwhelming? Taylor’s most famous techniques couldn’t even stop her…”
People murmured in disbelief, their faces filled with astonishment and shock.
Even Pyrothrone King himself could hardly believe what he was seeing. It was one thing for Owen to be so powerful, but now Leslie too?
The gap of an entire tier had been completely ignored, as if Leslie was the true grandmaster-tier mage and Taylor the mere master-tier.
After a brief moment of shock, Pyrothrone King was about to order someone to rescue Taylor. But just as he opened his mouth, Leslie’s spear suddenly trembled and tore Taylor’s body apart.
Blood exploded like rain, splattering across the ground.
The spectators, who had already been stunned by what they had witnessed, now looked at the cold-faced Leslie with chills running down their spines.
Taylor had been one of the most well-known figures in Pyrothrone Kingdom.
Not only had Leslie defeated him, but she had killed him in front of everyone, showing no regard for the Pyrothrone King’s authority.
“Fuck you!”
The Pyrothrone King’s voice, filled with fury, erupted. Intense heat surged around him as if he were a volcano about to erupt. He struck out with his palm toward Leslie, intent on killing her.
“Back off!”
Seeing the Pyrothrone King suddenly attack, Owen’s eyes blazed with murderous intent. A thick bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, rushing toward the Pyrothrone King’s hand.
Boom!
The massive palm collided with Owen’s lightning, causing a blinding flash of light. The two forces entangled briefly before vanishing, canceling each other out.
The sudden attack from the Pyrothrone King left the onlookers dumbfounded. They hadn’t expected him, as an emperor, to stoop so low as to attack Leslie in such a sneaky manner.
What surprised them even more was how swiftly Owen intervened, effortlessly neutralizing the god-tier mage’s strike.
“Pyrothrone King, your opponent is me!”
Owen stared coldly at Pyrothrone King, his aura surging as three powerful Orders radiated from him like three suns, causing the very air to tremble.
As Owen’s aura spread, everyone present felt the world rumbling, and an inexplicable sense of oppression weighed heavily on their hearts.
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