Sorcerer’s Handbook

Chapter 244: Slain Twice by the Vibration Sword

Boom!

The Star Shepherd slammed into the wall, like a doll thrown against it. Yet Ashe and the others were relentless, their car speeding wildly, the Evil Blade savagely tearing at the Star Shepherd’s body armor. Forced against the wall, the Star Shepherd was pushed along for over ten meters, his deep blue armor scraped down to a pale hue!

He was like a dirty shirt on a washboard, his Star Archer armor scrubbed to bursting by the brutal force of the steel beast!

Yet, the Star Shepherd’s expression remained unchanged. His left hand, holding the great bow, flicked, and the bow shrank into a compact short bow. Bracing his feet against the wall, he frantically searched for footholds, his fingers drawing a blue-glowing short arrow against the bowstring, firing wildly at the car’s hood!

Like a torrential pear blossom rain, the dense barrage of arrows steadily drained the sports car’s vitality. Demilo, ignoring his own peril, allowed his armor to shatter rapidly to keep up his assault on the steel monster!

Watching the sports car’s health plummet, Ashe, hidden beneath the seat, said, “The car’s about to blow, we must go all in. Just like the plan, Witch, keep control, I’ll handle the rear attack, Swordswoman… it’s all on you.”

“Then watch closely,” Sonya gripped the hilt tightly, “Sharpening for a Decade” had been silently activated—a spirit she’d spent a fortune on for such a moment when an Observer chose to court death.

The Blade glowed with an Edge Glow, indicating that every Slash from Sonya in the next minute would have miraculous cutting force!

Now, with only one opponent left, the Red-haired Swordswoman, who thrived on bullying the weak and feared the strong, was fearlessly focused. She concentrated all her senses, waiting for her teammates to create the perfect opportunity for her to strike.

Suddenly, the sports car swerved and smashed as if trying to embed itself in the wall, as though it wanted to cram the engine in too, brutally slamming Demilo against the wall!

The Star Shepherd was now pressed into the wall, unable to move, almost leaving an imprint of his figure. His armor had lightened considerably, but it still protected his whole body, not affecting his archery!

“Die!”

Witch leapt from the car and stood her ground, her hands pulling taut the water threads around Star Shepherd’s waist. Despite the car’s Evil Blade and the water threads’ strength, capable of shattering gold and cleaving jade, they emitted a strained groan but failed to fully tear the Star Shepherd apart!

Instead, Witch found herself away from the safety of the car, fully exposed to Demilo’s line of sight.

He coldly shifted his focus to the Female Sorcerer, his bow now aimed at a new target—

Zing!

With a resonant ring of Sword Light, a streak shot towards Demilo’s eyes. The flight path of the Sword Light lingered in the air like heavy ink strokes, as if recoloring the world itself!

Miracle Sword Art!

Though it was called a Miracle, it was merely a simple combination of Heart Sword and Sword Scar, without much mystery. In Swordswoman’s words, it was like a ‘miracle’ stew made from unwashed mushrooms and unbutchered live chicken—a patent application for it would surely get one chased out by staff wielding clubs.

Even with such a rudimentary combination, it was only thanks to the sharing of Swordsmanship within the Faction Realm that Ashe could barely apply both spirits to Combat. There was significant room for improvement in arcane energy consumption, Fusion, and destructive efficiency—or rather, no room left for regression.

If a theoretical Sword Art should possess the might of a fighter jet, then the current Sword Art was more akin to a pilot attacking with a slingshot while flying the plane.

Nevertheless, if it was just to disrupt the enemy, Sword Art was sufficient for the task!

Because his vision was hindered by the trails of Sword Light, Demilo had to tilt his head slightly. As for the destructive power of the Sword Light, it was less than that of the threads and not worth his concern.

However, Ashe’s arrival caused Demilo to shift his target once again. Compared to the Female Sorcerer, this man was the highest priority target for Demilo, and nothing would change the trajectory of his arrows now.

Tap!

A figure dashed from the car, Swordswoman brandishing her blade toward Demilo!

Though only a single layer of armor remained on him, Demilo had never cared for his own life or death and was similarly indifferent to this imminent fatal blow.

He drew his short bow to its maximum potential, his pupils fixed only on the figure of Ashe—

—But out of the corner of his eye, Demilo caught a glimpse of a crimson Sword Qi Vibration from Sonya’s blade.

Vibration…

Vibration Sword?

The fragmented Soul trembled lightly, and memories buried deep stirred once again.

The heroic soul, which had never wavered in Battle, as relentless and steady as a war machine, had finally made a mistake.

This was the first mistake since he had opened his eyes on the Time Continent.

An instant of hesitation cost Demilo his last chance to counter. The Evil Light Slash fell like a guillotine, not only shattering the last layer of armor but also severing his hands.

Without his hands, Demilo could not strike back, and he was also pinned against the wall by the car, unable to move. Watching the red-haired Female Sorcerer’s Blade emit a strange yet familiar Sword Light of the Vibration Sword, it seemed as though those cold memories were also warming up.

I, Demilo, was actually…

Killed by the Vibration Sword twice.

Boom!

Sonya’s second Evil Light Slash completely decapitated Demilo’s head, with the Sword Light even cutting six inches into the wall before dissipating!

The headless heroic soul collapsed onto the car’s hood, fading away into little specks of light.

Sonya gripped her longsword, standing on the hood, while Ashe hid behind the car’s rear, and Deya held her breath.

Several seconds later, Ashe stepped out and said softly, “Is it over?”

“It should be… over.”

The Red-haired Swordswoman jumped down from the car’s hood. Although Souls aren’t supposed to feel fatigue, for some reason, she felt a strong desire to sit down. She plopped herself against the car door and slid down as if all her strength had left her.

Ashe, too, ended his lengthy state of calm observation. He didn’t notice anything amiss, but he felt a profound tiredness emanating from deep within his Soul, akin to the weariness one feels after working late into the night, rushing to catch the last subway only to realize that they’ve forgotten their keys, missing the train because they went back for the keys, and then, being too economical to hail a cab, walking several kilometers home.

He walked over to the Swordswoman with a sigh, sitting down beside her against the car door, matching her rhythm in deep breaths.

“Aren’t you going to collect the spoils of war first?” Witch seemed to still be bursting with energy, unconsciously pulling out water threads and scrawling on the wall, making a grating sound. If one could overlook her matted hair color and the quartet of voices in her tone, she appeared quite normal.

Ashe gestured for her to come over, and when Witch approached, he pulled her down to sit, “Let’s rest for a moment.”

“We really did put in a lot of effort this time, so… we should enjoy the peace that comes after victory.”