The Full Level Player Is Summoned By The Magical World - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: The Might of Destruction, Like the Arrival of a God

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

There was a sea of fire at the foot of the city walls, and endless screams filled the air. On the city walls, there was silence, as if time had stopped there and the scene was still. All the soldiers were speechless with amazement as they stared at the scene below. They stood motionless, as though their bodies were frozen.

Right now, all they could see was the endless white flames, and their ears were filled with the sound of heart-rending screams. The world had become a living hell. The white tongues of fire were arrogantly consuming the mages and soldiers. No one could escape. As Skadi’s soldiers looked through the transparent protective barrier and saw the white flames that sought to take the enemy’s lives, they understood deeply that on the city walls was earth and below the city walls was hell.

As the endless light swept across the land, the allied army on the ground were engulfed in the white flames as if they had drowned silently in the sea. They saw the Great Archmages of the Temple of Light put on all their defensive artifacts when they felt the endless pressure and fly into the sky with all their might. Their desire to live made them react quickly, but even if they erupted with their magic and tried their best to escape, they could not escape the white flames. Streams of light in the sky disappeared into the white flames.

At this moment, five huge luminous spots suddenly lit up in the distance. They were in the direction of the five Great ArchMages, the most powerful beings in the Azure Continent. One of them disappeared into the horizon like a stream of light. The remaining four balls of light turned into four towering torches in the next moment. The torches were red lights, a sign that the Great Archmages were dead.

Four of the most powerful Great Archmages in the world had died at once, and only one had escaped in a panic. How powerful was this magic? It had instantly killed four of the strongest Great Archmages in the world! In the present world, in the entire history of the Azure Continent, no mage had been able to kill four Great Archmages in one blow. Could it be that the respected Klent had really summoned the strongest person from another world?

“But… but these were Great Archmages!” said a voice from above the silent walls.

A Great Archmage was a powerhouse who could destroy a country by himself! At this moment, five words appeared in the minds of the soldiers on the city wall at the same time—‘But these were Great Archmages!’ One Great Archmage was a being that could drastically change a country’s political situation, not to mention there were five of them. This was definitely a hopeless situation for the enemy.

The soldiers looked at the overwhelming white flames under the city walls. At this moment, a sense of relief that they had survived filled everyone’s hearts. Today, this young man had saved all of their lives from the god of death! This divine magic was something that no one had ever seen or heard of before.

Everyone’s gazes turned to Mo Fan, who was still floating in midair under the array. He was like a god that had descended upon them. The light of a savior enveloped him. It was not that they had never seen magic that could instantly take a person’s life, but they had never seen magic with such a wide attack range and such deep power.

Most spells followed a pattern and mages had a limited amount of magic. When the power of an attack was great, the range tended to be small.

However, the magic of the young man in front of them was beyond their ordinary understanding. This magic directly enveloped an army of hundreds of thousands and left these legions defenseless. Such a magical attack was at least 10 times stronger than the most powerful forbidden spell of razing cities. It was even more outrageous that a forbidden spell actually burned four of the other party’s Great Archmages to death, and the remaining one fled without resistance.

In the past, if one heard that, one would probably laugh and think that this must have been made up by a minstrel. There was no credibility at all. To everyone’s knowledge, the Great Archmage was the top being in the world. No one could harm the strongest among the strong, let alone kill them. Even a Saint-Realm warrior could only pose a slight threat to the Great Archmage and be more arrogant. But the Great Archmage could withstand a forbidden spell with his powerful magic barrier.

The soldiers on the city walls really couldn’t understand what kind of magic it was that caused the flames to spread for thousands of miles. Everywhere they looked was purgatory. The knight closest to Mo Fan looked at him in shock and said, “I’ve heard that the flames used by the church to punish heretics are white.”

The surroundings shook, and their eyes were filled with the same shock. “How is this possible!”

Only high-level mages could release the white Sacred Flame in the church. Legend had it that this was the divine power of the God of Light. In order to punish the guilty, he had given this power to the mages who served the gods. But even so, the Sacred Flame could not be released by just one high-level mage. It had to be done with the help of the mysterious ritual of the church. Moreover, the Sacred Flame released each time was only a fraction.

Usually, it would take more than half a day for the church to burn the heretics to death with holy flames, but now, in the blink of an eye, the world was covered in a sea of fire, and hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives. This was nothing more than the power of a heavenly god personally descending to punish them! A knight in white armor wielding a golden sword looked down the city walls at the dissipating streams of light in the white flames, and his fanatical eyes gradually regained clarity.

“But,” he said slowly, “the legend says that the Sacred Flame was a divine object sent down by the gods to aid his Covenant in punishing heretics. But the ones burning now are the allied armies themselves!”

“Now, but it didn’t burn us at all!”

There was a murmur of agreement. “That’s right. Isn’t the Sacred Flame supposed to burn the pagans? Why is it burning the God of Light’s own followers? Is their God of Light blind?”

When someone heard this, he couldn’t help but laugh and say happily, “What if? It’s not impossible!”

Many soldiers were puzzled by this and asked the commander beside them curiously, “Sir, why is that so?”

“This is the real Sacred Flame!”

“Commander, do you know why?”

Everyone was asking questions at once. The legion commander standing in front of the wall was exhausted. He had been holding on with sheer willpower. Now that the checkpoint was out of danger, he relaxed with a sigh. His heavy armor collided with the wall and slowly slid down.