CHAPTER 47: TEST - 2

The necromancer who was standing safely on the island nearby suddenly opened his eyes. He was meditating to gather mana when he felt the mana bolt strike his formation.

In panic, he jumped to his feet and gazed at the center of the sea where the fog formation stood.

"That!" He exclaimed as he peered into what was happening inside.

"What is that?" He asked aloud in utter disbelief.

Anyway you look at it, that was a mana bolt. However, the power it exuded went beyond what a mana bolt could have.

"Why?" He asked in desperation.

However, the hundreds of villagers caught in his mind manipulation magic couldn’t possibly answer him. They stared at the necromancer silently as he panicked.

"I need to stop it."

Realising that the fog formation was about to disappear, the necromancer decided to act.

Who, Why, What—these questions could wait.

The most important thing right now was to stabilize the fog formation. Without it, his plan to use his undead to capture the godspawn would go downhill.

Currently, the fog was densely packed around the island and its surroundings. Because of that, his undead slaves could safely move around without using much mana to protect themselves from the sun. But with the loss of fog formation, he would have to spend a lot of mana to keep them above the surface.

The sun was truly a bane for all the undead.

Even if the sky were overcast, the sun rays would burn his mana reserve marginally faster, throwing him into a state of mana exhaustion. This will put him in an unfavorable position if he has to battle some other mage.

Therefore, he had to stop the mana bolt.

Clenching his teeth, the necromancer released a wave of mana from his body into a formation node placed before him.

The formation node was a giant stele with a rune engraved on it. It connected the necromancer with the formation, allowing him to control it.

Immediately, a much clearer picture came into his mind.

The mana bolt was a concentrated bolt of light and lightning element. The total mana it had was close to one-tenth of the mana he had. Generally, it would not have been a dangerous spell.

However, the real problem was the drilling, piercing effect it had due to the light element and the volatile lightning energy, which wrecked the defensive runic shields.

Any second now, the onion skin shields around the fog formation would break as it drills into the core.

Watching that happen, the necromancer’s fist tightened unconsciously.

’It had to be light and lightning.’ He complained in his mind and sent his mana forward in a hurry.

The combination of elements Zephyr chose hit right where it hurts.

The darkness mana of his, which he specialised in, couldn’t stop the light from piercing through. So, the necromancer reinforced the existing shields around the fog formation.

However, doing it that way meant dispersing his mana throughout the entire formation, wasting it by reinforcing parts that do not require reinforcement.

Even as an intermediate mage of 5-star rating (50 cm mana core), it would still take a toll on him.

Still, gritting his teeth, he concentrated on dispersing the mana bolt.

Like that, a minute passed.

Each second felt like an eternity to him as he did the grueling task of absorbing and dispersing tiny amounts of enhanced mana bolt energy.

Finally, after more than two minutes, spending more than half his mana, about 60,000 to 70,000 Zephyr’s original core worth of mana, he eliminated the threat.

The mana bolt that Zephyr sent disappeared with a small bang that could even be heard unless you are near it.

The necromancer breathed a sigh of relief.

He did it.

Although he spent a tremendous amount of mana, he still did it.

He thwarted the attack.

"I never thought an attack like that would strike the fog formation. I should prepare something in defence against concentrated attacks like that." The necromancer said gloomily.

The enhanced mana bolt was a completely new type of spell. He had never seen something like that before.

Watching it continuously drill into the shields of the formation gave him chills.

"Someone must have used a magical tool to launch that attack. After all, no person could layer on enough spells to enhance a mana bolt to that extent."

"That must be it." Sitting down on a chair nearby, he said.

He was still in disbelief about what had just happened. He wanted to know who attacked the formation, why, and how.

A thousand questions flowed through his mind.

At the same time, he wanted to capture the person who attacked and steal the magic tool they used. After all, a tool like that would be exponentially more potent and useful in his own hands.

That necromancer thought grimly and clenched his teeth.

Then he remembered the search spell that Zephyr seemed to have activated. Immediately, murderous intentions rose in his mind.

The young must be the reason why someone used the magic tool to attack him, the necromancer thought. Even after all that, he was still unwilling to believe Zephyr could directly harm him.

As the necromancer was thinking many things, Zephyr clutched Gale’s sword and meditated. After two to three minutes, he absorbed enough mana from the sword to refill his cores.

Then, he opened his eyes and looked at the fog formation once again.

"I must have aimed higher than what was needed last time." He muttered and raised his hand.

This time, he pointed his hand to the bottom part of the fog formation.

"Maybe I should slightly modify it."

He said and added an explosion spell to the end of the mana bolt enhancement. Then he released a similar mana bolt through the spell matrix he dubbed railgun.

"Swish..."

A blinding beam of light swished out of his hand towards the fog formation. This time, it contained a reddish hue at the tip, signifying the explosive spell attached to it.

Then, a few seconds later, similar to before, the mana bolt struck the fog formation.

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Far away, on a different island.

"BLOODY BALLS!!!" Screaming in pain, the necromancer jumped to his feet once again.