CHAPTER 204: CHAPTER 163: OFFERING SOULS TO THE EVIL GOD

Turzan believed that Halting Time was undoubtedly one of the most challenging field magic arts, but fortunately, Lindong was a flamboyant person who never concealed the power of her magic.

The interval between two instances of field magic was about one minute, which was why he had to sacrifice his own body.

What struck the Lindong Witch was no longer a light punch, but magic created by the Goddess of Life to sever life. Most of such magic had been lost before the Third Epoch, and her followers gradually transformed into priests who focused on blessings and protection. Only in the Holy Sanctuary of the Life Church was there mention of those who were regarded as the Sword of the Goddess.

In other words, this was magic that even the Lindong Witch had never encountered.

This was a battle long in preparation.

Since the battle in the Imperial Capital, Turzan had been seeking the secret to breaking Lindong’s field magic.

Piled-up ice blocked between the two, while the silver-white light smashed straight into it, leaving hole after hole in the hard ice.

"Oh, you’ve already noticed?"

Turzan’s voice came from all directions, "This is a characteristic of ancient magic."

His speed increased, leaving Lindong no chance to distance herself, and this was the answer he had finally arrived at.

Severing the connection between soul and body is the characteristic of the Goddess of Life’s magic.

The magic power of all creatures originates from their souls, and the Lindong Witch was no exception. What he must do within this minute is maintain the distance between himself and Lindong. Even merely severing a part of the Witch’s soul would severely affect her supply of magic power.

And all of this was to seize that less than a second opportunity before the second release of field magic.

This is the second secret of field magic.

For Saints on the same level, the outcome is decided in that fleeting moment.

Fortunately, Turzan had witnessed that moment firsthand—during the battle between Lindong and Henry VI.

Henry VI had paid a heavy price but paved the way for those who came after.

The silver-white light rampaged across the battlefield. Even if there were barriers of thick ice or the Witch used allied forces to block his path.

Perhaps he severed the souls of allies; even when facing the Chief Judge, Ganniss, Turzan did not stop.

Ancient magic severed the soul of the Chief Judge, freezing Ganniss’s expression on his face. All who were swept by the radiant light were the same; they became puppets frozen in place, their souls already extracted from their bodies. In this less than a minute, Turzan had lost count of how many allies he had "collided" with.

But in his eyes, it was all a noble sacrifice.

Even the Chief Judge, Ganniss, was just an outstanding fourth-tier follower of the God of Truth. Looking at the history of the Empire, such people were plentiful. As long as this battle was won and the control over the "interpretation of this world" regained, supporting another Ganniss was only a matter of time.

However, the opportunity to defeat the Lindong Witch head-on was only once, possibly in any moment to come.

He noticed that the Witch no longer held her initial composure.

Compared to two years ago, she didn’t seem to show any significant progress.

Over-reliance on the near-invincible characteristic of field magic, she was not adept at dealing with protracted battles.

The distance was getting closer.

This minute was about to pass, and Turzan had been observing Lindong’s every move, naturally knowing that Lindong was intentionally slowing her pace.

They both knew that the key to victory or defeat lay in time.

Precisely because of this, from the beginning, Turzan emphasized the "one minute" interval to Lindong, which was one application of Holy Word Art. It could not only serve as a tool for brainwashing but also impose a strong psychological suggestion, making Lindong have a strong thought—that as long as she survived this minute, she could win this battle of Saints.

And Lindong indeed did so.

Turzan felt once again the penetrating chill that touched the soul. In his eyes, the flow of time in that second slowed dramatically, witnessing the process of field construction, the gathering ice forming a semicircle, enveloping the entire battlefield. All his actions slowed due to the cold, and he could no longer control his body and limbs.

Yet a faint smile appeared on his face.

Before the field was fully constructed and completed, the aftermath of ancient magic would reach her. Lindong could anticipate the outcome of activating the field, yet still entertained the thought of "exchanging slight injuries for killing."

This stemmed from her ignorance of the characteristics of ancient magic and was the inevitable failure brought by asymmetrical information.

Time stopped once again.

Yet this time, Turzan’s consciousness did not fall into a void. He saw that as the field was constructed, Lindong shifted to one side, but the silver-white energy still left a deep, bone-revealing wound on her shoulder. This wound instantly formed a crack spanning across the field, and the time that should have frozen began its slow passage.

Turzan’s eyes narrowed; this was the moment he had been waiting for.

His body fell to the ground due to inertia, and the half of his body composed of silver brilliance dissipated, but before that, the falling points of light transformed into an arrow piercing towards Lindong’s back.

"Severing the soul brings momentary disorientation, even for a Saint."