Legacy of the Dark Sage

Chapter 1222 Dimension (6)

Lucian frowned after sensing the ominous magic energy spreading inside his Dimension. He used his Divine Sense to locate the origin of that ominous magic energy.

However.

Crackle! Crackle!

Lucian raised his hand just in time to block the Void Master's attack from above.

Boom!

An explosion erupted the moment Lucian's hand, which was covered with raw magic energy, and one of the black swords True Void molded collided.

While Lucian was distracted by the ominous magic energy, True Void appeared before him and struck at once.

True Void ignored the cloud of smoke that visually impaired him and relentlessly struck Lucian with his black swords.

Lucian scowled and blocked all of the Void Master's attack with his hands, which were now covered with concentrated Light magic energy.

Because of the cloud of smoke that impaired their sight, Lucian could only follow the Void Master's movements through his Divine Sense. He also made use of the magic energies in the surroundings to attack the Void Master, but the latter endured all of the blades and continued to strike at him.

'Annoying piece of...!'

Lucian's thoughts were interrupted when he realized the Void Master's magic energy was gaining momentum.

'How?'

His eyes widened in confusion because, as far as he was concerned, his magic pressure should have prevented the Void Master from forming that shield that could allow him to absorb magic attacks.

True Void sneered as his vision cleared slightly, and the first thing he saw was Lucian's dumbfounded look.

"Don't underestimate my innate ability!" He shouted before releasing the two black swords from his hands to grab Lucian's hands.

"I'm going to drain you dry!"

"!"

True Void's eyes flashed as he started to suck in the magic energies in Lucian's hands. Since Lucian continually supplied magic energy to his fists, True Void continued to absorb more.

"YOU DARE TAKE MY MAGIC ENERGY!" Lucian growled in anger, his magic energy erupting at one.

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In any case, Kyran's goal was to deal a devastating blow to Lucian so that the latter could not retaliate. His goal was very quite ambitious, but that was the only plan he could come up with.

Kyran looked toward another location where an explosion also occurred. It was the location where Ruin and Deus were fighting.

The area was covered by a massive cloud of smoke that others would have trouble discerning what the situation inside, except Kyran. With his naturally enhanced senses, he could easily see the aftermath within the cloud of smoke.

Fortunately, Ruin and Deus's winged automatons were still intact. Though the winged automatons suffered some external damage from the explosion, there did not seem to be any internal problem. That was all that mattered to Kyran. He did not plan on taking those winged automatons with him anyway. He only needed them to use their energy cores for his plan.

That was the same with the defense-type automatons he took control of. This was because, in Kyran's opinion, the automatons created by the Ancients had far more sophisticated designs than Deus's.

As soon as Kyran found where the three winged automatons got thrown to, he immediately went to the nearest one.

"Do you think I will allow you to do as you please?"

Kyran was slightly caught off guard at Deus's sudden appearance. He initially believed the latter was knocked out cold after suffering from Ruin's attack because he saw Deus lying on the ground, unconscious.

Apparently, what Kyran saw was only the automaton armor Deus was wearing. The latter discarded the armor and decided to move on his own.

Holding a gold spear that crackled with concentrated magic energy, Deus raised it above his head and struck it toward Kyran.

However, Kyran deftly turned his body to avoid the spear's blade before raising an arm to aim at the shaft.

Bam! Crack!

"!"

Deus was shocked at how effortlessly Kyran broke the spear's shaft in two. He instinctively realized something about the latter as he exclaimed, "You are the real one!"

Kyran furrowed his brows at Deus's remark and was about to punch him when he suddenly sensed a foreboding.

[DODGE!]

Cold sweat trickled down Kyran's spine as he sensed Lucian's presence bearing down on him from behind.

No.

Not behind, but right at the nape of his neck.