Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

Chapter 1611 Legend of the Dark King

In the main square of Ravenfell, above the platform, a large holographic illusion had already formed.

The communication artifacts hovering above the ocean relayed the battle in real time, projecting the scene into the air for everyone to see. The vast illusion glowed above the crowd, showing Adam confronting the Mana Core Magi of the Cult above the Galestine.

When the moment of impact appeared, the square was thunderstruck!

The crowd watched as Adamʼs kick tore through the Cultist in a single, devastating blow. For a heartbeat, no one could believe what they had just witnessed.

A Mana Core Magus... killed instantly?

Unbelievable!

Among the ordinary citizens, shock and disbelief spread like wildfire. But the Magi watching from the viewing platforms were even more astonished.

They knew better than anyone what a Mana Core Magus represented in Tron. Such figures stood at the peak of arcane power, beings capable of destroying entire armies and changing landscapes at will.

And yet... Adam Constantine had killed one with a single kick.

Standing on the platform, Magus Lovelace found his mouth wide agape. The ease with which Adam had dealt with the Mana Core Cultist sent a chill down his spine.

Nylian had already returned to Saratoga Castle, while Ranzenberg took up position in the Harbor Quarter, Both remained fully alert for any unforeseen situation that might arise.

And standing amid the crowd, watching Adamʼs battle through the live broadcast, was none other than Lucian Acadia.

Arms crossed, he wore a look of approval on his face as he watched the Dark King begin his slaughter.

Almansour stepped forward, his voice rising above the stunned chatter of the crowd as the battle began. ”People of Ravenfell, do not be afraid!” he declared. ”What you are about to witness today is not the fall of this great city...”

He pointed at the massive holographic illusion above them. ”...but the rise of its greatest defender!”

Where fear had begun to spread through the crowd, he redirected it with every statement. ”Our enemies thought they could strike Ravenfell once again,” Almansour continued, his voice filled with conviction. ”But today they face the man they fear the most.”

He raised his arms high and roared to the skies. ”The Dark King!!”

Slowly, the tension gripping the crowd transformed. ”He was once slandered. He was once cast aside. But today... before the eyes of the entire Empire... he stands alone against the enemies of our world!”

The panic in the hearts of the viewers gave way to excitement, and the uneasy silence was replaced by rising cheers as tens of thousands watched the Dark King confront the Cult. ”Look closely!” Almansour shouted. ”The Cult sent seven Mana Core Magi to destroy Ravenfell. And our Dark King has gone alone to meet them!”

The cheers grew louder. ”Watch carefully, people of Ravenfell.” His voice echoed through the city. ”Today... you will witness the legend of the Dark King reborn!!” ***

Blood, innards, and shattered bone scattered through the raging winds as the first Cultist died before he could even put up any resistance.

The second was not so far behind.

The moment he saw his companion torn in half by what seemed like a simple kick, a dreadful fear settled in his heart.

Through the spray of the gore left behind by the fallen Cultist, he caught sight of a figure speeding toward him. ”Constantine!!” The Mana Core-level Cultists blurted out in rage, panic, and fear as he quickly tried to weave the physical components for his spell.

But just as he was about to finish the final hand seal...

Two giant eyes filled his vision, swallowing the world whole. And in the depths of those tenebrous eyes, the geometrical pattern of a white lotus slowly bloomed to life.

Time seemed to come to a standstill. At yet, at the same time, it felt as if it were racing forward at an impossible speed.

When the second Cultist finally snapped back to his senses, the world had already changed.

He found that a raven-haired youth, who looked no older than a late teenager, stood right in front of him. One of Adamʼs hands gripped his wrists, stopping the hand seals mid-formation.

And the other... it was pointed directly beneath his chin.

The Dark King winked at him before casting a simple spell.

Magic Missile!

In the next moment, the cultistʼs head exploded like a crushed watermelon.

Fragments of bone and flesh scattered through the air as his body went limp. The headless corpse tumbled from the sky, blood gushing violently from the stump of his neck as it fell toward the churning waters below.

Iroh and the remaining cultists stared in stunned silence. In the span of mere moments, two Mana Core Magi had been killed as if they were insects.

A chill crept into their hearts as they looked at the Dark King again.

Im-Impossible! Iroh Silvas screamed inwardly.

The prowess Adam just now displayed far surpassed his own skills, and approached the terrifying level of the... Cult Leader himself!!

A drop of cold sweat trickled down the side of his forehead as that realization struck him.

That... that cannot be!

As the four other cultists, besides him, reeled in from the sheer dread and hastily began summoning their undead army, a terrifying foreboding feeling gripped Irohʼs heart.

Instead of summoning his undead or casting attack spells, he quickly erected several defensive spells as well as artifacts of the same kind.

His instincts to do so were correct.

Because the next moment, far quicker than the cultists had completed the magical components of their spells, Adam had already finished his.

And then...

He swiped his hand in an upward manner.

Rank 4 Spell: Blades of Emanation!

For a brief moment, nothing seemed to happen.

The Dark Kingʼs spell wasnʼt flashy at all.

In fact, it was borderline invisible.

But a second later, fine cracks began appearing on Irohʼs defensive artifacts. Then, they violently shattered. A heartbeat later, the layers of defensive spells surrounding him flickered and collapsed, having barely fulfilled their purpose. The Elderʼs face turned pale. He had just poured a terrifying amount of mana into his artifacts and spells just to stay alive.

Slowly, he extended his senses toward the four other cultists.

And the moment he did...

His heart sank. At first glance, the four cultists looked completely unharmed.

But in the next instant, thin lines of crimson began appearing on their skin. And a heartbeat later, their bodies split apart along those lines.

Flesh, bone, and innards were separated into dozens of pieces before the remains lost all support.

The four cultists were reduced to sliced meat as their mutilated bodies fell from the sky.

Not even a minute had passed, yet six Mana Core Cultists had already lost their lives...