Versatile Mage

1603 Wearing It Out Slowly

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Nine Moon-Devouring White Wolves were remarkably strong. They were led by the Flying Creek Snow Wolf, whose true power had awakened under the presence of Ice Magic. Meanwhile, the Flame Belle kept tossing flames down from the sky. The Dark Swordmaster was struggling to fend off eleven Commander-level creatures attacking it simultaneously!

The Moon-Devouring White Wolves had been fighting alongside one another for a long time, and their synergy was rather impressive. Every time the Dark Swordmaster tried to execute a deadly blow, some Moon-Devouring White Wolves would immediately target the Dark Swordmaster’s wounds. The Dark Swordmaster was constantly being suppressed, and could only vent its anger on the White-Marked Wolves.

The White-Marked Wolves were only Warrior-level creatures, too weak compared to a Ruler-level creature. Even the slightest slash of the sword could kill them instantly. However, the White-Marked Wolves kept pouncing on it regardless. Their boldness completely overwhelmed the Dark Swordmaster!

Even Warrior-level creatures were attacking recklessly. Wasn’t that a clear indication that the Ruler-level creature was already at its limit?

Meos, Mu Bai, and Heidi knew that their victory was within reach now. They immediately put in more effort. Meos Summoned a whole bunch of undead to join the fight.

“Mo Fan, let my undead take the hits instead!” Meos said.

“Sure!”

Most undead could be reborn if they were dead, but Mo Fan’s Summoned Beasts were dead once they were killed. It was not Meos’ first time seeing Mo Fan Summon the white wolves. They were clearly his own Summoned Beasts, instead of some random beasts from the Summoning Plane. Meos could not stand to watch them bleed and die, especially knowing how serious Mo Fan’s injuries were…

“Sayed, what are you waiting for? We can almost make it out of here!” Meos said, glaring at Sayed.

Even though Sayed could not wait to take his revenge on Mo Fan, he knew it was more important for them to take out the Dark Swordmaster together. He stopped dithering and Summoned all his undead.

His undead were not that strong, but he could still use them as cannon fodder, so that the Dark Swordmaster would have no chance of attacking Mo Fan’s Summoned Beasts!

The undead significantly relieved the pressure on Mo Fan’s shoulders. The Dark Swordmaster was aiming for the White-Marked Wolves, since it could kill a bunch of them with every slash. Therefore, it was more suitable for the undead to take the attacks instead!

“Awooo!”

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf finally made a solid contribution to the fight, his claws tearing through the Dark Swordmaster’s armored back. The Dark Swordmaster’s aura weakened greatly when the Flying Creek Snow Wolf tore the plate off its back.

The Dark Swordmaster was still holding its ground by force of will. It was not willing to die at the hands of these humans, and remained standing despite the serious injuries it was suffering.

However, its energy was depleting, its cuts getting weaker. Even its reaction speed was dropping.

The Flame Belle let out a cry as she gathered nine enormous fireballs. They began to fall from the sky like tiny meteorites, heading straight for the Dark Swordmaster.

The nine fireballs caused a huge explosion. The Dark Swordmaster finally reached its limit amid the raging flames. Its helmet dropped to the ground first, followed by its sword. Its remaining armor fell to the ground piece by piece…

“It’s dead, it’s finally dead!” Heidi blurted out in excitement.

The Dark Swordmaster’s death marked the end of their adventure in the Pyramid. It was a victory!

Being stuck in the Pyramid for so long was enough to drive anyone mad. For the rest of their lives, they would never forget how they had managed to finally reach the end with Shreev’s torturous strategy and witness the incredible strength Mo Fan had displayed to defeat a real Ruler-level creature.

Heidi had no idea she would be involved in such an unforgettable adventure when she left the Alps Institute!

“HAHAHA, we can finally leave this annoying place. When I go back to the city, I’ll eat all the delicacies and hook up with some beautiful ladies. I’ll battle them for three days and nights straight!” Zhao Manyan burst out laughing.

“Three days and nights? Aren’t you scared that you’ll die on someone’s belly?” Mu Bai replied with a smile.

“I’m more than willing to die like that! Mo Fan, don’t you agree… huh? Where’s Mo Fan?” Zhao Manyan looked around. He was terrified when he could not find Mo Fan.

He took a closer look around and saw Mo Fan lying on the ground. A kind of black substance was coming out from the cut that had severed his arm, as blood kept pouring out of it.

“Holy crap, Mo Fan, don’t you die on me! Khufu won’t treat you as his guest, even if you die here!” Zhao Manyan immediately ran up to Mo Fan.

Mu Bai immediately stopped the bleeding, using his own way of sealing off the wound with bugs.

The Dark Swordmaster’s sword held the strong corrupting power of darkness. Luckily, Mo Fan was a Shadow Mage, and the Fiendish Night was protecting him. Otherwise, the darkness from the cuts all over his body would have eventually taken his life.

The others soon noticed Mo Fan’s aura slowly recovering. He must have fainted due to excessive loss of blood.

The Flying Creek Snow Wolf returned with Mo Fan’s severed limb, putting it down beside Mo Fan. When Mo Fan finally regained consciousness, he glanced at the arm that had rotted from corruption and shook his head, “Forget it, I won’t need it anymore. I don’t think it’s possible to connect it back.”

“Leave it for now. Once we get out of this place, you can visit the Parthenon Temple and ask them to heal you with their Healing Magic. Your arm will soon grow out on its own,” Zhao Manyan assured him.

A normal person would be crippled if they were seriously injured by Dark Magic. A Healer could only reconnect severed body parts if they were still in good condition and not damaged by poison, dark magic, or the Curse Element. However, the Dark Swordmaster’s darkness was extremely corrosive. It would be a relief for most Mages to just stay alive; there would be no chance for them to recover their lost limbs!

Luckily, Mo Fan was currently like the Parthenon Temple’s son-in-law. If Xinxia knew Mo Fan had lost his arm, she would summon all Muses that were good at treating injuries dealt by Dark Magic to give Mo Fan presidential-level treatment.

“How is it? Is that the Underworld Compass we are looking for?” Mo Fan asked once he realized his life was not in danger.

“Yes, it’s the Day and Dusk Compass!” Shreev declared.