Read Novel Full Chapter 653: Battle Against the Ancient Mage Flugar (2)
Chapter 653: Battle Against the Ancient Mage Flugar (2)
The capital of Altheris looked stunning at night. The moon and stars above felt like a painting the gods themselves had crafted to fill everyone below with awe.
But that beauty was being ripped apart by two figures locked in battle. They were Nolan and Flugar.
Boom!
Boom!
Wherever they went, explosions followed. Shockwaves rippled in every direction.
Luckily, their fight was in the sky, so the ancient capital—standing strong for a thousand years—wasn’t getting destroyed.
Still, the tremors were impossible to ignore. It felt like a massive earthquake was happening just outside the city.
"What’s wrong, old man? Tired already?"
Nolan grinned and slammed a punch into Flugar’s face.
The old man was flung fifteen meters before he quickly regained his balance, gasping for breath.
His usually proud face was pale. Blood dripped from his lips, and his right eye was bruised.
’This guy... he’s strong.’
He hadn’t expected Nolan to be hiding so much power. Even someone like him, over a thousand years old and Beyond the World level, could get overwhelmed.
Logically, it shouldn’t even be possible... unless Nolan had reached his level.
’No... this can’t be. I’m a mage. My strength is in magic, not this...’ he muttered, trying to steady himself.
He straightened his weary body and opened his right palm.
A black magic staff suddenly appeared out of nowhere, nearly a meter long. Its presence seemed to tear the very air around it.
"Kid, don’t jump to conclusions. I haven’t even gone all out yet!"
With that, he vanished and reappeared right above Nolan.
He spun his staff and swung it straight at Nolan’s head.
Nolan blocked it effortlessly. But the part that hit his hand suddenly flared bright, sending a sharp, icy pain through him.
Before he could react, Flugar grinned and whispered, "Glacius Ferra!"
From the sky, a five-meter-long ice spear shot down, aimed straight at his head.
"Die!"
Flugar spun and slammed Nolan’s face with his staff.
Nolan was flung upward—right into the path of the falling ice spear.
Boom!
The spear shattered on impact, sending a blizzard sprawling across five hundred meters.
Flugar sneered, mocking, "In front of me, you’re as weak as an ant!"
"Oh? Is that so?" a teasing voice came from behind.
Flugar froze, then a sudden strike hit the back of his head, sending him flying dozens of meters.
Nolan appeared where Flugar had stood and waved his left hand.
Instantly, the blizzard from the ice spear’s explosion vanished.
Flugar regained his balance quickly, glaring at Nolan, who looked completely unharmed.
"How... how did you survive?" he asked, stunned.
That attack was ancient magic—lethal even to a Celestial Mage.
Yet Nolan had survived, unharmed, and not a scratch on him.
He chuckled softly, brushing the dust from his robe.
"Glacius Ferra... I didn’t expect you could actually use it. True to an ancient mage, your knowledge is impressive."
Nolan’s praise didn’t make Flugar happy. On the contrary, it made him wary—and a little afraid.
If he had underestimated Nolan before, now he regarded him as a worthy opponent.
"But your magic is rather weak. Let me show you what true Glacius Ferra magic looks like."
Flugar flinched. Before he could respond, Nolan raised his left hand and whispered, "Glacius Ferra..."
Whoosh!
A cold wind swept down from above. Flugar instinctively looked up, eyes widening in shock.
A ten-meter-long ice spear hovered above him. Ancient carvings covered the shaft, mesmerizing yet deadly.
"This is the true Glacius Ferra," Nolan said with a smirk. "Now, feel my attack!"
He lowered his hand. The giant spear shot toward Flugar.
Flugar panicked, attempting to dodge, but the space around him seemed frozen by an unseen force.
"H-How is this possible!?" he cried.
He barely had time to react. He raised his magic staff and roared, "Ignis Volcaniar!"
A three-meter-wide fireball surged toward the ice spear.
Boom!
The collision triggered a massive explosion, sending smoke billowing across a two-kilometer radius, shrouding even the capital city of Altheris below.
Panic spread among the onlookers as the thick fog swallowed everything in sight.
"Damn! I can’t see!"
"Honey, where are you!?"
"Mother, Father! I’m scared! Woaaa!"
Screams of fear echoed through even the city’s narrowest alleys. Yet Nolan and Flugar remained completely unaware.
"Hah... hah..." Flugar gasped for breath, eyes darting around warily.
The fog from the explosion was thick—he couldn’t see more than two meters ahead.
Suddenly, his eyes glowed bright blue, and his surroundings snapped back into focus.
But in the next instant, a purple flash shot from directly in front of him. It moved too fast for him to react.
His body was flung upward, and a strong hand clamped around his neck.
It was Nolan. He lifted the old man slightly higher into the air, grinning widely.
"Well, Old Man? Have you admitted defeat yet?" he asked, his voice tinged with playful mockery.
"Ugh..." The words caught in Flugar’s throat. He wanted to speak but couldn’t.
His chest felt as if a giant boulder were pressing down on him, making every breath a struggle.
"Can’t answer? Fine, I’ll be generous and let you speak," Nolan said with a teasing smirk, loosening his grip just slightly.
Flugar could finally breathe and rasped, "Nolan Lorian... How... how can you possess such immense power? Have you been... hiding it all this time?"
Nolan’s strength rivaled his own—perhaps even surpassed it.
What level exists beyond Beyond the World?
Flugar had no idea. Beyond the World was the highest level in this world. The chance of reaching it was less than 0.000001%.
Even those considered "geniuses" had an even smaller chance.
One could only imagine how astonishing he truly was. Yet in Nolan’s presence, Flugar felt utterly powerless—like an ant.
If experts at the Celestial level had witnessed this, Flugar was certain they would have been so shocked they might start questioning the very existence of the Beyond the World level.
"Me?" Nolan smiled casually. "I’m just an ordinary prince—nothing more. Alright, enough small talk. I was going to kill you earlier, but I’ve changed my mind."
A sense of dread gripped Flugar. As he scrambled in his mind for a way to escape, Nolan’s eyes suddenly flared.
His pupils shifted into the shapes of a star and a sun.
Seeing them, Flugar’s eyes went wide in shock.
"You... Singularity of... Chaos!? How is that possible!?"
Before he could even speak further, a massive hand tore through the space to their right and dragged him inside.
All that remained were terrified, desperate screams.
Nolan stretched his rigid body and turned toward the restaurant where Aldrian and his sister were.
"It’s over, Aldrian..." A faint smile curved his lips. "Your role is finished. Thank you for being such a useful pawn..."