Previously, when Angel’s usefulness had been exhausted, they naturally didn’t mind Nereus’s actions, but now, reminded by Kanter, they realized there must be many details on Angel that they had overlooked. Often times, details determined success or failure.
“Actually, this is just Rivetta’s guess. If the painting really is by the Magic Painter Wizard, why would Aoluxiya cherish and carry it with him?” Someone voiced this doubt.
“Isn’t the Magic Painter Wizard most skilled at connecting the two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds? Perhaps, behind that painting, there lies a hidden world.”
The discussion continued, but Monty no longer listened. His gaze, however, now rested on Aoluxiya.
No matter what meaning the painting ultimately held, it would become clear in time.
When Monty’s gaze shifted to the battlefield, his expression turned serious—
In the midst of the wizards’ encirclement, Aoluxiya moved as if taking a leisurely stroll, appearing slow, but each of his movements left afterimages. Moreover, Aoluxiya was surrounded by ice-blue ghostly flames; not to mention approaching it, but just coming a few steps closer, many wizards who hadn’t managed to activate their bloodline were eroded by the ghostly flames. Initially, they seemed to be frozen stiff, but as the ghostly flames flickered, the eroded wizards from inside out turned into ice-blue fragments.
For a moment, the crystal-like fragments floated in the sky.
There was a brutal sense of dreaminess.
“Lord Monty, over ten wizards have been slain by Aoluxiya, and those eroded by the ice-blue ghostly flames cannot even be recalled by soul wizards. In this situation, I’m afraid our momentum will be hindered,” said Maher.
Yet, as soon as he finished speaking, a commotion emerged near the Void Tower.
“It’s not a matter of fear; the situation has already arisen,” Rivetta said from Maher’s side. Her beautiful eyes looked toward the distant horizon.
The initial momentum, which had even made demons choose to dodge, had now turned into a one-sided slaughter by Aoluxiya that the human wizards had to avoid. In the process, some wizards fell into the demons’ clutches, and the demons were far from merciful to these captured wizards.
Faced with such circumstances, the wizards’ momentum naturally faded, and some had begun to retreat.
Monty knew Aoluxiya was strong. His plan was to have these wizards wear down Aoluxiya as much as possible, but now it seemed to have little effect. After pondering for a moment, Monty turned to Winchester, who was spitting blood at the side: “You lead the retreating wizards to study Aoluxiya’s ghostly flames, try to find a way to counteract or slow down the erosion.”
Then, Monty assigned Maher to take care of the energy management on the ice floe.
After completing all this, Monty’s gaze turned to the True Knowledge Wizards present.
After a while, all the True Knowledge Wizards, except Nereus, stepped forward to restrain Aoluxiya.
Monty also flew to the frontline of the battlefield, ready to provide support.
Aoluxiya could crush ordinary wizards, but it wasn’t so easy to simply annihilate True Knowledge Wizards who had already found their path. Moreover, Monty would also intervene if danger arose.
Under these circumstances, Aoluxiya began to fight with restricted movements.
Aoluxiya realized that Monty’s plan was not to have a final showdown now but to wear it down for a later advantage.
Aoluxiya frowned, feeling reluctant to retreat at this point, fearing trouble with the painting.
Yet, if the attrition continued, Monty might indeed succeed.
Aoluxiya pondered whether to use that one move now…
However, just then, a sudden dark cloud began to form in the sky.
At the same time, a ghostly voice entered everyone’s ears: “Drip-drop, drip-drop—”