The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 388

Even those with calm and composed hearts, like his, were shaken. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Statues of the Ancient Kings?" Jarad and the other Archmages were completely awakened, yet plunged into deep shock. Those who had faced the spirits of the kings in the undersea realm, thought they had destroyed them. It turned out that the kings had only retreated temporarily, and these statues were the true guardians.

How poerful were these ancient ‘Kings’ reached thousands of years ago? To endure through millennia, their mere spirits were capable of combating Archmages!

Their fusion with the statues was akin to a different form of rebirth!

The very existence of Atlantis had been unbelievable to many, and the 'resurrection' of these royal effigies was a challenge to their very understanding.

Lord Falconcrest, Lord Warbringer, and Lord Mountguard all decisively retreated. The Stellar Precepts Commander and the Skyborne Rivers Commander also pulled back thousands of meters.

The two Elders from the Blessed Citadel cautiously retreated atop their Sunfire Lions, their expressions growing solemn. Their thoughts raced, realizing the gravity of the situation—this was a trap!

Why had the Mallister family spread the news? Was it to gather all the lords of the Northlands to Stormcast, then... to capture them all in one fell swoop? A concentrated show of force!

Whose idea was this? Bold and ruthless!

"My Lords, honored Commanders, are you seeking me? I am Alavin!"

Alavin stood atop the shoulder of a statue, his long hair dancing wildly in the fierce wind. His gaze swept over the three factions of Archmages.

Silence filled the heavens, and complex emotions crossed the faces of all, with not a word spoken.

Jarad had never anticipated Alavin would make an appearance with such a display of power. He assessed with his keen eye the might of the Kings' statue.

"Who seeks the Kings' Acceptance? Who dares to covet my Kings' Acceptance!"

Alavin's tone was forceful, charged with a warrior's intent. His body crackled with thunder and lightning intensely swirling around him, mixed with bright golden light.

The battlefield in the skies fell into an eerie quiet! All were subdued by Alavin and the statue. The previous chaos contrasted sharply with the current silence, a stark and ironic juxtaposition.

"Heh heh..." Alavin let out a dry chuckle, leaping off the shoulders of the titans, and diving toward the ground below.

From a thousand meters high, the sudden fall caused the hearts of the Mallister family to flutter with panic, but behind Alavin, a sudden violent movement occurred, and he forcefully unfurled a pair of golden wings, resplendent and dazzling, a sight to behold. He flapped his wings, showering the skies with golden light as he sped towards the eastern district of the city.

"Wings?" The townspeople were moved.

"Wings of Eternity," Eyla murmured softly, her delicate face losing its seductive charm. It was now masked with a tumultuous storm of emotions.

Alavin soared through the high skies, his golden radiance blinding.

Was this the profound secret of the Kings' Acceptance? Many looked up, unable to decide if they felt surprised or envious.

A royal statue shattered the ground and shot into the sky, its hundred-meter-tall figure imposingly vast. Each movement stirred wild winds as it crossed the ancient city ruins, smashing heavily into the eastern district and shaking the old city once more. The already crumbling ground cracked further under its weight, spreading in all directions. The royal statue, majestic and towering, was covered in golden runes, commanding respect. With hands uplifted towards the heavens, it caught Alavin as he descended from above.

"Unclaimed treasures are fair game for all. But you brazenly attempt to steal what is mine," Alavin sneered as he landed on the upraised hands of the statue, his wings gently fluttering, casting down both golden light and lightning. A sly smile curved his lips. "If no one offends me, I shall offend no one. But should you cross me... my friends... see you in the next life!"

Lord Falconcrest and others furrowed their brows, sensing trouble.

Alavin raised his right hand slowly, pointing toward the sky. "Kill!"

Eight royal statues took to the air, stirring up fierce dust and debris as they charged through the skies, their kingly might overwhelming, heading straight for Lord Falconcrest and his party.

"Retreat!" Lord Falconcrest ordered decisively. Having already lost Lord Skyveil and Lord Viperbane, any further delay spelled certain death. They had fought bitterly for two hours, were drained and wounded, and unable to withstand the assault of these stone statues.

"Damn it, is it over?" Lords Warbringer and Mountguard spat angrily, possibly sensing the terrifying killing intent of the royal statues.

"Those who defy us, die!"

Three royal statues crossed the high skies, plummeting towards three different positions, forcefully intercepting the three great Lords.

The city, both inside and out, was again shaken. Was this really happening? Was Alavin about to slay the lords?