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Legacy of Stone and Flame (Web Novel) - Chapter 1039: Concluding Things 5.
Chapter 1039: Concluding Things 5.
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[> High Tier Spell – Pyramid of Eternal Sands <]The moment he cast the spell, the sand swirling around him acted as a core for the spell he had just cast, as countless grains of sand lifted into the air, and even the earth-element particles scattered through the atmosphere were drawn together to form the spell.
In an instant, a colossal pyramid of sand formed in midair, sealing both the Patriarch and the City Lord inside it with little light piercing through.
It completely blocked the view of everyone outside, only the most experienced mages present were able to force their mental energy into their eyes, using their heightened perception to glimpse what was happening within the massive structure.
He had not cast it to hide the outcome of the battle, he had cast it to preserve as much of the Gordons’ land as possible. George knew he was about to unleash everything he had, and the resulting clash would be nothing short of catastrophic, almost nuclear in scale.
Meanwhile, he also knew the City Lord would be doing the same, and he was fully aware that his clan mages around would be the ones affected by the aftermath, since not everyone had reliable golems like Alec did which could shield them from the coming shockwave.
“No matter what you do, there is no way you can save them all.” The City Lord said as he slammed his hand downward, causing the massive wooden sword of blood-roots to immediately descend, crashing toward the Gordons Patriarch with overwhelming force.
At the same time, the plant dragon behind him surged forward, its presence suffocating the air, as the Patriarch drew his katana and slashed.
[> High Tier Skill - Crescent Moon.<]
A vast arc of dark energy erupted from the blade, racing forward and growing wider as it traveled, it then struck the wooden sword head-on, halting its descent in midair with a thunderous collision of power, as the pyramid space started to tremble as if threatening that it would break apart from not being able to handle this much power.
But George did not stop there, while using the momentum from his attack the dark slash he moved onto the massive Wooden Sword as a stepping platform, George dashed forward along its path, his movements swift and decisive, completely betraying his age. His intent was clear—he was closing the distance.
The City Lord’s expression changed, as he summoned a sword from his space ring, realizing that the wooden blade alone would not be enough to stop George.
At the same time, the Dark Knight Golem mental image that manifested behind the Patriarch clashed with the plant dragon, though it was visibly being pushed back, it still managed to hold its ground, as it was prepared to buy its host the precious moments he needed to advance.
The City Lord swiped his left hand outward, and branches erupted from the massive wooden sword, surging forward in an attempt to pierce the Gordons Patriarch.
Yet George was faster, as he continuously made evasive actions until he slipped past them all and finally entered the City Lord’s domain, the moment he crossed into it, he felt it.
That there were plant laws at work around, as they were suppressing and restraining the particles of other elements in the space, even the dark energy that had gathered around his katana and wakizashi weakened slightly.
Still, he pushed through, as he lunged forward with a diagonal upward slash of his katana from left to right.
The City Lord reacted instantly, swinging his own blade diagonally in a downward trend to meet and block George Gordons attack.
Steel met steel, and they were locked together, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen clashes followed, the sharp clang of metal ringing repeatedly through the domain as they exchanged nearly fifteen rapid strikes.
Then George saw an opening, and he thrust forward.
The City Lord raised his left hand slightly to manipulate the plants around, and countless roots surged up, forming a dense wall of plant matter as he retreated backward, but he started to feel something was wrong.
Even though the plant wall had fully formed, he realized George’s blade had still pierced through, or rather, it wasn’t the blade itself, it was the dark energy coating it.
The City Lord looked down and saw what seemed like an elongated shadow of the katana protruding through the wall, extending just far enough to pierce into the center of his chest by a tiny margin.
His eyes widened.
Only then did he understand why his defense had failed, the dark energy surrounding the blade had pushed through at the moment he was creating the wood wall and had eaten through the plant barrier, corroding it layer by layer in order for the dark extension of the blade to reach him.
The city lord started to feel that before, the Patriarch’s dark blade had been dangerous, but never to this degree, it had never been powerful enough to breach his defenses so directly.
The only explanation he could give was the mental image George had summoned, like some forbidden catalyst, it had amplified the power of the corrosion beyond its previous limits.
While the City Lord was still staring at the wound in disbelief, he watched as George calmly withdrew his blade from his body.
Immediately, his dragon powers surged, though his scales had been shattered and pierced countless times, the moment the blade was withdrawn, a green hue spread across the wound as rapid regeneration began.
But having witnessed that healing earlier, the Patriarch had no intention of giving him the chance to recover again.
As he burst through the side of the plant wall and dashed straight at the City Lord.
Even as exhaustion weighed heavily on his body, he remained stubborn, the City Lord swung his sword first, but George deflected it with a sharp sweep of his wakizashi, in the same motion, he drove his katana forward, piercing straight through the City Lord’s neck.
The City Lord gagged violently as blood poured from his mouth, he stared at the Gordons Patriarch with eyes filled with venomous hatred.
“You have just brought ruin upon your clan by killing me,” he rasped.
“Not only will you answer to the Gordons’ new enemy, my clan, but the capital will demand an explanation for the death of a City Lord. And we both know how they like to set examples for those who defy their laws.”
He coughed, blood bubbling at his lips.
“And the Blood Moon is drawing closer. You’ve wiped out nearly sixty percent of this city’s mid- and high-rank forces. Only death awaits you and your clan.”
His voice was gurgling, broken, yet still filled with malice as he hurled his curse.
“You have no one to blame but yourself for the fate that has befallen you. Farewell,” the Patriarch replied, not showing even a trace of regret.
He pulled his blade from the City Lord’s neck, allowing the body to fall, crashing lifelessly to the ground.
From the horizon, George Gordons saw the sun sinking low, its golden light stretching across the battlefield, as blood covered his body, and his breathing was heavy and uneven, yet a strange calm settled over him.
His clan had survived.
That was all that mattered.
Everything else—consequences, retaliation, judgment from the capital—could come later. For now, as the warm light washed over him, he finally allowed himself to feel at ease.
