The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist
Chapter 230 : Chapter 230Chapter 230. Ancient Magic from a Lost Age
This was suppression at the level of rules—the absolute dominion of a legendary mage within her own domain.
“The same old trick again? Can’t you come up with anything new?”
Rolandain curled his lip. Faced with a rule-based suppression that would have caused an ordinary sixth-tier powerhouse to drop dead instantly, he merely shook his shoulders impatiently, his silver armor ringing out with crisp metallic collisions.
Crack!
That was the sound of pure physical strength crushing solidified air.
He casually swung the silver longsword in his hand. He did not use any Battle Aura at all. Relying solely on that overwhelmingly tyrannical “momentum,” he forcibly tore open a vacuum passage through the viscous ocean of elements.
“You there, brat! Stop watching the show! You’re a mage too, aren’t you? Lend a hand!”
“Clear the way for me!”
“Tch. You really do order people around naturally, you old relic.”
Although Logaris was still in his demonized state and grumbling out loud, the combat instincts of a top-tier caster allowed him to grasp Rolandain’s intent in an instant.
The ruined demon wings behind his back began to shudder madly. Countless black-red chaotic demonic patterns spread from his arms into the void. It was abyssal power born for the sole purpose of destroying order.
“【Chaos Magic · Phase Coating】!”
“【Anti-Edict · Forcefield Reversal】!”
Logaris’s claws, burning with crimson Karmic Fire, slammed together violently. A visible black ripple exploded outward in a ring with him and Rolandain at its center.
The shackles that had locked Rolandain in place like amber frozen solid collapsed the moment they touched that wave of chaos. The intricate spell model inside them disintegrated instantly, like rusted gears forced to jam and snap apart, producing a sharp string of mana backlash cracks.
Freed from the restraints of the rules, the light in Rolandain’s eyes flared brilliantly.
“My thanks, boy! That feels much better!”
Without wasting a single word, Logaris’s ten fingers flew through the void. Dozens of purple spatial nodes danced at his fingertips, instantly laying down a straight “void shortcut” beneath Rolandain’s feet. The originally chaotic and disordered spatial turbulence was forcibly smoothed flat, forming an absolute passage that led directly to Maxim’s true body.
“Go!”
At Logaris’s low shout, Rolandain moved.
And the moment he moved, it was like thunder breaking from the heavens.
His dazzling full suit of silver armor seemed to turn into a silver meteor streaking across the sky. There was not the slightest mana fluctuation—he relied solely on the recoil generated by pure, ultimate bodily strength shattering the void beneath his feet, and yet he broke the sound barrier in an instant.
A distance of several thousand meters, for this legendary swordsman, was no more than the span of a single breath.
“Got you, Maggie!”
The silver longsword traced a perfect crescent arc through the air. Before the blade itself arrived, that terrifying sharpness—enough to tear through dragon scales—had already sliced open the protective magic shield in front of Maxim.
Yet in the face of that killing stroke, not the slightest trace of panic appeared on Maxim’s cold face.
“Naive.”
Her red lips parted lightly, and the instant the blade reached her, her figure shattered into countless specks of light in an eerie burst.
【Arcane Art · Mirror-Image Shift】.
In the next second, the thousands upon thousands of floating mirrors around them all lit up with blinding radiance.
Every mirror reflected a cold-faced Maxim, and all of them raised their staffs at once. Their chanting overlapped, like a judgment hymn descending from heaven itself, shaking the soul of anyone who heard it.
“【Composite Forbidden Spell · Myriad Crystal Realm · Thousandfold Prism Light】!”
Hummmm—
Countless high-energy beams of dazzling color erupted from the mirrors on all sides. Earth, water, fire, wind, light, and darkness—the six great elements were forcibly kneaded together into a catastrophic elemental storm that instantly sealed off every possible route of evasion for Rolandain.
And yet standing at the heart of that storm, Rolandain’s lips curled into a wild grin.
As a legendary knight, as the mightiest man of that era, he possessed a formidable combat ability known as 【Super Instinct】!
He did not need to see with his eyes, hear with his ears, or even think with his mind.
At the exact instant before those countless beams were about to pierce his body, his body itself “perceived” the trajectory of the mana flow ahead of consciousness.
Three inches to the left. Duck. Twist. Reverse-hand parry!
Under Logaris’s shocked gaze, Rolandain’s seemingly heavy silver-armored body displayed an agility that violated the very laws of physics. He weaved through the airtight barrage of elemental fire like a fallen leaf dancing in a storm, every dodge skimming death by the narrowest possible margin.
“So this is your ‘truth,’ Maggie? Too slow! Too light!”
Rolandain roared with laughter, and the silver sword in his hand never paused. He abruptly halted where he stood, completely ignoring the elemental storm still raging around him, and gripped the sword hilt with both hands before raising it high overhead.
At that moment, a sacred golden radiance faintly began to glow across the silver blade in his hand. It was the will of the Hero King—the conviction to sever all falsehood.
“Now… split apart!”
“【King’s Sword · Severing Cascade】!”
With a crisp sound like glass shattering—
The elemental storm filling the heavens froze beneath that single strike, as though a waterfall had suddenly been cut off at its source. Then it collapsed with a thunderous crash.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The countless mirrors maintaining the illusion exploded simultaneously beneath the pressure of that strike. The sky full of Maxim’s phantoms dissolved into drifting motes of light, leaving only the true body behind—slightly disheveled, and forcibly driven out from the gap between spaces.
“Now!”
Logaris, who had been prowling along the edge of the battlefield like a ghost while waiting for his chance, saw the red light in his eyes blaze.
This was the moment he had been waiting for—the instant Maxim’s true body was exposed and her mana reflux entered a brief rigid delay.
“【Spatial Interdiction · Dimensional Lock】!”
Logaris slammed his hands together. Six pillars of black infernal mana appeared out of nowhere and nailed themselves precisely into the six spatial nodes surrounding Maxim.
The originally pure arcane space was instantly stirred into utter murk, completely sealing off any possibility of Maxim activating a phase teleport.
Driven into a corner, Maxim’s expression finally changed.
For the first time, pale flames called anger ignited within those emotionless black-hole eyes.
“Ignorant mortals who know nothing of reverence…”
Maxim’s voice was no longer ethereal. It sank low and hoarse, like an evil ghost crawling out of the deepest pit of hell.
She no longer attempted to evade, nor did she maintain that lofty, superior bearing.
She suddenly threw both arms wide, and from within that once-slender body erupted a horrifying magical pressure so vast it inspired despair.
Crack—crack—crack—
The entire Tower of Inverted Truth let out an agonized wail as though it could no longer bear the strain. The surrounding spatial barriers began to split with spiderweb-like cracks.
ROOOAR—!!!
A deafening dragon’s roar rang out through the demiplane, as though it had crossed the vastness of ancient ages to arrive here.
The space behind Maxim shattered abruptly, and a dragon phantom more than a thousand meters long, composed entirely of pure primordial aether, emerged out of nowhere.
Its enormous head blotted out the sky, and its eyes shone as brilliantly as the sun and moon.
It was the conceptual projection of one of the Dragon Kings of ancient times, masters of the oldest power of all—the White Dragon King—the ultimate violent beauty of magic itself.
“【Ancient Magic from a Lost Age · Sigh of the White Dragon King】.”
Maxim raised a hand and pointed forward.
The dragon phantom abruptly opened its colossal jaws wide enough to cover the heavens, and a blazing white pillar of light—capable of vaporizing an entire continental shelf—came crashing down, carrying with it an aura that could annihilate all matter.
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