The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist

Chapter 231. The Vastness of Heaven and Earth

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Maxim floated at the heart of the colossal dragon phantom, countless alchemical matrices whirling madly within her eyes. With a flick of her finger, eighteen layers of high-tier defensive spellwork called [Wall of Sighs] instantly appeared around the originally pure beam of destruction, completely sealing off every possible route of Roland’s attack.

Roland’s brows drew together tightly. [Super Intuition] screamed warnings inside his mind. The power level of this strike had already surpassed the upper limit of what his physical body could withstand. Yet he did not retreat. Instead, he tightened his grip on the silver sword in his hand, preparing to take the forbidden spell head-on.

“There’s no need to block it head-on.”

A cold voice rang out at his side.

At some point, Logaris had already appeared on the flank of the battlefield. The demonic wings on his back trembled violently, and his entire body had entered an extremely dangerous overloaded state.

He pushed up his glasses. The boundless white light of destruction was reflected in those mismatched eyes, yet there was not the slightest trace of fear in them—only the fervor of a man obsessed with dismantling magic itself.

“Before spatial spellcraft, this kind of pure energy outpouring means nothing.”

“Lady Maggie, you’ve lost.”

Logaris thrust both hands violently into the void, then tore them apart to either side as though he intended to rip open the sky itself.

He drew upon all the abyssal mana within his body, along with the spatial gift buried deep within his bloodline, condensing them into a supreme strike.

“[Spatial Spellcraft · Reality Warp]!”

Riiip—!!!

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Countless pitch-black threads suddenly coiled around that blazing white pillar of absolute destruction.

Like parasitic venomous vines, the black lines instantly bit into the interior of the beam, spreading wildly along the nodes of its mana flow.

There was no explosion, no thunderous roar.

Only a terrible, teeth-grating sound of distortion.

Under Maxim’s stunned gaze, the dragon breath that had been descending in a straight line underwent a grotesque refraction in midair.

The condensed destructive energy was forcibly split apart and misaligned by those black threads. Then, like a towel being wrung dry, the entire beam twisted in the air into a monstrous spiral before finally being dragged by force into the turbulent void in a silent flash, vanishing without a trace.

“Space... was altered?” A fatal break instantly appeared in Maxim’s casting rhythm. The backlash from the immense mana made her once-solid spirit body shudder violently.

“Now!”

Logaris did not need to remind him. The golden light in Roland’s eyes had already surged to its peak.

The combat talent known as [Super Intuition] had allowed him to foresee that single opening the very instant before Maxim’s mana fell into disorder.

The void beneath Roland’s feet exploded with a thunderous burst, and he shot straight toward Maxim like a silver meteor.

Faced with the hastily cast [Edict · Death] and [Shadow Bind] released by Maxim, Roland did not even blink. In the midst of his high-speed charge, his body made several minute evasive movements that completely defied human biomechanics. Every single one barely skimmed past the edges of those instant-death spells, as though he had already seen through the trajectory of fate itself.

Closer!

The distance between the two was erased in an instant.

Roland raised the silver longsword high with both hands. Upon the blade, the originally restrained silver radiance abruptly transformed into a sacred platinum brilliance.

It was the will of a king alone—the power to sever all falsehood and stand above the laws of the mortal world.

Maxim’s pupils contracted sharply. She tried to summon the white dragon phantom once more, but the lingering spatial interference left behind by Logaris clung to her like rot on the bone, locking up her spell circuits completely.

“It’s over, Maggie.”

Roland murmured softly, then brought the silver sword down with world-rending force.

“[Sword of the King · The Vastness of Heaven and Earth]!”

Boom————!!!

That strike severed mana, severed law, and even cleaved apart the very sky of this subplane.

The dazzling sword aura surged upward in reverse, splitting the remaining dragon phantom in two before crashing down onto Maxim’s true body without a trace of ornament or flourish.

A crisp sound rang out, like glass shattering.

“Mm...”

Maxim let out a suppressed groan. The countless arcane runes circling around her shattered all at once in that instant. Her lofty figure, once so untouchable, fell from the sky like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the mercury ground below and sending up enormous ripples.

The victor had been decided.

Huff... huff...

Logaris released his Demonization state. The black chitinous layer covering him receded, revealing his original, somewhat pale skin. His body swayed from severe overexertion.

Staggering, he walked toward the fallen Maxim. In the palm of his right hand, an extremely unstable sphere of collapsing energy appeared once more, giving off a dangerous hum.

He staggered toward Maxim, who lay on the ground.

For an ancient monster like this—someone who had nearly killed him and even tried to possess him—Logaris had not a shred of unnecessary mercy.

Finishing the enemy off was a basic principle for every mage, and also the greatest respect one could show a powerful foe.

Yet at that moment, a large hand clad in a silver gauntlet firmly caught his wrist.

Logaris froze and turned to look.

Roland had somehow already appeared at his side. The dazzling silver longsword had returned to its scabbard with a clear, ringing note. Though his silver armor was scorched all over, it still could not conceal the heroic bearing that clung to him.

“That’s enough, kid.”

Roland looked at the woman on the ground—frail now, her spirit body flickering in and out of focus, yet still staring at him with an inscrutable and complicated gaze—and let out a soft sigh.

The berserk fury in those silver-gray eyes had long since faded after the battle. All that remained was a weariness and helplessness that Logaris could not understand.

“Leave her a little dignity.”

Roland paused, released Logaris’s hand, and lowered his voice. It sounded as though it had crossed a thousand years of time.

“After all... she was once the brightest star in this world.”

Logaris arched a brow, and the energy sphere in his hand slowly dissipated. It was not because he was obedient. It was simply that, in his current state, he could not beat Roland—and besides, he had truly reached his limit. Continuing to fight would gain him nothing.

A deathly silence settled over the battlefield.

The ground of mercury had been shattered into ruin, reflecting the split sky above. The turbulent mana currents still lingering in the air crackled and snapped, like the dying breath left behind by this duel that had spanned a thousand years.

Maxim—or rather, Maggie—was staring fixedly at him. Those black-hole eyes that had once devoured all light were now somewhat unfocused. The precise alchemical matrices that had once turned endlessly within them were gone, leaving behind only an emotion called incomprehension.

“You won, Roland.”

Maggie’s voice was light, yet it carried a cold bitterness ground out between clenched teeth. “But I still don’t understand. For the sake of so-called ‘balance,’ you would rather destroy the ladder that leads to truth? Your mortal short-sightedness is nothing less than blasphemy against magic.”

Roland did not answer her at once.

He merely stood before her and fumbled around in the air for a while. Because he was only a memory construct, his movements were somewhat stiff. After a long moment, he finally pulled out a tiny object from the inner pocket of his tattered clothing.

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