Chen Yu tumbled through the air, landing with a splat on Celeste’s wide back. His gelatinous body bounced several times before settling.
The Stone Flying Sword, however, did not stop. It wheeled around with a trajectory more agile than any Magic, diving like a falcon in continued pursuit of the heavily injured, fleeing Vincent.
"Your Majesty, I am here!" Count Brand also crashed into the feathers on Celeste’s back. He claimed it was to protect Chen Yu, but in reality, he was just there to slack off and hide from the chaotic battlefield below.
Pushing her Spiritual Power to its limits, Louisa joined the attack, unleashing a volley of Arcane Missiles at Vincent and giving him no chance to catch his breath.
"Damn it..."
Vincent struggled to raise his remaining left hand. A sapphire-inlaid ring on his finger suddenly glowed, transforming into a translucent, spherical Magic Field that enveloped him.
Strangely, whether it was Louisa’s Arcane Missiles or Chen Yu’s cunning Stone Flying Sword, any attack that struck the Magic Field was deflected by a gentle force, sliding harmlessly aside.
But clearly, he had underestimated the Flying Sword of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
Even though Chen Yu hadn’t practiced any profound sword techniques or Daoist Skills, under the precise control of his Divine Sense, the Flying Sword seemed to have come alive.
It changed direction again, carving arcs through the air like a hunting falcon. Though repeatedly deflected by the Magic Field, it would swiftly wheel around and attack again from a different angle.
It continuously probed, struck, and sliced at the Magic Field. Finally, during a seemingly casual slash, the body of the Flying Sword vibrated slightly.
"CRACK!"
The protective Magic Field let out a crisp crack, unable to bear the strain. It shattered like glass, dissipating into specks of light.
At that moment, Vincent’s mind was reeling. ’How can a Slime be as unkillable as a Warrior, and as knowledgeable as a Mage? It casts all sorts of strange Magic without incantations, as if they’re instant-cast. And on top of that, it can pinpoint the weak spot of a Magic Shield like the most seasoned Assassin... ’
This was utterly ridiculous.
More absurd than even one of the God-favored Chosen.
"PFFTCH!"
With the shield gone, the Flying Sword faced no more resistance. It easily pierced Vincent’s fragile chest, carrying him in a rapid descent and pinning him to the scorched earth below.
Vincent Gerton, the former Court Scholar. His pupils lost their focus, his breath ceased, and he was as dead as could be.
Clearly, a Mage’s body was far more fragile than that of a Warrior or a Knight. Once engaged in close quarters—especially by an agile and bizarre weapon like this "Flying Sword" that ignored conventional defenses—death was often the only outcome.
"This Magic... Does it not have a cooldown?" Louisa floated over, landing lightly on Celeste’s back. She couldn’t help but ask, her curious gaze fixed on the Stone Sword that had automatically flown back to Chen Yu’s side.
’Cooldown? Of course not.’
’You could even say it’s instant-cast.’
Chen Yu could understand the Mage’s complicated feelings. It was as bizarre as a Great Mage, who had painstakingly studied Magic for years, suddenly being gunned down by an ordinary person with a strange firearm shouting, "The times have changed, old man!"
He wasn’t sure how effective it would be against other, tougher classes, but against a fragile Mage, the Flying Sword’s agile and bizarre method of attack was exceptionally potent.
"Hmm?!"
Meanwhile, the Iron Cavalry Demon Yax, who was locked in a fierce battle with Arthur and the others, forced Arthur back with a war stomp.
In truth, he had been keeping an eye on the entire battlefield. He was only distracted for a moment, but by the time his attention returned, he saw Vincent’s corpse pinned to the ground by the Flying Sword.
He was inwardly shocked and suspicious.
’He knew Vincent’s strength. Although his body was weak, his mastery of Magic was profound, and he had plenty of ways to save his own skin. How could that Slime have killed him so quickly?’
Soon, he noticed a green shadow hurtling toward him from the horizon—it was the Slime.
’What kind of Magic is this?’
Yax stomped his iron hooves heavily on the ground, producing a dull thud.
Summon Demon.
The space beside him twisted, and an Abyssal Rift tore open. A Timid Demon, its body covered in oozing pus, crawled out. It shrieked as it joined the battle, attempting to distract Arthur and Levin.
Yax, meanwhile, broke into a run. He aimed his spear—a weapon wreathed in violent lightning—at Chen Yu as he descended from the sky. His muscles bulged, and hellfire blazed beneath his iron hooves.
Roaring, he put all his might into hurling the lightning spear forward like a javelin.
Thunder Spear.
The instant the spear left his hand, it erupted in a blinding, blue-white light. Its shaft seemed to transform into a true bolt of lightning, tearing through the air with a deafening thunderclap.
Wherever the spearhead passed, it triggered a localized thunderstorm. Countless tiny arcs of electricity leaped and flashed, completely engulfing Chen Yu’s position.
However, the expected scene of the Slime being electrocuted into a charred, smoking heap did not occur.
When the blinding lightning struck the surface of the Slime Gel, it was as if most of its power was blocked by a faint, emerald-green membrane of light, significantly weakening the blow.
The few remaining arcs of electricity that seeped into the Gel didn’t even feel painful to Chen Yu; they just produced a slight tingling sensation.
This was the protective Spiritual Light, a natural aura that manifested after reaching Foundation Establishment. Once the inner landscape of his Dantian formed its own microcosm, the fusion of the Three Treasures—Essence, Qi, and Spirit—produced this light. Although still faint, it could already resist a certain amount of physical and Magic damage.
"Eat my Slime Flying Sword!" Chen Yu immediately commanded the Flying Sword beneath him to shoot forward.