The purple-striped griffin abruptly accelerated as Mag slashed with his black claymore through the air. Its sharp blade sliced through countless droplets of rain, bearing down on Josh with devastating force.
Josh stared at the incoming claymore, and his face completely paled. A bone-chilling sensation had enshrouded his entire body, and the powerful killing intent hanging in the air had him completely petrified. Even though his assailant was wearing a black mask, he knew that it was Alex.
Indeed, Mag had no intention of holding back this time.
Three 10th-tier powerful being and an Eye Beast had just been slain, while the spatial demon patriarch had fled with severe injuries. The smell of blood and gore permeating through the air was downright nauseating, but it also made him more conscious and alert.
This was a man who had slain countless enemies for the empire on its borders, yet he was now going to kill the prince of the very empire he had once served.
Golden light was still converging toward the tip of Josh’s wand. The more powerful the spell, the longer it would take to manifest. He knew that his spell wouldn’t be ready before Alex’s claymore struck him.
This realization filled him with despair.
Josh experienced despair for the first time in his life.
He suddenly regretted coming here. He regretted letting his jealousy get the better of him, thereby plunging him to his death.
With the things that he’d done in the past, he knew that there was no way Alex would spare him.
At such close quarters, who was going to be able to save him?
At the very least, this was definitely a task beyond the capabilities of the elderly magic caster who had accompanied him here.
A series of magic shields rose up all around him. These were all protective instruments given to him by magic casters from the Magus Tower. There were even some that had been made by Richard himself, and were said to be capable of keeping even 10th-tier attacks at bay for a short time.
Even so, Josh didn’t feel safe at all.
He was being attacked by Alex, a man who stood beyond the realm of reason.
“Your Highness!”
The elderly magic caster’s expression also changed drastically as he flew toward Josh atop his giant falcon steed. He pointed his wand at Mag and red light erupted as a flaming bird flew forth. The bird spread its wings and instantly flew past, heading directly toward the purple-striped griffin.
Is he going to kill Josh? A hint of a smile appeared on Irina’s face as she rested her head against Mag’s back. In the past, he would’ve most likely at least hesitated slightly in this situation. Now, he seemed to be more reckless and wilful.
It’d be a fantastic bonus if I can kill him here, Mag thought to himself as his countdown timer dwindled down to 10 seconds. It could be said that Josh was the mastermind behind everything, and he was firmly at the top of Mag’s hit list.
He didn’t know when he was actually going to recover to the height of Alex’s powers, and it was quite clear that opportunities to temporarily recover this power would be exceedingly rare. If he could take advantage of this opportunity to kill Josh, then that would be a brilliant outcome for him.
The sharp blade of the claymore sliced through the flaming bird, vanquishing it in an instant.
Josh was already right before him with over 10 magic shields around his body, and Mag was glowering at him with eyes that belonged to a god of slaughter.
Josh’s griffin steed also seemed to have been struck by horror and despair, and it desperately tried to turn its trembling body around, almost throwing off Josh in the process.
“5, 4, 3…”
The system’s mechanical voice sounded within Mag’s mind, informing him of how many seconds remained on the countdown timer.
Mag’s eyes narrowed, and his sword-wielding hand had never been so firm and stable before. He was drawing upon everything he had, and this sword strike was going to be the most powerful attack he had ever unleashed.
Right at this moment, a black shadow emerged from a dark alley.
A dangerous light immediately appeared in Mag’s eyes!
His claymore sliced through the magic shields as if they were nothing but frail balloons. Even the magic shields crafted by Richard himself couldn’t slow down Mag’s claymore in the slightest.
In the face of that unstoppable black claymore, a look of despair appeared in Josh’s eyes.
He suddenly thought back to when he first met Irina in the Magus Tower many years ago. It was love at first sight for him, and he decided, there and then, that she was going to be his future wife.
But now, she was sitting behind Mag with her arms wound tightly around his waist in an intimate manner.
“No!!!”
The elderly magic caster let loose a heartbroken roar. His second spell wasn’t going to be prepared in time.
“Your Highness!”
The black-robed figures down below were also looking on with shock and horror in their eyes. If Josh were to die here, all of them would most likely follow in his footsteps soon after.
The black shadow that was lurking in the darkness raised a hand, and a black vortex began to appear before him.
Josh closed his eyes. His biggest regret before his death was that he was too stubborn and decided to let Alex live three years ago.
The expressions of horror on the faces of the elderly magic caster and the black-robed figures congealed in that instant. Alex’s sword could be indirectly taking their lives along with Josh’s.
There was no one in this world who could stop Alex at such close quarters.
The tip of the claymore pierced through the final magic shield, and then sliced apart Josh’s wand. However, it suddenly changed direction when it was less than an inch from Josh’s neck. Even so, it still inflicted a rather deep gash in his neck.
The claymore then traveled downward instead, instantly slaying Josh’s griffin steed.
Josh let loose a cry of surprise as he abruptly plummeted from the sky with his hands clasped around his neck. He landed on a pile of putrid flesh and internal organs before looking up at Mag with a confused expression in his eyes.
“You spared me three years ago, so I’m returning the favor now. However, I’ll be back for your life!”
Mag withdrew his claymore as he looked down at Josh with a cold expression. He glanced at the black shadow, which had retreated back into the darkness, and his griffin steed spread its wings before flying away.
Josh looked on at the griffin’s departing figure, and his face was deathly pale. He felt as if his entire body had been plunged into a glacial pit.
Even though he wasn’t dead, Alex had promised to return for his life. For some reason, the crushing despair evoked within him by this threat was even more painful than death itself.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?!”
The elderly magic caster and the black-robed figures hurriedly circled around. All of the magic casters proficient in healing magic immediately began to administer treatment to Josh, and all of them wore elated and relieved expressions on their faces. If anything were to happen to Josh, the only thing that awaited them would be certain death.
At this moment, a flash of light appeared on the fifth street, and a pair of elderly men emerged from within a teleportation formation.
…
The purple-striped griffin departed from the fifth street in the blink of an eye, flying toward the western region of the city like a speeding arrow.
Mag’s body suddenly sagged as his claymore slipped out of his grasp and fell onto the griffin’s back. He was suddenly struck by a sense of crushing feebleness, and he fell backward involuntarily, landing in a warm and soft embrace.
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