The King of the Battlefield Chapter 279

“I don’t think I will lose.”

With a whipping sound, Muyoung dodged in between the blades. However, he could not avoid them all. He stretched his wings and held the lance of Gabriel.

Muyoung had separated Lucifer and Gabriel’s powers. As he swung his lance, the heightened wind pressure pushed the closest blades away from him.

2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64… 128!

He accelerated sequentially rather than all at once. Muyoung’s speed increased exponentially, and when he accelerated 128 times, he could escape from the blade storm.

However, Amon was the master of magic. He had already implemented his next move the moment he felt something was wrong.

‘Vapor explosion.’

Countless waterdrops filled the air. Amon added his magic to the tiny particles of water that could not be seen by the eye, magically separating the oxygen and hydrogen to make explosives.

Muyoung was at a disadvantage because no matter how fast he accelerated, there were no gaps in the explosive fog.

‘I’m doing it anyway.’

He could retreat. However, Muyoung pushed through. Acceleration was not a skill that could be used for long. Moreover, he had to finish this battle with Amon as quickly as possible. Muyoung’s goal was to reach him.

He just needed to touch him to take the next step.

With a whirring noise, the waterdrops began to spin. While they looked like slow motion to Muyoung, the problem was that there was no gap in the coverage. Muyoung covered himself with his wings and flew across the air.

With blasting noises, explosions followed Muyoung everywhere. Muyoung’s black wings became tattered. If it was a normal wound, Muyoung could it heal with ‘holy blessing,’ but Amon’s magic was strange. It adhered to Muyoung’s body to block regeneration or healing.

‘He attacked my weakest points.’

Muyoung could not expect constant regeneration like when he was attacked by the Crimson Balrog. However, Amon was nearby.

Amon sensed that Muyoung was coming at lightning speed. He made his next move in a flash.

Crunch!

Muyoung twisted his leg as an ice lance had pierced it. While pain rolled into him, Muyoung did not try to remove the lance. He shrunk the space between them again to approach Amon.

Muyoung grabbed Amon’s shoulders and cancelled his acceleration. It was not for attack.

“It will open to those who knock.”

It was Ars Nova, the book containing the Language of Miracles.

Amon’s eyes shook when he heard the prayer.

“How do you know that prayer…?”

No one believed that the self-named ‘archangel’ had the Ars Nova. Amon did not believe it, but now he knew it was true.

Did Ars Nova also lift the geis from Enroth? Amon tried to resist, but Muyoung was a step faster.

Shirrr!

Light flooded from Muyoung’s eyes and connected with Amon’s. This prayer performed the miracle of opening someone’s ‘soul.’ Even though it mercilessly drained him, Muyoung braced himself.

‘I see it.’