nownovels Chapter 244 Divine Scepter
Chapter 244 Divine Scepter
Chapter 244 Divine Scepter
Sherry was dragged out of the danger zone by Leon. The intense numbness had not completely subsided, but she gritted her teeth and, with her strong willpower, used her trembling hands to support herself on the ground, trying to stand up again.
Her gaze toward Li Ang was filled with astonishment and a hint of barely perceptible gratitude.
At this moment, the situation around them changed. When the members of the Self-Defense Force saw that Sherry had been severely injured by the scepter, their faces showed obvious fear, and their offensive slowed down.
Their gazes toward the scepter in the elven nobleman's hand were filled with deep apprehension and—fear.
Li Ang instantly understood that these orcs were not merely hesitant because they could not kill the elves; they were also afraid of this weapon that represented the power of the elven miracles!
This power is beyond the scope of their physical strength and may have caused them heavy casualties in the past.
The elven nobleman's face darkened when his attack failed.
He raised his scepter again, this time with dazzling lightning crackling on the gem, clearly preparing to unleash a more powerful area-of-effect lightning attack, aimed directly at Sherry, who had just regained her footing, and Li Ang, who was standing in front of her.
Can't wait any longer.
Li Ang's eyes narrowed, and he subtly compressed the effect of the [Gentle Breeze] spell to its maximum, concentrating it beneath his feet.
The next moment, he moved.
With the aid of the Ring of Foresight, Li Ang shot out like a cannonball, heading straight for the elven nobleman holding the scepter!
"What?" The elven nobleman was clearly not expected that this kobold would have such an astonishing burst of speed. He hurriedly turned his scepter and pointed it at Li Ang.
The sapphire blue and white light at the top of the scepter flashed wildly, and leaping, interconnected chains of lightning formed a larger, radiating electric grid that enveloped Li Ang's path.
However, with the 2-second advance warning from the [Ring of Foresight], this seemingly inescapable net of lightning had clear gaps in Li Ang's eyes.
As he charged forward at high speed, he dodged ahead of time, easily avoiding the electric fence.
"Impossible!" The elven nobleman finally showed a look of horror. He couldn't understand how an orc could do such a thing.
In that instant of astonishment, Li Ang had already closed to within five steps of him, his longsword transforming into a streak of cold light, aimed straight at the elven nobleman's right wrist as he gripped his scepter.
The elven nobleman hurriedly tried to dodge, but his close combat skills were clearly far inferior to his "miracle" manipulation.
Under Li Ang's precognitive abilities, this sword strike was incredibly precise.
With a "thud!" the sword tip pierced flesh.
"Ah!" the elven noble cried out in pain, his fingers involuntarily loosening.
The silver scepter, gleaming with a dangerous light, slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
Li Ang's left hand had been waiting, and just as the scepter was about to fall to the ground, he caught it and, with a thought, directly stored it into the [High-Level Space Ring] on his finger.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. From Li Ang's sudden attack to his close-range confrontation, dodging the lightning and electric net, stabbing his wrist, and seizing the scepter, it all took only two or three seconds.
The elven nobleman clutched his bleeding wrist, staring at his empty palm. His expression shifted from terror to disbelief, and finally to twisted rage.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the manor, a green signal indicating that the evacuation to the designated location had been completed quietly rose.
"Retreat!" Shirley shouted hoarsely, enduring the numbness and weakness in her body.
The elven nobleman, stripped of his scepter, was like a snake whose fangs had been pulled out. Though furious, he could only order his guards to give chase.
But he himself knew in his heart that it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to keep these slippery beasts by his side.
Upon hearing the order to retreat, the members of the Self-Defense Force did not linger in battle. They immediately covered their wounded or slower-moving comrades, quickly disengaging from the elven guards and retreating into the dense forest like a tide, soon disappearing into the intricate woods.
The elven guards gave chase for some distance, but faced with the complex and perilous terrain of the forest, they ultimately had to turn back.
Inside the underground passage, the members of the third team moved quickly, the atmosphere somewhat silent, with only heavy breathing and the echoing sound of footsteps.
Many members were injured, but their eyes showed more of a sense of relief after completing the mission, as well as lingering fear from the thrilling moment and awe at Li Ang's amazing performance.
Sherry walked with Li Ang's support. By this time, most of the numbness had subsided, but she was exhausted.
She glanced at Li Ang, who remained silent beside her, several times, as if she wanted to say something, but then swallowed her words.
Only after confirming it was completely safe did the team slow down. One of the bear-man team members, whose arm was injured and only had a simple bandage, finally couldn't help but speak up in a muffled voice: "Li Ang—brother? How did you do those moves just now? That lightning net, it gave me goosebumps just watching it, how did you—how did you seem to be able to see where it was going to hit?"
Upon hearing this, the other team members also turned their curious gazes over. Li Ang had already prepared his explanation and calmly replied, "A bit of innate intuition, coupled with the reaction from long-term combat training, meant that although the scepter's attack was fast, it was still traceable."
This explanation is somewhat vague, but considering the exquisite swordsmanship he had previously displayed, it seems to make sense.
Orcs are actually quite receptive to things like "talent" and "intuition".
Shirley finally spoke, her voice still a little weak, but it had regained its usual composure: "Anyway, thanks to you today, Li Ang. I misjudged this time. I didn't expect that there would be a Divine Scepter in such a remote manor."
She paused, her icy blue eyes looking directly at Li Ang. "I will remember this kindness."
Li Ang nodded in acceptance of Shirley's thanks, then asked, "What is this Divine Scepter you mentioned? Isn't that an auxiliary tool used by elves to perform miracles?"
In the dim light of the passage, Shirley heard Li Ang's question, and her icy blue vertical pupils narrowed slightly, as if she was considering how to explain.
She coughed lightly to relieve the dryness in her throat, her voice still deep: "The Divine Scepter—is a weapon that the elves began to popularize about two hundred years ago."
She paused, then continued, "As you've seen, it allows the wielder to perform miracles," which is what you humans call magic. But more importantly, it allows even ordinary elves without any talent for miracles to master at least one or two offensive spells with simple training."
Her tone carried an indescribable mix of emotions, a mixture of apprehension and a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.
Before this, miracles, or rather, the ability to cast spells, were extremely rare talents among elves, and could only be awakened by a few with pure bloodlines or those who were favored.
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