His frame swelled as if inflated, towering a head above Carl, who stood over three meters tall.
Witchcraft—Stone Statue Ghost (Incomplete)!
Eyeing his opponent, Carl’s expression was serious.
There are different types of Wizards. For example, Adolf’s witchcraft belongs to the most traditional Natural School. These include Elemental Wizards! There are also Shadow Wizards, Nightmare Wizards, Bloodline Wizards, and others. However, compared to the Natural School, Wizards from other schools are very few, and they are even rarer within the Gando Kingdom. They are the stuff of legends.
Unexpectedly, Robert was a Bloodline Wizard!
This type of Wizard excels in body modification and bloodline evolution, often cohabiting with various other creatures. The Purity Potions, the breeding of Spider Women—such methods likely involved his participation.
After transforming into the Stone Statue Ghost, Robert’s mental fluctuations also became icy, his voice deep and muffled.
"I need the experience and knowledge of flesh modification. Everyone who stands in my way must die! You too!"
He threw a punch, and the air actually boomed with a dull, thunderous sound.
Carl raised his sword to defend, retreating several steps.
Such formidable strength!
His enlarged form likely had a Constitution value of 3.3 or 3.4, comparable to a Great Knight. Robert, at this moment, might be at 4.0, placing him in the upper tier among Great Knights.
Not all Wizards are weak in melee combat.
Bloodline Wizards excel at close-quarters combat!
With a low, angry roar, Robert charged, fist swinging. His terrifying strength and immense size made him resemble a moving small mountain. As he swung his fist, layers of earth and rock converged on his body, quickly forming a suit of armor.
Zero-Circle Magic—Control Earth and Rock.
The skin of the Stone Statue Ghost was already hard. Combined with this stone armor, he was impervious to any weapon.
However, prevailing in melee combat isn’t just about possessing great strength or ample defense. Robert’s witchcraft was powerful, but he clearly wasn’t skilled in Martial Arts and couldn’t fully utilize his own strength. This was undoubtedly a significant flaw.
After retreating several steps, Carl’s expression relaxed. Although his opponent was fierce, he wasn’t as fearsome as I imagined.
The two collided mid-air once again.
The howling Qi Force burst from the point of contact, sweeping in all directions and even tearing up a layer of the ground beneath their feet.
Battle Skill—Eagle Strike!
Carl’s figure flickered as he wildly swung the heavy broad sword, hacking at Robert from all directions.
He’s not only a Knight with a robust physique but also a Martial Arts master proficient in combat techniques.
How could Divine techniques bestowed by a god be ordinary?
Battle Skill—Divine Judgement!
Carl leaped into the air, his greatsword flashing with a menacing, cold light. He then plummeted, spinning with his sword once more. The blade circled rapidly before him, eventually forming a bright ring of sword shadows, the sword itself invisible. The Battle Aura within him erupted simultaneously, instantly blasting out two intersecting beams of light, like a cross descending from the heavens. The sword intent was sharp, domineering, sacred, and majestic.
Just like Acting as God’s Executioner!
This was a killer move from the Guardian Ring.
The sword shadows circled, their power increasing with each revolution. The Battle Aura grew denser, and the dust on the ground had already been whipped into a tornado. A Gale burst forth. The waves of Battle Aura drew everything from all directions into the vortex, leaving nothing untouched by the tornado.
In the core of the maelstrom, Robert’s vision was obscured and his senses dulled. He only felt an immense, invisible pressure descending upon him.
Roaring, he spread his arms wide and lunged forward. Simultaneously, the ring on his finger flashed wildly as he desperately unleashed various witchcraft and Demonized Items.
Summoning Earth Rock!
Robert’s body convulsed violently. The rocks enveloping him clattered down as his Stone Statue Ghost form cracked all over. Carl wasn’t faring well either. Targeted by so many spells, even with his astonishing defensive power, he couldn’t avoid injury.
Blood gushed from his mouth, but he didn’t stop. He lunged again, his broad sword erupting into Fierce Flames.
Fierce Flames surged, the intense heat seeping through the cracks in the Stone Statue Ghost’s body, scorching its internal organs.
"What a pity!" As he swung his sword, Carl sneered. "Your transformation into a Stone Statue Ghost is incomplete. Otherwise, only a Legendary Knight could have defeated you."
Robert spat out fresh blood. White smoke rose from his throat, and the stench of charred organs emanated from within him.
Nonsense! A real Stone Statue Ghost stands seven to eight meters tall, weighs over ten tons, and a single flap of its wings can conjure a Gale. It’s a Legendary construct. A complete transformation into a Stone Statue Ghost is a One-Circle Witchcraft in itself. If I could achieve that, I’d certainly be an Official Wizard. How could I...
The broad sword plunged into a crack in the Stone Statue Ghost’s skin, slipping through the fissure into its body, the tip emerging from its back.
Robert’s head drooped, his eyes filled with despair.
"No! I... I haven’t become an Official Wizard yet... I..."
His body slowly shrank, his hands desperately clutching Carl’s arm, his eyes brimming with an intense desire for life. The fear of death made him completely forget the dignity of a Wizard Apprentice.
"Please! Don’t... kill me..."
Carl shook his head, twisting the broad sword violently within Robert.
"So many young maidens and weavers died because of you. It seems you showed them no mercy when they died."
The body slumped to the ground.
Carl took a deep breath, quickly slipped the ring off Robert’s finger, and searched his body to ensure nothing was missed.