The surrounding natural magic was rapidly assimilated into Earth Magic, and a powerful surge of magic erupted, causing anomalies from within to without. Philemona's white hair was enveloped in a translucent bright light, and her entire torso, including her arms, developed brown, condensed earthen blocks.
These condensed earthen blocks were not smooth; instead, they were full of cracks and depressions.
Magic filled these patterns, as if golden flames were about to erupt from these cracks.
Philemona's grimoire began to turn pages. She slammed her fist into the ground, crying, "Earth Spirit Magic, Mother Earth's Sand Annihilation!"
Beneath her fist, earthen blocks surged up, then churned like a tidal wave, crashing forward. The bone spikes generated by Spatial Magic were directly shattered by the surging earthen blocks.
Mars and the others escaped danger.
Philemona's grimoire turned pages again, "Earth Spirit Magic, Great Earth's Tremor!" She swung her fist upward. Zenon keenly looked at the ground beneath his feet, where layers of white bones were stacked.
Jagged earthen blocks gathered together, and a golden-brown fist rose from the flat ground. This fist was undoubtedly aimed at Zenon.
Powerful magic erupted from the fist like flames. The nature of anything it touched began to be forcibly transformed into sand.
Zenon leaped up. The densely layered bone spikes beneath his feet began to turn into sand, and fine powder started to fall into the air. Finally, there was a ripple in his usually calm eyes. He coldly asked, "Zero Zone?"
"Not bad."
"Spatial Magic, Spatial Control!"
The contracted devil's magic activated. The Spatial Magic of the highest-ranking devil, Beelzebub, was extraordinary. Five invisible spatial cubes enveloped Mars and the three others, as well as the giant fist Philemona had unleashed.
The magic of space began to solidify.
Slowly, those in the alternate space found even their movements restricted.
In her Spirit Assimilation state, Philemona could barely move her hands, but as for Mars and the other two, they were completely immobile.
"What... what's happening?"
"Why can't I move? Is it the same Spatial Magic as before?"
Before they could adapt, Zenon waved his hand, and bone spikes generated by Bone Magic grew in space. Mars and the two others watched helplessly as dense bone spikes pierced them, and intense pain erupted in their brains.
But they couldn't scream.
Because in this space, they couldn't even scream or open their mouths.
Blood bloomed before their eyes as the bone spikes passed through their bodies.
Despair and powerlessness began to surge in their hearts.
"Ah... that guy from the Clover Kingdom wasn't lying. This kind of guy is simply impossible to defeat!"
Mars wanted to turn his head to look at Farna beside him, but all his struggles were futile. There was only the sound of bone spikes growing and blood dripping. Farna also wanted to look at the injured Mars... Earthen blocks extended from Philemona's feet, solidifying into shields to resist the thorn-like white bone spikes growing in space. Although somewhat effective, it was clear from the blood soaking her clothes that it was a difficult struggle.
Everything was so difficult.
'It's hard to move, and hard to use magic. Damn it, if only I had mastered Spirit Assimilation sooner... Is this how it ends?'
Time passed bit by bit.
Watching the four gradually lose consciousness, Zenon withdrew his Spatial Magic and Bone Magic. Mars and the three others simultaneously fell to the ground, the blood flowing from their bodies slowly pooling.
"I won."
"Is this the power of a devil?"
Zenon muttered, clenching his fist. Looking at the four fallen figures, he affirmed his choice. If he had chosen this power sooner, Allen might not have died.
He turned to leave, the cloak with the Spade Kingdom emblem on his back swaying. He murmured to himself, "Weakness is the original sin."
"Only overwhelming power is absolute existence."
"Allen's death was like this... and the destruction of the Diamond Kingdom is also like this."
"Wait... wait..."
A faint voice called out to Zenon. Zenon looked back. It was the last defiant struggle of one of the fallen on the ground. He calmly looked at the figure trying to stand up, even though his injuries should have been enough to kill him. Yet, he seemed to be hanging on by a thread, refusing to give up.
He used all his strength to try and get up, but no matter what, he couldn't.
"Why do you keep trying to stand up?"
"You could just die comfortably like this. Getting up will only make your death more tragic. You can't defeat me," Zenon asked, puzzled.
The guy on the ground struggled again and again, his voice as broken as his movements, "How... how... can... I not... not stand up... Behind me... is... my country!"
Flames erupted.
Like the dawn of hope.
Ladoros, who was trying to get up, paused, feeling a warm and familiar sensation. He was stunned, "This is... Mars... Farna."
Mars and Farna, at the last moment before losing consciousness, simultaneously used "Flame Recovery Magic, Phoenix's Robe." Under the double-stacked magic, the injuries on all four of them significantly recovered.
Ladoros was even the first to shakily stand up.
"It seems I should have waited a bit longer just now, but it doesn't matter now." White bone spikes grew again from behind Zenon, sharp bone spikes aiming for the heads of the four. This was the final blow.
"Mars! Farna! Philemona!"
"Use the move we talked about, trust me!"
After Ladoros finished speaking, the three collapsed on the ground no longer hesitated. Flame Magic, Earth Magic, and Diamond Magic all surged into Ladoros's body. Ladoros's magic had no specific attribute; through the modifications of the magic scholar Morris, his body had the characteristic of absorbing and releasing magic.
The magic of the four gathered together, and cracks began to appear on Ladoros's body. Blood scattered in the storm.
But how could Zenon let them succeed?
"Devil Power, 45%."
The familiar stagnation reappeared, cutting off the output of magic.
"Die!"
The bone spikes suddenly attacked the four, cold light glinting on the white bones.
A figure suddenly blocked the erupting bone spikes. All the forward-growing bone spikes stopped in place. No, it should be said that they seemed to have hit an unknown solid object and could not advance another step, no matter what.
Zenon looked at the newcomer and whispered, "So there's still someone else?"
"Spatial Magic, Spatial Control."
An invisible small space enveloped the newcomer. Zenon increased the output of his Bone Magic, but the sharp bone spikes still showed no sign of moving forward.
The newcomer spoke, asking, "What do you consider space and distance to be?"
"Does space include distance, or... is distance itself a definition?"
'He can still move?'
"..." Zenon did not answer his question, but instead asked him, "Who are you?"
The newcomer hesitated for a moment, then calmly replied, "Me?"
"Just a passing Mage."
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