A mischievous thought flashed through Lyle's mind.
This passive could only convert elemental-type magic; he had secretly tested it on the summoned angels just now and found it had no effect on them.
Thinking about it, it was normal.
The key to summoned angels lay in the "Angel" itself; as for the holy attribute they possessed, it was merely an incidental ability.
However, this passive should be applicable to elemental-type summoning magic; he happened to master the "Mixed Wetland Elemental" summoning spell.
Next is—
A brief thought flashed through his mind; looking at the dazed Gray-robed Mage opposite him, Lyle's gaze was icy as he chanted lowly again: "Earth Blast Knight Spear!"
Whoosh!
A knight spear completely condensed from Rock appeared, kicking up a wave of air as it boomed toward the Gray-robed Mage.
"Damn it!"
"Silver Knight Spear!" Seeing Lyle not giving him a moment to breathe, the Gray-robed Mage, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, hurriedly followed suit by releasing the strongest offensive magic in his repertoire.
What he was skilled at dealing with was summoning-type magic!
Whether it was Quin Essey, who held the "Demonic Beast Summoner" class, or Lyle, who had initially shown angel summoning abilities, he had the confidence to win.
But Lyle's sudden change in combat style to powerful magic power system offensive means had caused him to fall directly into a disadvantage.
Rumble!
The Earth Blast Knight Spear and the Silver Knight Spear collided heavily, triggering a powerful shockwave that spread in all directions.
The surrounding dense trees had their branches snapped by this shockwave, and a large number of fallen leaves fluttered about.
The two knight spears, both belonging to the Fourth Tier, seemed to be of similar power; after the intense collision, the Silver Knight Spear began to dissipate.
Meanwhile, the Earth Blast Knight Spear became covered in dense cracks and then burst apart, turning into a large amount of fine gravel that boomed toward the Gray-robed Mage.
The sudden turn of events!
Left the Gray-robed Mage with no time to react; fortunately, the magic robe with defensive capabilities on his body blocked it once again.
"Storm Knight Spear!" Lyle's faint voice followed.
Swoosh!
A translucent spear shadow vanished into the air, and in the instant the Gray-robed Mage failed to respond, it pierced right through his chest.
"Pfft!" The Gray-robed Mage coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his eyes wide.
Bam—
As dust splashed up, he fell flat on his back on the ground, his hook-nosed face filled with disbelief and a hint of daze.
He had lost too quickly!
He clearly had many spells he hadn't cast yet, but facing this kind of pure offensive magic bombardment...
"Why are there so many types of Knight Spear magic..." The Gray-robed Mage had no fear of death, only a face full of resentment.
Step!
The sound of footsteps rang out.
Lyle came before the Gray-robed Mage, whose chest had a large hole and whose Aura was weak; he took out a bottle of alchemical potion and poured it directly onto the man's chest.
Immediately afterward!
Lyle kicked the Gray-robed Mage heavily in the neck, knocking him unconscious.
"One down."
Looking at the unconscious Gray-robed Mage, Lyle withdrew his gaze.
Naturally, he wouldn't let the Gray-robed Mage die directly, because he had to guard against the possibility of the man being resurrected by resurrection magic.
[Orb of Death: 280 -> 120/280]
He had released five knight spear spells with relatively high Fourth Tier attack intensity in one breath to defeat the Gray-robed Mage.
The opponent's loss was not undeserved!
Lyle didn't intend to slowly release magic with the opponent; he needed to resolve him quickly to focus his energy on the other opponent.
If it weren't for the issue of magic power consumption and to observe the changes in power that appeared in the magic after elemental conversion.
He would have planned to release the Fifth Tier "Dragon Lightning."
Next—
Lyle turned around, his left hand hidden in his loose sleeve robe gripping the "Orb of Death," and looked toward Quin Essey, who was being held back by the two Archangels of Peace.
No!
He wasn't held back at all.
Quin Essey had summoned another water-blue Great Lizardman, and while having the two water-blue lizards tangle with the Archangels of Peace, he observed the other side of the battlefield.
The key to fighting a Magic Chanter was "magic power"!
Since Lyle chose to fight the other Magic Chanter, he naturally didn't intend to interfere; whether winning or losing, it only brought him benefits.
However.
Quin Essey had completely not expected this battle to end so quickly.
To be precise, when Quin Essey saw Lyle release the third element-type knight spear magic attack, he already realized the Gray-robed Mage was bound to lose.
The opponent's various weird methods simply couldn't be used against this kind of pure magic bombardment!
Quin Essey also realized why Lyle would take the lead in attacking the Gray-robed Mage: because the boy wanted to end the battle quickly to use his energy to deal with him.
Swish! Swish!
The two Archangels of Peace suddenly flapped their wings and began to retreat, returning to Lyle's front as he appeared before him.
The two water-blue Great Lizards also made a retreating motion, guarding Quin Essey's left and right.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
A smile appeared on Quin Essey's gentle and composed face as he raised his hands to applaud: "What a splendid battle."
"Storm Knight Spear!"
Lyle didn't have any nonsense; he directly boomed a spell over.
Quin Essey raised his left hand, and the magic ring on his thumb flashed: "A magic attack of this level is useless against me."
"Attack Deflection."
Boom!
The extremely fast Storm Knight Spear suddenly deviated from its attack direction in mid-air, passing over Quin Essey's head and booming into the forest behind, letting out a loud bang.
Lyle's brow furrowed; only then did he notice the other's left hand was actually covered in rings, all clearly magic items.
Truly troublesome!
"Now, how much magic power do you have left to consume?"
"It looks like you're going to die here today."
After easily changing the magic Lyle had just used to defeat the Gray-robed Mage, the gentle smile on Quin Essey's face became increasingly brilliant.
"No."
Lyle looked up, staring at Quin Essey: "I think the one who will die here is you!"