I Created Scientific Magic

Chapter 299: 287 Anthony: This must be the opening move of some legendary magic!

“It looks like Lord Anluoke will be here with his men shortly, Prince Hattar, if you’re willing to disassociate yourself from the followers of the Evil God now, you might still find a way to live!”

Watching the guards inside the mansion being swiftly defeated, Marquis Mortan sneered as he spoke, showing no fear of the two powerful-looking wizards beside him.

The bible states that those who bravely face evil in death shall surely ascend to heaven!

The other nobles, lacking the courage of Mortan, secretly rejoiced in their hearts that they had not hastily taken sides out of fear of Anthony’s terrifying presence, for when that Cardinal arrived, they would have unwittingly become the pawns of demons.

Hattar was frantic, repeatedly looking toward Anthony. He had done everything that was asked of him by bringing the nobles to the estate and luring Anluoke, yet the great wizard still showed no sign of taking action.

What puzzled everyone present was that, although they were clearly standing on top of the tower, no guards approached them; it seemed as if everyone was unable to see them.

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They were unaware that polarization magic had been applied to the Magic Tower and that it was situated in a corner of the estate, magically conjured by Anthony, and hence not within the searching range of the enemy.

Of course, that didn’t mean they were completely safe here.

Such a large Alchemy Array might be difficult for ordinary priests and bishops to uncover, but if the Cardinal came within about a hundred meters of this place, it was very likely he would detect something amiss.

Lynn had, of course, taken this into account. Whether it was Kodi’s intelligence, the direction Fula and others had fled in, or the information they had deliberately leaked, all would guide the enemy toward the main house at the center of the estate…

“Your use of the Projection Technique is quite good!” Lynn stated from the top of the tower, using a far-sight magic to watch the battle before the main house, smiling as he spoke.

For this ‘fishing’ operation, he had particularly taught the Projection Technique to Anthony to distract the Cardinal, lest his true form be caught in the crossfire of his magic…

He hadn’t expected Anthony to learn it quickly and use it so well.

It looked like Anluoke hadn’t realized until now that he was only fighting an avatar…

“This magic that uses mirrors as the focus is quite entertaining, but after all, it’s just a fourth-level spell. If I couldn’t master it in two days, I wouldn’t deserve to be your disciple…” Anthony caressed his white beard, saying proudly.

In order to deceive Anluoke, he had poured most of his magic power into it, so even at a close range, the enemy could only sense massive amounts of magic power stirring.

“This Cardinal’s power might be stronger than I anticipated. If we were to fight head-on, I am no match. I’m afraid you’ll need to take action yourself this time,” Anthony said with a furrowed brow and in a grave tone.

Thanks to the vast knowledge acquired in the Magic Domain, he had successfully advanced to a six-ring wizard, putting him on the same level as the opponent.

However, considering he hadn’t mastered enough six-ring spells due to the short time since his advancement, a real fight would probably put him at a great disadvantage—after all, Anluoke had become a six-ring cleric ten years ago, his experience was exceptionally rich.

The cross-shaped holy emblem on the opponent’s chest also made him feel a sense of trepidation…

Yet this was also a rare opportunity—one that might allow a glimpse into the power of legends!

With that thought, Anthony’s gaze turned to Lynn. In recent days, apprentices and wizards staying at the mansion had been engraving Thunder Runes throughout the estate at his instruction.

He understood the meaning behind these runes all too well, resembling some sort of Alchemy Array for storing and converting thunder power, with no great lethality…

Anthony assumed an inquisitive stance and voiced all of his doubts.

“Your guess is not wrong. To be precise, the function of this Alchemy Array is to form a weak electric field. Of course, it can also confine the power of lightning within this mansion…” Lynn began to explain.

“What a clever design!” Anthony nodded, then spoke again, “But this alone wouldn’t be enough to deal with that Cardinal Archbishop, would it?”

Even with the power stored in the Thunder Stone providing energy for the electric field, once the power was spread throughout the entire mansion, it was only equivalent to the power of a four to five level magic spell.

“Of course not, which is why we need some assistance from the heavens!” Lynn said with a smile.

Confused, Anthony looked up, but all he saw were the dark night sky, a bright crescent moon, and countless twinkling stars.

Lynn didn’t offer an explanation but instead raised his hand towards the sky, his gaze stern, and shouted loudly.

“Let it rain!”

A discreet burst of magic power shot up into the sky, flickering like a meteor in the dim night…

This seemed to be just a variant of the first-level spell “Fluorescent Light Technique,” but Anthony didn’t dare to take it lightly. He etched every one of Lynn’s actions into his memory, mulling over the profound implications—this could very well be the incantation for some legendary magic!

It was a realm he desperately longed to enter!

Mortan and the others looked on with detachment, wondering what kind of charade these two wizards were putting on.

The Kingdom of Hattar had been dry for over half a month; a drought seemed inevitable—where would the rain come from?

Could they really believe they could control celestial phenomena like the omnipotent Lord in the Bible, and bring rain to the entire kingdom?

Hattar was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan; his mansion was nearly being torn apart, and yet here were Lynn and Anthony leisurely praying for rain.

He had witnessed Anthony’s power and held considerable faith in the great Wizard, but this man named Lynn was an unknown entity to him.

Hattar even began to doubt whether Master Anthony had been duped, showing such reverence to a witch man of barely twenty years and even referring to him as his disciple.

Just as Hattar was about to urge them on, he felt something wet drip onto his cheek.

“Is it raining?” Hattar looked up in astonishment as the previously starry night sky was now covered with thick clouds.

The rain fell swiftly at first, and then slower, splashing against leaves, bricks, stones, and grass, creating ripples upon ripples. In less than ten seconds, a heavy rain had arrived…

The expressions on the faces of Bell, Mortan, and the others froze instantly, tiny raindrops hitting them like heavy hammers against their chests, signaling that what they were seeing and feeling was neither an illusion nor a phantasm…

The rain… it really had come!