Chapter 218: Chapter218-Owen, You’re Cornered!


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    Rictor had been closely monitoring Rachel''s every move, and when he saw her attempting to return to Owen''s side, he snorted coldly.


    A bubble of mana instantly enveloped Rachel, trapping her within it no matter how hard she tried to escape.


    A glimmer of despair crossed Rachel''s face.


    Rictor''s power was immeasurable, and with just a casual gesture, he had restrained her completely, despite her best efforts.


    Whoosh!


    At that moment, a gaping, fanged maw lunged toward Rictor, attempting to bite him, with sharp teeth exuding an icy chill like the onset of winter.


    Rictor frowned slightly, and a solid earth-colored wall appeared in front of him, blocking the sudden attack from Seraphina.


    However, Seraphina''s intervention provided enough distraction for Owen to break through Rictor''s barrier and pull Rachel behind him.


    Rictor''s face darkened instantly. "Owen, you broke our agreement!"


    As he spoke, thick tendrils of black light surged up from beneath Rachel''s feet, forming snake-like black runes that attempted to bind her and drag her into a teleportation array forming below.


    "Everyone here is a witness-I''ve already handed her over. But if she doesn''t want to go with you, there''s nothing I can do about that," Owen said calmly.


    Seeing Rictor''s move, Owen responded swiftly, stomping on the ground, where lightning and flames interwove, shattering the black teleportation array and dispersing the runes around Rachel.


    As Owen and Rictor clashed, the crowd of onlookers looked on in shock.


    Rictor was the headmaster of Melodic Academy, a figure of unfathomable power.


    Few had ever witnessed him in combat, and no one dared to challenge him.


    But here was Owen, not only defying Rictor''s agreement but daring to fight him directly-a truly audacious act!


    The rumors of Owen being unruly seemed, in hindsight, far too conservative.


    Rictor''s expression grew darker as his attacks were countered by Owen. His voice was laced with fury as he threatened,


    "Owen, think carefully. If you start a fight here, with just a handful of people, you''re no match for me. Don''t bring about your own humiliation!"


    Rictor''s tone was filled with anger. After all, he had been ready to make a fair trade with Owen, not even pressing him for threatening Melodic Academy.


    Yet Owen had attacked him, which Rictor found intolerable!


    Owen ignored Rictor''s outburst and swiftly sent Rachel back into his personal dimension.


    Seeing this, Rictor''s eyes turned bloodshot, ready to strike at Owen, but something caught his attention, and he glanced into the distance.


    At the same time, Owen looked in the same direction.


    The previously quiet crowd suddenly became restless, and soon after, many of the mages gathered there dropped to one knee.


    "All hail His Majesty! May the King be blessed with long life!"


    The voices of the mages blended into a unified chorus.


    The overwhelming pressure of the four god-tier mages locked onto Owen, like the weight of four mountains pressing down, causing the ground to crack and the air to ripple with chaotic


    mana.


    Yet contrary to their expectations, Owen remained calm, surveying the crowd with a slight


    smile.


    "So, you think having more people will win the day?" he said with a hint of amusement.


    "Oh? And just what reinforcements could you possibly summon now?" the Pyrothrone King sneered. "The dragon and Fallen Angel races may be powerful, but our cities are well- fortified. It would take them at least seven days to get here. By then, your body will have been


    fed to the dogs!"


    The Pyrothrone King and the god-tier mages laughed derisively, unable to understand Owen''s confidence, thinking him delusional.


    "Last time, Leslie managed to scare me off. Do you really think you can pull the same trick


    again?"


    Taylor squinted his eyes, his voice venomous.


    Had it not been for his prior carelessness, he would have easily captured Leslie and the others,


    forcing Owen''s hand.


    But now, there would be no more chances-he was determined to capture Owen today.


    "Is that so?"


    Owen shook his head slightly and then looked up toward the sky.


    Just as the Pyrothrone King and Taylor were about to continue speaking, the deafening roars


    of dragons echoed from the horizon, like the crashing waves of an endless sea, causing the very ground of the capital to tremble.


    The sheer power behind the dragon roars made it hard for many mages to breathe, and the


    mana in their bodies quivered uncontrollably.


    "Dragons!"


    Hearing the unmistakable sound of dragons, the Pyrothrone King and his companions turned


    to look, their expressions suddenly changing.


    In the sky not far away, a massive horde of dragons, like dark storm clouds, surged toward them, their bloodline pressure so intense that most of the mages couldn''t move.


    From another direction, the Fallen Angels were descending with a similar ferocity, their ominous aura like that of ancient beasts, cold and merciless.


    As they converged, an invisible killing intent filled the air, giving the Pyrothrone King and his


    men the distinct sense that they were standing on a battlefield littered with corpses.


    The dragons and Fallen Angels had arrived!