Magical Academy: Rise of the Supreme Magic Craftsman

Chapter 470 - The Imperial Prince ( 2 )



Wallace looked gravely at the Prince… There\'s definitely something wrong with the current situation. He could easily tell it by seeing how confident that prince was.

\'Let me see…\'

He then decided to go out of the throne hall using his Void Phase. However, he immediately appeared in the same position.

As expected, he\'s locked inside this hall together with the prince.

Now, no one can interrupt their battle! But at this point, the prince should be the one worried!

Wallace frowned as he didn\'t know where this person get his confidence to face him alone. He should\'ve seen him fight a Terub before. Aside from that, this prince should also be aware that he uses magic! Their gene optimization should not be enough to fight against the existence of Mana!

"Are you afraid?"

The prince suddenly asked as he showed his face to Wallace. The handsome prince gave him a mocking gaze and even waited for him to attack.

"Why would you think I\'m afraid of you?" Wallace smirked as he retained his half-kneeling posture. His left palm is currently pressing on the ground as if he\'s trying to gain support from it.

However, the truth is that he\'s casting his Mana Spell! His Traceless Oscillation!

He wanted to destroy the throne hall completely! He doesn\'t feel good that he\'s unable to use his Void Phase after all. So his instinct is to escape immediately!

Wallace somehow feels like this is an elaborate trap to take him out.

Unfortunately, the prince seems to have noticed his actions.

The man just snorted and his Oscillation Magic was interrupted. 

Wallace then looked at the ground and noticed that some kind of force field is protecting it. Even Avalon couldn\'t understand what type of barrier it was. It seems that this is some kind of secret technology of the Empire.

"What\'s this exquisite barrier? I\'m very impressed."

Wallace decided to ask calmly. Since he can\'t escape with his Void Phase, it means that he either has to destroy the place forcefully… Of course, he would also try to kill the prince if he really could. 

"Haha! Are you buying time now?" The prince laughed as he doesn\'t seem to be worried at all.

He didn\'t wait for Wallace to reply as he added mockingly.

"So, now that you realized that you\'re trapped here with me. Do you think that you\'re going to get rescued?"

"Not really… I\'m just interested. I hope that I could learn how to make this as well." Wallace responded with the same tone.

"Oh~ Don\'t worry… Once we extracted your soul, you will learn our secret… and we will also learn yours."

The prince suddenly had a sinister smile as he snapped his fingers.

Wallace had no time to think about how they would extract his soul when he saw several smaller versions of the Corpse Furnaces above him!

The ceiling had actually opened and reveal more than 30 furnaces!

He didn\'t want to know what these things are capable of as he quickly circulated his Astral Core and focused the energy in his palm…

Ha!

Without waiting for the furnaces\' attack, he sent a powerful strike on them to destroy them completely!

However, it was too late! His strike didn\'t do anything as his Astral Energy was unable to get out of his body!

He then suddenly felt pain like someone was tearing his soul!

It is highly similar to when he was on a table and Charles was using the Secret Art: Flowing Spirit to him!

During that time, that peak Mage Doctor tore a part of his soul and inserted it into his previous body!

He would never forget that pain as it was even more painful when he cultivated his Astral Core in his body.

\'This… Soul Magic? The Empire doesn\'t have this kind of magic… Tsk! So it\'s really that Khrusams… How annoying!\'

In the end, his strongest opponent was still the Golden-skinned Aliens!

Bam!

As he was trying to suppress the pain in his body, the prince didn\'t just stand and wait as he kick Wallace\'s abdomen…

The latter flew into the air as he landed on the ground several meters away… He even rolled more than 10 times before stopping.

"You—"

Wallace wanted to say something but he vomited some blood. This is not because of the powerful kick but because of the tearing in his soul…

His body has already received the finest body modifications that the Pathfinder could give. 

He wasn\'t worried at all about being injured. In truth, even if the prince decided to cut his limbs, he\'s not worried at all.

Although the Pathfinder could no longer give missions to him as it ended already after completing all possible missions during his trip to the northern continent, it had given him the first stage of the True Celestial\'s path.

After the Pathfinder rewarded this to him, he could no longer get any mission as he basically achieved the Path he had chosen.

The only problem right now is that this is only the first of the three stages of the True Celestial. This is why his soul was still his weakness.

For sure, the Prince doesn\'t know that it was his weakness… He was just very lucky that he has Khrusams on his side… If there are no Khrusams around, it is only a matter of time to destroy the force field and to find a way to destroy the spatial manipulator device that they have.

\'Tsk… My soul couldn\'t hold on… It hasn\'t been fully mended yet when it was torn to revive the other body… This is bad.\' 

Wallace cursed the prince in his mind.

He then looked at the handsome man and saw something quite horrific…

The prince\'s body is actually starting to mutate!

\'Berserk mode?\' 

Wallace thought. 

Apparently, Wallace didn\'t know that the kick he received just now was the prince\'s full-force attack. Normally, anyone that he kicked with that force would be torn to pieces.

However, Wallace was still quite active as he squirms in pain. This infuriated the prince as he decided to trigger his bloodline\'s ability!

"I only need your soul! I will destroy your body now!"

The prince coldly said as his eyes including his skin started turning red. 


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