The Last Warlock

Chapter 125 - 125. Battleship

As soon as Lorin jumped out of the ship and her jetpack activated she saw a blurred figure past her like a bullet.

She looked ahead to see what was, but the blurred figure she saw could not be discerned anymore, but remembering the trial's battle, her mind could only produce a single word, 'Monster'.

Mack flew straight past the people forming a defensive line and followed behind the overseer, from time to time producing a red flash that looked like if someone was turning off and on a giant red light bulb.

Mack was not the type to stay still and defend, and he was always eager to have a few more mage heads under his belt, he was going to fight and try to kill all he could.

The overseer was not oblivious to what was happening, he knew Mack was following him, and seeing the man was decided to fight, amidst the flying he raised his both hands and pointed at two directions, as soon as he lowered his arm he changed and wen to the left.

Mack quickly understood the gesture, and went to the right, they were going to gang from both sides the mage ship incoming.

From the distance, all that Lorin saw was quickly flashes of red light, and a black dot far away growing in size.

Her job in this battle was to survive, she would not be able to do much. She was a dual caster, something rare among the mages, but today, she was a cripple. A mage can cast with one hand, but the spell they can use are very few, she could not even produce a defense barrier because for that, she needed both hands, and she didn't had a mage staff, because she always trusted more her ability to dual cast, a staff would only made her lose her advantage.

Mage staff's could have 'pre-saved' spells on them, that highly reduced the time for casting, but still, could not surpass the speed of someone capable of dual casting.

'I should quickly find a way to restore my hand at least. I cant be useless like this.'

Thinking about all of that, Lorin gave a long sigh and readied herself for the worst battle of her life. That also, could be her last one.

But that was before she saw two more black dots growing in size behind the first one, and she could not avoid bug letting out what's on her mind and say aloud, " Is... Is that two more ships? Fuck!"

No one around Lorin said anything, but their faces showed that they were not happy about the new black dots on the horizon. Some of them looked to those two guys heading ahead of them to fight, hoping that maybe they could produce a miracle. But deep down their skulls, they knew this battle was a lost the moment the first ship appeared. The mage alliance was like a unending tide of ants. Once they found their 'food' they would not stop until there were only bones left.

Far ahead of them, Mack too saw a growing black dot right ahead of him. He glanced to his left and the ship they were supposed to gang upon was already clearly visible, and behind it was another black dot. Mack gave a look to the overseer to see if he would change his mind and saw him adjusting his path and going straight ahead for the new black dot that appeared.

Mack understood what the overseer was thinking, if both of them fought the closer ship, the other two ships would pass them while they battled and the guys at back would not be able to hold the mage ships far from their own ship, and worst, they could be all slaughtered.

Understanding what the overseer was doing, Mack felt doubt if he should go to the far black dot remaining, or to the mage ship closer to him, but quickly made his mind, he was going to fight the closer one, if by a miracle the overseer quickly finished his battle, he could go to the other ship or come to help Mack.

Mack was not sure how the fight would be, he didn't even knew how many people each mage ship had, but as the ship grew closer, he could see it was not some 'transportation' ship like the one they had, but a battleship.

Mack used his domain runespell again and quickly formed a foothold by holding and compressing the air. He used the place as a foothold and quickly jumped ahead, gaining more velocity. All of that happened in a blink of an eye, and just like the previous times, all that everyone could notice was a flash of red light.

Mack knew it was risky to use his domain runespell, but his life was on the line, and he also knew that he would never be able to fight with a clumsy jetpack.

Flying straight ahead toward the closest battleship, Mack saw the logo on the ship, two staffs crossing each other, forming an X and around it, the outline symbol of a fireball fully painted in red. Mack didn't ponder over the logo idea and quickly raised his left hand and pressed his finger, his runes activated and a bright but thin line formed in the sky, going in the battleship's direction, but before it could touch it, a sphere around the ship flickered and the line dispersed, Mack's attack didn't pierce the translucent sphere.

'They have a barrier around the battleship, as expected.'

Mack's last attack was just a probing attack. Even if the attack reached the ship, it would probably do negligible damage because of the huge size of the ship.

Mack was going to proceed with his plan of action, to attack the barrier with his swords and enter the ship and cause a havoc inside. His plan was to slow down the battleship and gain time for the overseer to come.

Just as Mack put his fingers on the sword to grab them, he saw hundreds of white strikes of light coming to him at an astonishing speed.

"Fuck!"

He quickly recognized what they were, they were essence bullets, aimed at him.