Mage Legend-Chapter 809 - 53: The Source (Part 2)

"Do you know, I've seen a lot of interesting things." Lynch spat the saliva mixed with dirty blood onto the ground, trying his best not to look at the silhouettes coming and going. "But please understand my physical condition right now, it seems only after you quietly lie in the grave can I have enough time to slowly chat with you."

"You don't need to be stubborn anymore, Lynch, it won't help you at all." The Magic God took a few deep breaths, walking to the mage before him. Looking at the frail Lynch, he slowly savored the joy of his victory. "The protective magic on you has disappeared, even your spiritual power is nearly depleted. I really can't see any resources you have left to use."

Lynch barely lifted his eyelids, the blood flowing down his forehead making everything look unclear. Just like the Eye of Insight was already chaotic, the image of the Magic God also became distorted and ridiculous. Every now and then, various parts—extra arms or legs, or a gigantic mouth—sprouted from the Magic God's body, yet vanished without a trace whenever Lynch focused his gaze.

Countless shimmering, multicolored lights emerged from the void, transforming into a green meadow, a blue sky, white clouds, and even a black night sky. However, these things eventually all turned into the red blood trickling down his forehead. He looked up at the hand of the Magic God placed on his forehead, a hand stained with his own blood.

With a loud bang, the Magic God was blasted away, tossed like a piece of tattered cloth into a pile of rubble. Lynch still stood in the same place, gasping for breath. The explosion just now caused severe damage to him as well, adding numerous new wounds to his already broken body. But these wounds brought no effect to him; his nerves were numbed, there was no feeling, no pain. Strictly speaking, he was already dead, his heart had stopped beating, and his chest no longer inhaled any air. His life force had long been exhausted in the battle, only magic and spiritual power drove his body—if not, the surrounding toxic gas would have long suffocated him to death.

The Magic God suddenly stood up, filled with anger. Lynch had not completely failed earlier, despite having no strength left to fight back. The Magic God did not know what method Lynch used to prevent him from occupying his body. The aura of death made half of his body feel cold; he had to acquire Lynch's body quickly: this was the most crucial step in their confrontation, the final step the Magic God needed to accomplish.

"What exactly is stopping you from giving up?!" The Magic God shouted all the way, venting his fury: "Even if your rationality has acknowledged defeat, something still makes you refuse to yield. Lynch, surrender like a warrior, face the result of failure like a warrior!"

A whimpering sound escaped Lynch's throat, he wanted to speak but could not make a sound. The Magic Origin still resided within him but provided him with no strength. The mage exhausted all his might, yet could not utilize any spell. This torment, tinged with a glimmer of hopeful despair, filled the mage with unbearable agony.

The Magic God cautiously walked up to Lynch, observing his opponent's reaction. The young mage remained motionless, like a statue. However, the Magic God still dared not act rashly; he needed to mentally crush this deadlocked opponent completely.

The exploration of others' consciousness was the Magic God's favorite game to indulge in. Every mind enriched with wisdom and memory could bring him endless joy. However, what he faced now was the mind of a mighty mage, one who could endure a prolonged battle with him through spells. The Magic God carefully extended his mental tendrils into the other's soul.

Appearing before the Magic God was a young mage apprentice, still clad in the earth-yellow robe symbolizing the lowest rank. Yet within him lay boundless potential; even if those old mages passing by never regarded him seriously, the Magic God clearly sensed the fluctuation of that power.

This was from Lynch's youthful days, buried deep within his memories, hidden away with great secrecy. Countless other memories piled up like mountains, layer upon layer stacked above this fragment. The Magic God immediately became interested, concentrating his attention on the scene before him.