Tale of a Hedonistic wizard-Chapter 461: All out brawls in the streets

Eradarin and Iroshade charged to the front to meet the black hounds. And Eradarin quickly sprang into action.

Eradarin’s magic transformed the marketplace’s cobblestones into razor-sharp projectiles. Each stone became a missile of surgical precision, impaling riders and mounts alike.

The black hounds were a large mass of furred beasts, and riding them atop were trained battle wizards. Part of the legion was directly commanded by Angus himself, and now they were his, acting as his personal army, not for the empire.

Eradarin’s magic hadn’t done much harm to them as they kept on moving forward.

The streets were now in complete turmoil.

The witches have successfully evacuated the city swiftly.

Ironshade was a hurricane of steel.

His greatsword moved faster than the eye could track, each swing cleaving through magical constructs and physical flesh with equal brutality.

He had a hard time with multiple numbers, but he persisted and swung his sword at them. Where the Legion expected resistance, they found annihilation.

On the other side of the street, Norimar stepped forward, targeting the Council witches. "Now it’s my turn. Angus is expecting us soon, so wrap it up soon." He spoke to Elsbeth, who was focused on Angelina and Jaegar.

"He went to fetch her; we just have to hold them here," Elsbeth replied.

"All right."

His magic was different—raw, primal, unbound by the traditional constraints of arcane theory. Waves of transmutative energy erupted from his hands, seeking to unmake the very arcane essence of his opponents.

Mirabel, the witch of the spire, met his assault with a shield of pure conceptual defence. Her magic didn’t block—it redirected, transformed, and understood.

Where Norimar’s magic sought destruction, hers sought comprehension and control.

Meanwhile, Elsbeth’s shadow creatures turned their grotesque attention to Jaegar.

They moved like living nightmares—no two attacks were identical, each approach a unique horror of potential violence.

Jaegar and Angelina stood back-to-back, a generational bridge of magical resistance.

"Stay close," Angelina warned, her voice a blade of experience.

"These are not mere shadows. They are memories given murderous form."

Jaegar’s chaos magic began to pulse. The purple mist of chaos trembled around his fingers.

Not the controlled release from earlier, but something more primal.

The first shadow creature lunged—a mass of razor-sharp appendages and impossible structures.

Jaegar’s hand met its advance.

Not with a spell.

Not with a defensive gesture.

With pure, unbridled chaos. The mist charged at the creature swiftly and with brute force.

The creature exploded into a thousand fragments of impossible blackness, each piece screaming a silent, terrible sound that made them wince in annoyance.

Angelina’s magic was different.

Precise. Surgical.

Where Jaegar brought raw destruction, she brought controlled annihilation. Her spells didn’t just destroy the shadow creatures—they unmade them, removing them from the very concept of existence.

"They’re learning," she muttered, watching how the remaining shadow creatures began to adapt to their attacks. "These are not mindless constructs. They’re evolving with each moment."

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The marketplace had transformed into a crucible of arcane warfare, with factions clashing in magical combat that threatened to tear the whole town into a place of destruction.

The now Reverend Witch, Oceana, stood on the top floors of the spire, watching the streets.

Her gaze was focused on the spot where the fight was going on.

She could see the explosions were increasing. It was like a wildfire through the streets.

The acolyte witches moved towards the street, covering the exits and not letting anything or anyone escape from there.

The people have now gathered in the cellar of the spire.

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Back in the streets, 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Jaegar felt the chaos magic churning within him—no longer a distant whisper but a roaring tempest demanding release. He had control now; his chaos was responding to him, and the more he used, the more he felt alive as the chaos power flowed through him.

The bloodline had changed a lot inside him, and the arcane energy felt more alive and more profound than ever. He could feel the chaos being manipulated at his will with a lot more efficiency.

Yet amidst the pandemonium, Jaegar’s focus narrowed to the writhing shadow creatures advancing toward them—abominations born from Elsbeth’s dark magic.

"Grandma," he said, his voice steadier than he expected, "stand back. These creatures respond to chaos. Let me handle them."

Angelina’s eyes widened slightly. She recognized something in his voice—a certainty that echoed his mother’s confidence and determination.

"Are you certain? Your reserves—"

"Are precisely what’s needed here," Jaegar finished.

He straightened, feeling the familiar, wild energy course through every fibre of his being. The aftermath of his earlier explosive display had left him weakened but not depleted.

Not where it mattered.

Angelina nodded once, a gesture filled with both concern and respect.

She stepped back, her own hands weaving a protective barrier around herself—not retreating, but strategically repositioning.

The shadow creatures sensed the shift in dynamics. Their amorphous forms rippled with anticipation, bone-like protrusions erupting from their darkness as they circled Jaegar.

One lunged forward, its body elongating into a spear of living darkness.

Jaegar didn’t dodge.

Instead, he opened himself fully to the chaos coursing through his bloodline.

Purple mist exploded from his fingertips—not the controlled streams he used earlier, but raw, primal chaos energy that the ancient texts had only theorized about.

The ethereal vapour coalesced around his hands, forming gauntlets of swirling indigo energy that crackled with potential.

The shadow creature collided with his chaos-wreathed fist.

For a moment, the two forces—shadow and chaos—existed in impossible conjunction.

Then reality reasserted itself.

The creature imploded, its darkness consumed by the hungry chaos magic that had once been part of Jaegar’s carefully controlled repertoire.

Now it was unleashed, feeding on the very concept of these shadow beings.

"Fascinating," Jaegar murmured, watching the purple tendrils of his magic absorb the creature’s essence. "They’re not just shadows—they’re fragments of the Void itself."

He could tell that chaos had a lot more effect on those shadow beings.

But Jaegar had no time to ponder as they kept on coming.

Elsbeth was relentless; she wasn’t backing down anytime soon.

Jaegar stretched his hands; the lightning crackled around them. He directed large streaks of lightning towards the creatures, killing them. He sprints towards them, using the lightning to neutralize them.