Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe - Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Vengeance
As Whitmore vaulted through the air, he stretched out his hand, aiming to take down Adam.

From up close, he was stunned to see the youth’s appearance. He couldn’t make out his facial features at all. It seemed to be concealed by a layer of illusory smoke.

What really surprised him was the white flower patterns in his jet-black eyes, along with the blood that was streaming from them.

But the next moment, he saw Adam calmly lift his hand and point his palm toward him, casting a spell.

And then it hit him.

Rank 2 Spell: Gravity Repulsion!

It was an intense and disorienting experience, to say the least. A wave of invisible energy made contact with his body that was in mid-air.

Whitmore felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly struck him with tremendous power.

He was shocked, physically and mentally. The man was completely unprepared for the sudden change in force.

Whitmore felt a brief moment of weightlessness as the repulsion force counteracted the gravity. This disorientation caused a sense of vertigo, throwing his equilibrium off.

And then, he was propelled away.

As the wind brushed past him, howling in his ears, his eyes flashed with disbelief and even hints of fear.

Only one thought echoed inside his mind before he was slammed back to the ground.

Gravity Magic!

BOOM!

The crowd that had just witnessed the scene was shocked out of their minds. So many things had happened in such quick succession that they felt like they were overdosing on dopamine and adrenaline.

First, they saw countless emaciated women emerging from underground, hinting at the fact that the Velvet Dreams may have been engaging in the slave trade all this while.

Then they saw a mysterious black-robed Magus, whose face they couldn’t see, appear at the rooftop of the burning building, dragging Atkin and Nara Rollins by the hair.

Finally, they saw Lord Whitemore, a well-respected and powerful Magus from the Sentinels, launch toward the black-robed Magus to retrieve the Rollins couple.

But immediately after, they saw the blond man be struck by a very peculiar kind of magic spell cast by the black-robbed Magus.

When they saw Whitemore lying down miserably on the ground before them, they couldn’t help but be utterly astonished.

The remaining squadron of Magi of the Sentinel hurriedly approached Whitemore in panic and shock.

“My Lord, are you alright?” A Magus helped the man to his feet.

Whitemore didn’t reply to him. He continued to glare at Adam with eyes blazing with fury. He pointed his finger at the youth and screamed, “Assaulting a Sentinel Magus is a crime.

“Surrender yourself and hand over the Rollins couple!”

Adam lowered his head and glanced at him with amusement.

Surrender myself? Hand over this despicable couple? You wish!

He completely ignored the man. The next moment, he cast a series of hand gestures and then stamped his foot on the roof.

Following that, two horizontal pillars materialized from the wall beneath him.

Then, the youth took out two ropes from his earring and casually started to tie them around Atkin and Nara’s necks.

When the crowd witnessed this scene, their eyes popped out of their eyesockets.

“This madman!”

“Is he trying to hang them?!”

“Right in front of the Sentinels?”

“Does he have a death wish?!”

When Whitmore saw what Adam was trying to do, his eyes turned bloodshot. Immense rage welled up in his heart as he instructed the other Magi, “Sentinels, stop him—”

But before he could finish what he was about to say, something strange occurred.

The women who had recently emerged from the underground tunnel hurriedly stood in front of Whitmore and the Sentinels, blocking their way.

Seeing this, not only the Sentinels but even the crowd and the other courtesans were dumbfounded.

“What are you lot doing?!” Whitmore screamed at the top of his lungs. “Step aside this instant!”

Yet, the women didn’t move.

Their bodies trembled in fear seeing the Sentinels draw their swords and prepare to cast spells. Despite that, they didn’t move.

“Why?!” Whitmore couldn’t understand just what had gotten into these women.

A human mustered all the courage and strength she could and spoke, “Because… that man freed us!”

Seeing one person speak, the others too gained confidence.

“T-That’s right!”

“If you want to harm him, you have to go through us!”

“That Magus is our savior!”

When Whitmore and the rest of the Sentinels heard these women claim that Adam had freed them from the dungeon, they couldn’t help but falter.

The Sentinels glanced at Whitmore with complicated looks, seemingly waiting for his decision.

Whitmore, on the other hand, didn’t know how to react. He glanced at the woman in front of him and asked incredulously, “That madman… is your savior?”

“Yes!” All the women blocking the Sentinels spoke in unison.

Whitmore’s fists clenched and unclenched several times. He didn’t know what to do.

Suddenly!

“AAAHHHHH!!”

He looked up and saw that Adam had already hung the Rollins couple by the necks from the pillars. Feeling their necks being viciously choked and their flesh burning from the flames around them, the couple had finally come to.

The scene was nightmarish and chaotic.

Everyone that had gathered before the burning Velvet Dreams, watched with wide eyes at the Rollins couple dangling from the pillars.

Ropes tightened cruelly around their necks, cutting off their air supply. Their bodies twisted and jerked in a desperate and instinctual struggle.

The couple tried to gather mana to cast spells, but much to their horror, they found that they were unable to access their mana!

Flames from the surroundings crept closer, burning their clothes and eventually their skin, further adding to their torment.

The pain of choking and burning simultaneously overwhelmed them.

Silence descended upon the crowd once again, as they watched the Rollins couple silently scream.

The Sentinels glanced at the couple whose movements had now gotten extremely weak. Then, they glanced at Whitmore, waiting for his orders.

“My Lord…” A Magus called out.

However, Whitmore didn’t reply. Instead, he deeply stared at Adam who was indifferently glancing at the Rollins couple slowly dying.

“Lord Whitmore?” The Magus called out yet again.

“Hold your ground,” said Whitmore after some consideration.

In but a few moments, the Rollins couple’s bodies that had once been thrashing about desperately, now hung limp from the ropes, consumed by the fire that raged around them.

Soon, the ropes too caught fire and before anyone knew it, the corpses of the couple fell to the ground.

However, no one glanced at them. Instead, they all looked at Adam who was still standing on the roof of the burning building.

A gust of wind blew, causing the youth’s black cape to gently flutter. Behind him, the twin moons shone with an ethereal glow, bearing witness to all that happened.

This incident would forever be imprinted in the hearts of all the people who had gathered here.

Whitmore, while still gazing at Adam, asked the women in front of him, “Did he say who he was?”

None of the women replied. Because they didn’t know.

Suddenly, a young elf in her early twenties stepped forward. With tearful eyes, she glanced at Adam’s black robes, his black cape, as well as his black pointy hat.

Tears streamed down her face and she spoke with profound relief and happiness.

“He cried tears of blood as he set us free from our shackles.

“He avenged the spirits of all my sisters who died within those walls.

“He brought to justice those two evil-doers.

“It doesn’t matter what his name is, but what he represents.

“Black Vengeance!”