Chapter 65: The Return of the Heaven’s Lock

Chapter 65: The Return of the Heaven’s Lock

While Mork was going crazy over Airael’s actions, Airael was deep in thought about how to deal with the flying Mork.

Although she was currently suppressing Mork with a massive amount of lightning sword energy, it was merely a suppression and not a means to defeat him.

Moreover, this tactic couldn’t hold Mork down for long.

In considering how to handle Mork, Airael quickly eliminated close combat from her options.

Even though she had come adorned in her own armor, Mork’s displayed abilities had already surpassed her expectations.

With their strengths being roughly equal, Mork would surely utilize his close combat prowess better than she could.

Airael had no doubts about that.

With the same amount of strength, Mork could unleash one hundred and fifty percent of his power, while Airael was just doing well enough to not waste her own resources.

Since close combat was off the table, she would have to rely on her specialty: magic.

As Airael recalled the spells she knew, a plan quickly formed in her mind.

In the air, Mork was busy countering Airael’s attacks made of golden sword energy, powering up his own black sword energy as he skillfully dodged her strikes with flaps of his wings.

Suddenly, Airael appeared to be tired.

Her speed in swinging her sword within the golden magic circle had notably slowed down.

As her swinging slowed, the quantity of golden sword energy in the air also decreased sharply.

Mork keenly noticed this shift.

Is this a trap meant to lure me in?

He speculated within himself.

Even though he had suspected this, Mork still made a bold move next.

He swooped past the remaining sword energies and charged down toward Airael.

Even if it were a trap, it was still a fantastic opportunity!

With that thought, Mork decided to go all out with his overwhelming power.

Facing the charging Mork, Airael remained steadfast, showing no signs of fear.

Though Mork came at her like a freight train, Airael’s eyes held no trace of trepidation.

Mork noticed it but was confident in his own strength.

No matter what scheme Airael had, he’d break it with sheer force.

“Heaven’s Lock!”

Airael unleashed the spell she had previously cast on Mork once again.

A call accompanied by a familiar sight made Mork freeze in his tracks.

At this moment, he saw golden magic circles all around him.

Golden chains emerged from within the magic circles.

Feeling the powerful restraining force radiating from these chains, Mork’s expression shifted.

In the past, he had fallen victim to this magic from Airael.

He never expected to see it again today.

Moreover, its binding power seemed even more formidable.

Mork understood this well.

As the spellcaster, Airael’s own strength had certainly risen significantly.

It was only natural that her magic would grow more potent.

Seeing Mork stumble into the trap she had set for him, Airael did not rush to attack, instead smiling, “Mork, you haven’t forgotten about this magic, have you?”

She felt quite proud.

Mork displayed a wry smile.

Because indeed, he had forgotten.

Seeing Airael now clad in armor and wielding a sword, he had unconsciously assumed she was taking the warrior route.

While the magical route was thrilling, in a truly exhilarating fight, it was warriors who truly shined.

Gathering his thoughts, Mork answered coldly, “So what if I forgot? Back then, this move worked on me, but not now. Today, I shall break your magic!”

With that, Mork shifted toward an empty spot, attempting to break free from the magic array.

“Not so easy!”

Airael noticed Mork’s movement and chuckled.

The moment he made a move, Mork felt himself suppressed by a mysterious force.

This mysterious force returned some of his memories.

This magic array had the ability to restrain enemies.

Despite that, Mork didn’t give up and surged toward the empty spot.

Just then, the golden chains emerging from adjacent magic arrays connected and formed a chain prison around Mork.

Mork raised his sword and struck down at the chains in front of him.

The chains rippled at the impact but merely swayed, appearing relatively unbothered.

Mork’s face turned a deep shade of anger.

The magic array’s suppression effect had diminished his attack.

Seeing this, Airael’s smile widened even more.

With this, Mork had become a sitting duck, waiting for her to scoop him up.

It must be said that the magic she acquired from the Staff of Eternity was indeed impressive.

Mork, before going demonized, was already one of the world’s top combatants, and after his demonization, his power soared even higher.

Yet despite all this, the magic of Heaven’s Lock still showcased its strength, keeping him under control.

Truly worthy of its name!

Although Mork had become a lamb to the slaughter, Airael was in no hurry to strike.

She wanted to watch Mork continue to struggle within the chains.

Only when he felt despair would she be able to recover him completely.

Inside the chain prison, Mork stubbornly lifted his sword once more.

After gathering his strength for a moment, he struck down against the chains again.

The sound of clanging echoed.

The golden chains trembled under his attack.

At the same time, a more pronounced ripple appeared at the area he struck, causing the once solid chains to become somewhat ethereal.

But in the next moment, the formerly ethereal chains solidified once again.

The faint glimmer of hope on Mork’s face froze instantly.

“Damn it! How can I fall for the same trick twice in one place?”

He shouted furiously, swinging his sword relentlessly at the chains.

The chains shook and became hazy under his strikes.

Yet soon after, Airael’s magic power replenished the chains and solidified them once more.

As Mork’s continuous attacks provided energy to the chains, Airael showed signs of fatigue on her face.

This little showdown with Mork had drained her considerably.

In the air prison, Mork seemed to have gone mad, relentlessly attacking the golden chains.

The chains fluctuated between solidity and haziness due to his strikes and Airael’s magical replenishment.

Originally joyful, Airael’s mood slowly soured.

Watching Mork still so spirited inside, she felt she might be drained completely if this continued.

She had to do something.