Chapter 289
But the sorcerer chasing behind her had anticipated her move.
Another spell was cast, and the rocks on the ground rose up, instantly forming a wall several meters high, attempting to build a cage for him.
But Lamaline wasn't one to sit idly by and wait for her fate.
Without any hesitation, she turned around, drew her bone staff, and swung it wildly in the air.
Unfamiliar characters appeared in the air, and the power that carried the longing of countless generations of Banshees surged forth, instantly destroying the surrounding restrictions!
Amidst the falling rocks, Lamaline continued her charge towards the Glory-class warship not far away.
And the direction she was aiming at...
This is the entrance to the warship!
She wanted to bring the battle inside the warship!
For Lara Lamaline now, the biggest advantage in fighting in the enemy camp is that she has no worries.
The other side needs to focus on minimizing damage within their own camp and reducing losses to a minimum.
Lamaline, on the other hand, had no such scruples.
Realizing that she might not be able to destroy the Glory-class warship from the outside as originally planned, she immediately realized that the only thing she could do now was to rush inside and try to detonate the warship from the inside.
Its danger level is no less than that of suicide!
But at this moment, it seemed that this was the only solution Lamaline could come up with.
"Stop her!"
The pursuers naturally realized Lamaline's plan and immediately changed direction to begin preparations.
The entrance to the warship began to close gradually.
Lamaline at the sight.
But at that moment, she knew it was too late for anything she could say.
The decision has been made, so it must be carried out!
Taking a deep breath, Lamaline gritted her teeth as she looked at the pursuers closing in on her.
She decisively pulled out her bone cane and threw it backward.
Intense light flashed within it.
The lead pursuer's expression changed slightly upon seeing this, and the Originium Arts master beside him made his move again.
"Hide behind me!"
He muttered a low growl and slammed his staff onto the ground.
The surrounding ground began to writhe and tremble violently.
Amidst the billowing dust, solid stone walls rose up one after another!
Standing firm against that shattered bone cane!
"Boom--!"
A terrifying shockwave, accompanied by the spell hidden within the staff, poured out, and the fierce winds, like blades, surged and attacked in all directions.
Lamaline looked at the pursuers hiding behind the stone wall and no longer hesitated.
Taking advantage of the enemy's obstructed vision, we prepared to seize the opportunity to charge.
But just as her toes touched the ground, the ground suddenly collapsed!
Um?!
Lamaline looked down in surprise.
Beneath the ground near her, various anomalies appeared in the ground, large and small.
This made Lamaline realize instantly that the other party had tampered with the equipment!
Her move of sacrificing a pawn to save the king, using her staff as a price to delay the enemy, was indeed very decisive.
However, the other side was also a seasoned veteran.
He couldn't possibly be unaware of Lamaline's intentions in doing so.
But he also understood that they couldn't possibly advance under the explosive force of the Banshees's Staff, so he chose to take a different approach.
He removed the soil from the ground near Lamaline, leaving only a small layer on the surface.
In this situation, Lamaline has no chance of using the momentum to charge forward!
Such traps cannot harm people, but they can greatly slow Lamaline's movement speed!
This situation made Lamaline's face turn extremely pale.
But she didn't have time to think further; she gritted her teeth and rushed toward the distant entrance of the warship.
The soldiers stationed there were terrified when they saw the attack; their faces turned ashen.
They instinctively pulled the triggers in their hands.
Several crossbow bolts were fired, and although Lamaline used her fingers to write words in the air to deflect a few, she was still no faster than them.
She turned to the side, choosing to dodge.
But this sudden movement made her steps falter.
Trapped in this completely unpredictable trap, her speed was constantly being reduced, never reaching its maximum.
Even so, she still managed to get within ten meters of the other person as the iron gate closed!
Five meters left...
Three meters left...
Two meters...
One meter!
Lamaline gritted her teeth, trying to seize the last opportunity to rush in.
But just then, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out...
"Forehead..."
There was no time to react, no time to dodge.
The sharp, oval-shaped stone spike pierced her side.
The powerful kinetic energy propelled her body violently forward!
Her already weakened body simply couldn't withstand such an impact, and in her disheveled state, she was sent flying backward.
It landed heavily on the ground.
"Cough cough cough..."
A metallic, sweet taste rose in Lamaline's throat. She could clearly feel her body hitting the ground and rubbing against it, but her pain seemed to be sealed away, and she felt nothing at all.
It wasn't until her body began to tremble and bleed uncontrollably that the burning sensation gradually surged into her brain.
But the stinging sensation remained, replaced by numbness.
"Cough cough..."
Lamaline then realized the health problems caused by her recent high-intensity work.
Weakened, she tried to speak so she could use magic to heal her wounds.
But before she could finish speaking, several crossbow bolts came flying in quick succession!
In an instant, her slender body was pierced through several holes!
Blood flowed rapidly, Lamaline's pupils began to contract repeatedly.
Her heart was pounding wildly, trying to pull her thoughts back to reality.
But all of this seemed to be in vain.
Her breathing became weak and increasingly strange.
At this moment, she could no longer maintain the elegance that Banshees are known for; her slightly widened eyes revealed her disheveled state and exhaustion.
The aftershocks of the distant explosion dissipated, and the pursuers caught up one after another, warily aiming their weapons at the Banshees.
To be honest, they were all stunned when they heard they had been attacked.
After all, once they reached the front lines, they swept through the surrounding area with unstoppable momentum.
They've always been the ones annihilating the Sarkaz, but they've never encountered Sarkaz daring to attack them.
They were even more incredulous when they realized the other person was alone.
But as the battlefield stretched on, they realized their ideas might have been a bit too ambitious.
This Banshees's abilities far exceeded their expectations.
Even though there was only one person, he made the entire camp uneasy.
This made them wary of it.
Even though Lamaline had been defeated, they dared not let their guard down.
Only the Originium Arts Master walked over slowly, slightly out of breath.
"You bunch of demons... indeed, you can't be underestimated at this point."
The old man spoke, his gaze sinister.
This pursuit has dragged on for too long, causing such a commotion in the entire camp. When the higher-ups come down to punish me, I'll definitely be the first to be punished.
This made him somewhat annoyed.
Everything was going smoothly until this happened...
Damn demon!
A pack of wild beasts!
He cursed a few times, and seeing that the other party remained motionless and unresponsive, he became even angrier.
After a brief pause, he also raised his staff and aimed it at his opponent.
It's pointless to say anything more now.
All he could do was carry the body to his superiors to explain the situation and see how much of his guilt he could be exonerated from.
As Lamaline watched the staff gradually gather into light and dust before her, her thoughts began to shatter.
His pale lips twitched slightly.
She wanted to say something more.
But my body no longer has the strength for it.
She could only stare at the edge of the warship above her head, her pupils gradually dilating.
Not finished yet...
Not done yet...
Just a little bit more...
Her fingers were still trying to move...
As long as she can move, she can still write, and she still has a chance to resist.
But...
"Hmph! Still trying to struggle!"
The old man snorted coldly and stepped on Lamaline's hand.
He had fought against the Banshees, so he naturally knew Banshees unique magical methods.
He's not some new recruit who would make such a basic mistake.
As her last chance to struggle vanished, the last glimmer of light faded from Lamaline's pupils.
Her breathing began to stop, and her thoughts slowed down more and more.