Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy

Commander Gram Cromwell was on the verge of disembarking when he sensed the unmistakable presence of an Arcanist who had materialized aboard his airship.

Their arrival was alarming, but as he felt through his Magic Zone that they didn't have a terrifying aura, he didn't panic.

He believed that the matter could be taken care of by Vice Commander Laura. He was confident in her since she was currently in possession of a Sovereign Rank Artifact.

However, to his dismay, he soon realized his miscalculation.

The Sovereign Rank Artifact wielded by Laura proved ineffective against practitioners of Holy Arts or those imbued with Holy Energy.

"This a Holy Energy… Are we under attack by the Holy Arts Factions?! What's going on?!" Gram was confused.

As the Holy Smite descended, he had to stop overthinking and focus on defending himself.

"Amethyst Prism Shield."

It was a Mystic Spell that allowed him to shield himself from the brunt of the attack.

While the Arcane Sigils marked on their bodies provided some measure of protection, the intrusion of Holy Energy threatened to disrupt their casting abilities.

Having mixed Arcane Energy in the Arcanist's body was obviously not a good thing to happen.

Having mixed Arcane Energy in the Arcanist's body was obviously not a good thing to happen.

Removing the Holy Energy from their bodies presented a formidable challenge, with the process potentially lasting 3 to 5 days if they left it to dissipate naturally, or alternatively requiring the use of a potion that would resolve the issue in less than an hour.

"Fine… I will be facing you instead." Gram muttered to himself as he made his way to the deck.

He wanted to confront the Holy Priest who dared to board his ship..

However, Gram Cromwell's attention was abruptly diverted as five lightning bolts assailed the other airships.

Boom! Boom!

"Masked Devil?!" Gram's eyes widened as he recalled the reason why they had come here.

'Are we dealing with the Masked Devil's organization?'

He couldn't help but make this guess. After all, everything would make sense if the Masked Devil was supported by an organization that was able to steal the Divine Sword of the Church of the Three Paragons.

He guessed that the Holy Priest who had dared to come here was perhaps the Masked Devil's patron.

'I need to hurry.'

Alarmed by the unexpected turn of events, he made his way to the deck.

The urgency of the situation left no room for concern over the fate of the other airships. He trusted them that those lightning strikes would not be enough to eliminate them.

Upon reaching the deck, Gram bore witness to a sight that left him doubtful. The source of the aura was actually from a blindfolded young man brandishing a cane.

In front of him were the weakened knights and a few Shamans who stood resilient against the Holy Smite. It seemed that they had a better way of countering a Holy Smite.

Then, he shifted his attention to the other side.

It became apparent that Vice Commander Laura had sacrificed her Harpy Queen to shield herself and those in her vicinity from the Holy Spell just now.

Before he could fully process the chaotic scene before him, Vice Commander Laura's urgent telepathic message reached him.

"Commander Gram! This person had come from the castle! I think we should confirm his stance. We can't fight against the Churches this time."

Commander Gram knew this as well.

However, he was keenly aware of the potential rewards that lay within his grasp. As long as he could do this thing, young man, then even if he was from the church, he could easily make an excuse about it.

The lure of claiming the castle's treasures, including the enigmatic young man's mystical artifacts, ignited an unquenchable fervor within him. This was an opportunity that he could not afford to let slip away!

'Your treasures will be mine!' Gram shouted in his mind as he slowly calmed down to hide his real intention.

With a gesture of his hand, he stealthily readied his spell, imbued with his potent Mystic Energy, and took purposeful strides forward to face the mysterious figure.

"I'm Gram Cromwell, the Royal Knights Commander of the Kingdom. State your name!" He proclaimed, his voice echoing with an authoritative power. It was as if he used a Spell to display his power to everyone...

While he may not have been a practitioner of the Knight Arts, his blessed physique, mastery of swordsmanship, and proficiency in the Mystic Arts had propelled him to become one of the kingdom's most formidable knights, ultimately earning him the esteemed title of Royal Knight Commander.

'How's that?' Gram thought to himself as he knew that his voice should intimidate the young man.

As he awaited the young man's response, Gram remained patient. He had to find the perfect timing to unleash his spell.

He doesn't really care about the stranger's name!

However, to his surprise, the blindfolded young man remained silent, opting not to grace Gram's demand with a proper response.

Instead, a familiar spell surged toward him—the unmistakable Reaper Scythe Spell.

'A Mystic Spell? He can use both Holy and Mystic Spell?!'

Caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, Gram swiftly released the spell he had arranged for his ambush—the Prism Chain Spell—using it to intercept the oncoming Scythe.

Boom!

The clash reverberated with a resounding impact as the two spells collided, prompting Gram to deftly employ his Mist Walk, swiftly shifting his position to evade the impending danger.`

"All those who can cast their spells! Aim it on this rebel!" He commanded, swiftly rallying his soldiers to action.

In tandem with his directive, he triggered another of his Mystic Spells—the Paralysis Eye!

It was meant to incapacitate the target and leave him vulnerable to the onslaught of spells from his assembled forces!

However, it didn't go as he planned!

As soon as his Paralysis Eye was triggered, a huge eyeball would appear above him to stare at his target.

But it didn't happen! The eye failed to materialize as expected, disintegrating into naught but fragments before his eyes.

It was the same for the others. Laura couldn't even call out her summons!

Everyone immediately realized what was going on!

Anti-Magic!