Jonas shouted, "Keep going, increase the intensity!"
Brelina remained silent, mustering all the magical energy in her mind and releasing it through Electrocute. Her face glowed with a bluish-green aura, and her dark eyes were illuminated by the stark white lightning, like a stormy, thundering sky.
She tried her best to observe the nodes. This barrier, to be honest, wasn't a very sophisticated technique; on the contrary, it was quite primitive.
If modern magic techniques were like building a drip irrigation system, strictly controlling every drop of magical energy to maximize its utility, then this ancient magic was like digging a canal, requiring high natural conditions and needing abundant water to function well.
But what left Brelina speechless was that sometimes what's backward isn't necessarily bad. The sphere inside the barrier seemed to have extremely abundant energy, directly filling the node network. It was like a sea pouring into a canal, so abundant it overflowed, otherwise, such a deep turbulent wall wouldn't have formed.
The barrier-breaking methods Brelina learned at the College were all for dealing with delicate, finely woven barriers, but this time she encountered a tough opponent that required brute force, a direct punch. Jonas was right; the only thing she needed to do now was to increase the intensity, even if she couldn't break the barrier, she at least had to disable the Draugr's undead body.
Jonas held his longsword upside down and, without waiting for his boiling heart force to calm, suddenly launched a Whirlwind Sprint into the air, sweeping past the unbalanced Jyrik. The cold light on his sword flashed and disappeared. This was a modified basic assassination technique from the Jie Qing Sect, said to be so skillfully used by master swordsmen that the victim could still move normally for half an hour before their head fell off.
Jonas, of course, couldn't achieve that, nor did he need to. As long as he could cut off the opponent's head and send this undead back to the grave for good, he didn't care if it was still hopping around for a while before dying.
However, this seemingly certain strike missed. In the nick of time, Jyrik's body erupted with a circle of lightning. This was the long-lost Ward, the predecessor of the Elemental Cloak. As a descendant inheriting Gauldur's magical talent, though not comparable to Shalidor, Jyrik was already excellent enough. Spellcasting was his instinct; even death couldn't take away this well-honed skill.
Jonas was knocked off balance again, landing crookedly on the ground. He twisted his body and charged, his offensive like a madman, yet bearing three parts of Simon's essence.
Jyrik raised his hand axe, a simple weapon with a handle no longer than two feet and a blade no longer than one foot one. Yet, it functioned like a tower shield, providing an impenetrable defense. This undead's mind wasn't completely rotten; he had merely been careless before. Now, fully unleashed, he could easily make a novice like Jonas cry out in pain.
Seeing that he was at a disadvantage in close combat, Jonas didn't hesitate. He decided to use seventy percent of his power, retreated a few steps, discarded his longsword, raised a barrier with one hand, and unleashed golden flames with the other. This Gauldur, as a Nord Draugr, had extremely strong resistance to frost elements, and with his mastery of lightning elements, he could be immune to a considerable degree of electrocution. Only fire could burn him.
Jyrik endured the scorching flames and suddenly raised his staff, striking Brelina, who was casting from above, with a bolt of lightning. Although it didn't actually break her armor, it certainly gave her a fright. The lightning in her hand paused, and the barrier flashed again. Jyrik's body, which had been burned to a thousand holes, rapidly regenerated.
Jonas immediately frowned and shouted to Brelina, "Concentrate! Just give me a small window of opportunity! It won't take long!"
The Dark Elf mage gritted her teeth and continued casting regardless.
Jyrik was about to repeat his trick when he saw Jonas charging like lightning, his palm raised like a blade.
They say the same move doesn't work on a master.
Jonas, however, didn't believe that.
If an enemy can't be killed with one strike, then strike again.
His Flight spell's force field was fully activated; he could break the sound barrier in a short time. The Dragon Soul Shield was full body armor, his palms like claws. The firmer his will, the sharper his blade.
He still remembered when he was in the monastery, his master unleashing a massive palm print, the fervent flames like a falling sun. That was heart force martial arts.
The secret had been told.
Believe in yourself. Feel the resonance. Mobilize heart force. Bind energy. Strike!
The dim cave was instantly covered in a blinding light. Brelina closed her eyes but didn't stop releasing lightning.
Jyrik let out a low, hoarse roar. He saw endless fire, like the sun rising on the horizon, scattering golden light across the world. The firelight crashed like a tide, and in a trance, he saw dragons roaring.
"Dovahkiin!"
The arrogant Jyrik was once again sent flying like straw in the wind. This time, he couldn't endure it.
With the death of the barrier's contractor, the turbulent wall instantly dissipated, and Brelina's spell struck directly at the floating black sphere.
Jonas gasped, dizzy, and saw brilliant azure patterns light up on the black sphere's surface. Gaps oozed with clear, soft light, like an exquisite piece of art.
What… what is this?
Brelina's lightning seemed to have activated this object. The gaps on its surface gradually widened, and its outer shell broke into a dozen willow-leaf-shaped segments, revolving around a brilliant blue sun at The Core.
A shockwave burst forth, like a meteor that shook the planet. All magic-sensitive individuals on Nirn noticed this extraordinary movement, and even the Daedric Princes in Oblivion felt a slight surprise.
"The eye of magnus… has it appeared?"
Simon had no time for idle chatter and hastily cast an Oblivion Gate, attempting to teleport to Jonas's side. However, he was not very familiar with the spell, and Saarthal had already become an area of magical turbulence, making teleportation even more difficult. Anxious, he picked up Serana and suddenly shot into the sky.
Ebony Arm stood there dumbfounded. "Uh, you haven't finished your…" He watched Simon soaring like a meteor across the sky and sullenly shut his mouth.
...
Brelina looked embarrassed. "Did I cause trouble?"
Tolfdir and Gannine reined in their excited, distorted expressions, forcing out gentle smiles. Their expressions were like discovering an imperial jade seal in an old toy box from childhood—not only priceless but also the highest symbol of power to command the world, a huge surprise that could elevate themselves and everyone around them to a state of ecstatic bliss.
"No, no, no, this is wonderful, absolutely incredible! Children, you are truly amazing! The College will regain its glory because of your discovery! This is fantastic! Fantastic! So, so, so…" Gannine babbled incoherently, frothing at the mouth. Tolfdir's crow's feet danced a passionate cha-cha, as if he were a live fish on a chopping block, full of vigor and hysteria.
Even an idiot could see how useful the activated eye of magnus was!
No one present was a fool; everyone was smiling brightly.
What could be happier than digging up a gold ingot? Digging up a gold mine, of course!
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