Calant felt his blood boiling as soon as he heard the words “legacy spell and I will crush it” in the same sentence.
A big force normally doesn’t appear out of nowhere, years of accumulation, talented individuals, good management and luck, that’s how strong families are built, although they might be some… exceptions.
A legacy spell is a spell that was created and has been perfectioned by at least twenty generations, if you add to that the fact that the lifespan of Arch ranks which tend to be the peak of strength for those of noble birth, can be counted on the thousands of years.
Then you can imagine how much thought, experimentation, review, redo and realization, does a legacy spell require, the result is often the foundation of a big family as there is an upgraded version of the same spell for upper realms.
The spell used by Caleb for example “Silk World” has a limited range in the form of the cocoon, but that inconvenient is eliminated for the advanced version used by mage lords, as well as adding more properties once the user becomes an Archmage.
In other words, legacy spells can face Daimon’s skills as they also “level up”, the difference is that they are created manually through the years while the skills naturally evolve after meeting their respective requirements.
There are also divisions among legacy spells, those which have been reviewed more times are naturally superior, and they are all in the hands of those families which have had half emperors since that realm was discovered.
That’s why Calant was furious, a descendant from a family which has never had a half emperor is demanding him to use the spell reserved for the one who will inherit his Allier family, he was basically looked with disdain.
Also using it against someone which isn’t in the top five meant he was as “trash” as his younger brother, the problem is that unlike Caleb he didn’t focus into illusion spells, but close combat mixed with surprise attacks, so besides that and other metal element spells he could only use legacy spells of his family.
And Caleb already showed silk world to everyone so he had only one option left, while gritting his teeth and swearing to wash off this humiliation with blood, he inwardly shouted.
“Silk Centurion”.
Under the expectant eyes of the students and the proud gaze of the Allier ancestor, little pieces of Calant’s hair separated from him before they became perfect copies of him.
From the skybox of the elite class Daimon finally showed a mall tinge of interest in Calant.
“If I don’t use enough mana in my infinity eyes, those copies would appear to be exactly as him, not bad but expected since it’s a legacy spell”, he thought.
Shape, smell, mana, even shadow, the copies were really similar as Calant, the shape was the basic illusion of the Allier family, as for the smell and mana, these copies were created with his hair and other silk so they were like a part of Calant and after being showered in his mana for such a long time they also contained mana, the shadow was probably created with the same illusion that created the shape though.
Unfortunately, no matter how much they resembled and even shared mana which would probably confuse even Yvonne’s vision, Daimon’s infinity eyes could see things that even Calant himself couldn’t, his mana circuits.
So, he just adjusted the infinity eyes and immediately identified the real Calant, of course it might sound easy, but considering not even half emperors could map the mana circuits in other people’s bodies without direct contact, and even then, the image will be vague and inexact, this spell was worthy to be called a legacy spell.
The Allier ancestor proudly smiled seeing his son using the spell silk centurion, illusions of living beings were harder to master than inanimate objects, that’s why the second legacy spell, silk world was created.
While Caleb could only create one illusion of himself within the cocoon, Calant created exactly one hundred copies with the same mana, scent, shape, and even shadow as him, unfortunately he couldn’t use the spell at its maximum as magic treasures besides one weapon and armor were banned, but it was still a good advantage.
Back at the platform all the “Calants” turned to see Gina at the same time, then everyone of them changed a piece of their armor into a different weapon, some used part of the chest plate, others the armor of the arm, the remaining armor of the leg etc.
The weapons produced were also different, swords, spears, maces, hammers and other kinds of weapons with different lengths sizes, it was basically an army ready to drown Gina in a sea of metal.
Stella saw that from the skybox of the vice principals and she showed a slight tinge of worriedness, which disappeared as soon as she saw Gina sticking the ice trident into the ground.
“Is she giving up?”, wondered the students in the stands, but again they didn’t blame her, all those copies looked quite real and all those different weapons would make you fail at the moment of dodging or blocking, so continuing with this fight was just asking to be wounded, or that’s what they believed.
Under the surprised eye of everyone, Gina’s nails changed to become claws, unlike the large and imposing ones of the Jolbaris or the Argent, hers were shorter like the ones of a cat, but there was also another difference… blood was dripping from them.
Apparently, her claws wounded herself when she used them, so they weren’t fit for combat which explained why she created a weapon with ice.
Feeling that something was off, Calant immediately ordered all his copies to attack while also moved, this fight was lasting more than what he expected.
Calant’s copies rushed from all sides towards Gina, from both sides, the front and the back, some of then even jumped to attack from above, she was basically surrounded.
Behind the ice mask Gina disdainfully smiled, she took her trident from the ground and then with her as the center waves of mana ran rampant through the whole platform.
The spectators saw Gina took her weapon and then little crystal-like red shards appeared all over the arena, then as if she foresaw it, she placed the trident on her back and blocked a specific spear from one of the many Calants.
“Clang!”, the sound of metals colliding made sure that was a real spear, without any rest she rolled her trident and this time blocked a sword which was stabbing her from the side followed by a mace which came from above and lastly a hammer which aimed at her right leg.
Gina then jumped in the air avoiding the metal spikes which appeared out of the ground, and with a disdainful smirk behind her mask, she twisted her body to the right dodging a metal arrow.
“Bullshit!”, all the Calants opened their mouths and shouted feeling outraged, as all his attacks were dodged, but he didn’t give up, more copies wielding different weapons jumped towards Gina.
“Clang~Clang~Clang”, sounds of metal colliding echoed through the arena, Gina ignored some of the attacks while she blocked others, as she landed safely on the ground, her trident was a bit worn out but she simply passed her hand all over its surface and the cracks were repaired.
“Whoosh!”, she suddenly arched backwards avoiding a scythe which appeared out of nowhere a couple of centimeters from her chest, then without a second of delay she used the momentum to throw the trident which pierced through a lot of Calants, until it hit one which was standing almost at the end of the one hundred army.
“Arghhh!”.
A loud scream filled the arena followed by blood spilling on the platform, then all the copies immediately disappeared leaving behind only pieces of silk and a few metal weapons spread around.
While Gina was still standing in the same spot, Calant was now laying on the platform with a trident piercing his waist, out of all the armor which used to cover him he only had the chest plate remaining, there was a small pool of blood forming below him, but what truly made him look miserable was his twisted expression.
“What the hell are you, how could you see through my perfect illusions!”, he shouted.
Gina started walking towards Calant, the ice mask she was using shattered on the way revealing her pretty face which was a bit pale as there was a faint thread of blood coming from his lips.
Still, she was calm and composed as she approached her opponent, another trident formed in her hands which she pointed at Calant as soon as she was within its reach.
Then without answering to Calant’s question nor caring about the fact that he seemed to be about to suffer a mental breakdown, she said just two things.
“Say the words”, she said as she dodged sidewards avoiding a metal whip with razors which was aimed at her face.
Calant nearly lost it but as he was about to surrender, Gina stabbed the trident into his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.
“Aghhh… you bitch!!!”, besides screaming due to the pain he cursed her from the bottom of his heart, while he tried to retaliate, spikes of metal emerged from the ground below Gina, but she simply stuck the prongs of the trident into the platform making it freeze and shattering the metal spikes in the process.
Calant’s eyes were bloodshot, no matter what he did he didn’t even land one attack on her, his face was twisted making his previous gallant image shatter into pieces.
Gina didn’t show any reaction towards his words, instead of that a third trident formed in her hands but as she was about to stab it on his other shoulder a cold voice in an accusatory tone filled the stadium.
“I’m also interested in how we reached this conclusion, Argent matriarch, I can’t help but suspect of the usage of a forbidden spell in this match, since not even the famous eyes of the night sparrow clan can see through the silk centurion legacy spell of my Allier family”.
Gina raised her head to see the origin of the voice, a man which was quite similar to Calant, sitting on the area where the half emperors were enjoying the tournament, Sawyer Allier, the ancestor of the Allier family and Calant’s father.
