The knights that accompanied Elena were no pushovers. The ambush and the dangerous Dead Ends notwithstanding, they responded swiftly and accordingly.Ten of them raised their shields, which started to let out a strong golden radiance. The brilliant energy fused together and deflected the descending large volume of water.It was then that the identity of the three assassins was revealed.Special Agent Katrina, Captain of the Secret Intelligence Team ‘Edward Orland’, and the renowned Healer ‘Jan’.The knights maintained a defensive formation as the shield--wielding ones took the front and protected their leader.Meanwhile, Elena waved her staff and cast a blinding spell that exploded toward the three assassins.Katrina jumped toward the magic and swung her new weapon, the Shadow Blade. It was a jet-black katana with a rough handle and an ominous shadowy matter glued to its sharp edge.It significantly boosted its user’s physical capabilities and protected her from the Archmagus’ retalia
The 1st Legion, led by the Knight Commander ‘George Mullen’, rejoined with the 3rd Legion led by Elena Whitefort.Fortunately, the Archmagus ensured that there were no casualties. She even dealt with the Dead Ends barring their way.However, when she returned to the camp, she collapsed and had to be healed and monitored regularly.Only after 5 days did she wake up, welcomed by the face of her old friend, George.“Took you long enough!”He helped her sit up, a shit-eating grin plastered on his beard.George was a burly man with a bushy beard, a pair of gentle eyes, and a pair of thick eyebrows. He was a stalwart man, loyal and highly-respected in the Empire.He was the Knight Commander, in charge of the 1st legion and, to a certain extent, the one in charge of all the Empire’s armies. “Ugh… I still feel sick!”“What did you expect? You used Kethra’s Verses. As the Master of the Soul Magic Pillar, you of all people should know that that artifact affects the user’s soul.”Elena shrugged
It was obvious that the group of people drinking in the tavern were a clique. The moment the housewife at the counter changed her attitude, they got to their feet and looked at the hooded newcomer with visible hostility.“There’s no need to resort to violence. I’m not here to cause trouble.”Hoping to avoid a conflict, Zeke raised his hands and faced the crowd of scary-looking middle-aged men. He wasn’t afraid of getting attacked, but if the situation were to escalate, he would have to retaliate and consequently reveal his identity.He might not be as famous as the Archmagus and wouldn’t be recognized by normal civilians, however, he was more worried about the types of individuals who had eyes and ears everywhere. The people who would catch his scent and labor to make things difficult.“How about Venzo Fekhyr, anyone knows his whereabouts?”The atmosphere got more intense and only an unsettling silence followed Zeke’s question. At last, one of the burly men, dressed in ragged clothe
The night was going to be long not only in the Imperial Capital but also in the Nezulian Republic, specifically its Western border.Elena Whitefort and George Mullen, leading the 1st and 3rd legions, launched a full-scale attack in the dead of the night.The army, numbering over 40,000 soldiers, made up of Knights, swordsmen, and mages, marched together. More than 5,000 cavalry knights were at the front, galloping at high speed as they formed a perfect circle and used large white shields.The shields let out a brilliant light, soon forming an even bigger magical shield that protected the entire army from the assault of the fast jets.Missiles kept raining down on the large army, but none hit. Quite the opposite, in fact, as the Archmagus used her long-ranged spells to take one aircraft after the other.After an hour, 26 military jets were destroyed and no more appeared in the night sky. What was left was the small army of the Republicans. They had dozens of large tanks, military arm
Zeke dove into the sewers right under the Commercial District and disposed of any cultist in his way. He didn’t need to resort to any skills, let alone ‘Voltage King’. His superior physical prowess allowed him to eliminate them with one or two hits.It took him 20 minutes of thorough searching to find a hidden entrance from which three Ascetic Blasphemers slipped from.The three, unsuspecting to stumble upon an enemy right there, were mercilessly killed within a couple of breaths.Zeke crouched down and inspected the tunnel before sliding inside and soon falling into a long corridor. There was an unpleasant noise of the constantly ringing alarm, but he paid it no heed and marched toward a random direction.As he didn’t know the layout of the base, he had to aimlessly wander. Unfortunately, both the Ascetic Blasphemers and the Blood Dusk Society had great numbers, so Zeke would encounter a couple of them every now and then.At some point, he reached a small intersection in which the t
While Archmagus Robert and co were forcing their way deep into the base of the Ascetic Blasphemers, Red Mask Fanti Fan remained in his laboratory, watching the hatching egg with eagerness and slight trepidation.“It’s almost out!”With clenched fists and wide-open eyes, the scientist was standing next to the egg and impatiently waiting for the creature to get out.Jennifer could feel the sinister and familiar energy of Proto-Demons emit from the egg. The heart beating with the egg was pulsating with dangerous quantities of Aether, mixed with another foreign type of energy.Amidst the tense silence, Harold Orland, who pacing around anxiously, suddenly looked to the entrance and, out of instinct, jumped back.He landed next to the cage in which the Witcher was imprisoned in.At that exact moment, a rapid silhouette charged from the corridor and smashed Eve’s head.The girl had no time to react as head was grabbed by a hand and then smashed to the ground. The assailant then kicked her bo
Voltage currents emanated from Zeke’s fingers and struck the bounds incapacitating Jennifer. The metal locks were easily blocked and her power was finally restored.However, there was no emotional reunion as Jennifer suddenly extended her hand and pushed Zeke to the side, a dark green blast of energy was unleashing.She blocked a big spear made of white flames, which was cast by Eve. The girl had appeared next to her creator and was firing one spell after the other.Zeke, who realized what was happening, inwardly snorted and switched back to the offensive.He wasn’t in the mood to prolong this, and while Eve was stronger than the other children, she still wasn’t his match. An illusory syringe pieced his shoulder and injected a magical fluid into his body, subsequently boosting his stats.‘Self-Injection’‘Voltage Rune’‘Over-Drive’.His body flashed with a blinding azure light before it let out a booming sound, seemingly breaking the sound barrier. The shock wave extinguished Jennifer
It took Kleya, Robert, Fin, and Sarah half an hour to navigate the large underground base of the Ascetic Blasphemers and reach the lowest floor. Kleya’s objective was to find and rescue Jennifer Savbra, however, since she couldn’t separate from the group, she stuck with them until they reached the final place: A dimly-lit circular room with engraving and runes on the ground, forming seemingly ritualistic symbols, specifically belonging to Black Magic.There were no enemies stationed there, only the high-ranked members of the organization.At the center of the room, in the middle of a large bloody circle drawn on top of the runes, stood a man wearing a wooden white mask. He had the three remaining Red Masks positioned around him, their arms extended and pouring Aether into the ground.“To be visited by such an illustrious company.” The White Mask, albeit acting nonchalant, sounded slightly anxious. Strong as he might be, he still had his limits. If it were only the Nightmare Witch o