Chapter 13 A Bloody Battle with the Killer
Those who stayed in the mercenary guild were the elite of the three major mercenary groups. Almost at the same time that the signal exploded, everyone was ready to set off, only waiting for the command of their respective leaders to set off.
Ulysses walked out of the room after Yabu, the leader of Raging Fire. Without any extra words or actions, the three leaders just waved their hands to signal the start of their actions. For tonight's action, they had formulated a careful plan already, and all they had to do now was to act according to the plan. Since there was only one enemy this time, Ulysses was assigned to the last team, protected by Kanka and Hal. Being protected by two deputy leaders, it could be seen that the three leaders attach great importance to Ulysses, this light mage.
The place where the signal flare was fired was actually not far from the mercenary guild. It only took Ulysses twenty minutes to get to the scene. However, even though Ulysses had already prepared, he was shocked by the blood at the scene. An indescribable feeling of nausea kept churning in his stomach and almost made him vomit out; many mercenaries around him had already vomited.
Corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses everywhere. On the roadside, on the trees, under the eaves, on the roof, there are corpses everywhere as far as the eyes could see. And no corpse was intact. All the corpses were scattered like ragdolls that had been damaged, with body parts everywhere, as if they had been thrown away at random. Ulysses saw many familiar faces in those corpses. They had greeted him with a smile in the mercenary guild not long ago. At that time, they were all living beings who were hopeful for the future, but now they were all cold corpses.
In the middle of all the corpses, the masked man in torn black clothes was pulling a short sword from the heart of a swordsman in heavy armor. Ulysses knew that swordsman. He was one of the masters in Taji City, a level six swordsman. He was not a member of the three major mercenary groups, but a lone mercenary who liked to keep to himself. This time it must be because he thought that he had the ability to take down the killer alone, and after the signal flare, he rushed to the scene earlier than Ulysses and others. But unexpectedly, he died tragically at the hands of the killer.
After pulling out the sword, the masked man did not immediately attack Ulysses and the others. Instead, he swung the sword a few times at lightning speed and chopped the body of the level six swordsman into more than ten pieces with his armor. Blood spurted frantically from the fragments of the swordsman's corpse, and soaked the masked man's whole body.
"First team! Warriors! Shields up! Second team! Get Ready! Archers! Take aim! Mages ready your magic." Many people were shocked by the blood, but the three experienced leaders of mercenary groups soon returned to normal and began to call out loudly to the mercenaries who were frightened.
With the shouts of the three leaders, the mercenaries who were frightened by the blood at the scene also recovered one by one. After all, they were the elite troops of the three major mercenary groups. All of them were brave people. The reason for the gaffe this time was just because the situation they had seen this time was really appalling. In a short time, they lined up the formation ordered by their leaders. This formation was commonly used by mercenary groups to deal with high-level magic beasts. The shields used by the first row of warriors were the kind of large tower shield used to defend the city. This large shield made of pure steel could completely block the front of the shield holder. Although the shield holder could not see the front, it could provide excellent defense for the archers and mages behind, whether it was a high-level magic beast's magic or breath, it would be difficult to pass this row of shield walls. And if the magic beast directly attacked the shield wall, the warrior in the second row would attack the magic beast with a spear or other long weapons to force the magic beast away. There had been at least thousands of high-level magic beasts that died in this formation.
"Attack!!" The three leaders issued orders at the same time.
The archers were the first to attack. Hundreds of arrows blocked all the escape routes of the masked man almost instantly. Under such an intensive attack, it was impossible for anyone to be unscathed. In addition, among the hundreds of arrows that flew towards him, many were poisoned arrows, and there were even a few valuable magic arrows. Even if a level seven magic beast was shot by these arrows at the same time, it was bound to die.
The next attack wave was mages. Out of hatred for the masked man's indiscriminate killing of the innocent, almost all mages used their most powerful magic. The Fire Blast and the Wind Blade Dance, the two strongest attacking magic of the level four magic, had become the first choice of the mages in Raging Gale and Raging Fire. Orange colored red fireballs and cyan colored wind blades flew towards the masked man from everywhere. The combined power of these magics was enough to razor this street.
To everyone's surprise in the mercenary groups, the masked man neither dodged nor unleashed battle energy to resist these attacks. To be precise, he didn't respond to these attacks at all. There was no fluctuation in the eyes exposed on the mask full of holes, as if it were just a breeze blowing towards him. In those eyes, there was only blood and killing.
In an instant, the masked man was shot with countless arrows, making him look like a hedgehog. Among them, several magic arrows even penetrated his body, leaving several holes in his body.
With a loud bang, all of mages’ magic hit the masked man. The masked man hit by the magic instantly turned into a sea of flames, and a huge explosion occurred at the same time. The violent explosion drove everyone back more than ten steps.
It succeeded. Almost all the mercenaries present came to this conclusion in their minds, and some mercenaries had even lowered their weapons. Indeed, no matter from which angle, under such a terrifying attack, the killer was absolutely crushed and could not still exist in this world. But Ulysses didn't think so. In his opinion, this level of attack may not be enough to take down the masked man with the immortal body, and the leaders of the three major mercenary groups also had a solemn expression. Obviously, they had also found that something was amiss.
From the sea of flames came the footsteps that made all the mercenaries present in disbelief. The masked man walked out of the fiercely burning sea of fire. Walking out of the sea of flames, he no longer looked like a "human" at all. Except for the mask, his clothes had been burned out. There was no place on the exposed body that was without wounds. The muscles on the wounds were blue-gray, which was familiar to Ulysses, and they were all recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It was more than ten times faster than the last time he saw it. The arrow sticks all over his body were burned up in the sea of fire. The stainless steel arrowheads left in his body were squeezed out by the muscles of the wound under his terrifying recovery force, and fell to the ground with a crispy sound.
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