Chapter 108: Unspoken Grievances
Chapter 108: Unspoken Grievances
Mort was severely injured, and the small-town sheriff he had just encountered possessed a rare Radiant Stone weapon, which hindered the healing of his wounds. However, Mort knew that dealing with these ordinary people before him was a matter of seconds.
In the eyes of the Night Watchmen, they witnessed the black-robed figure clutching his abdomen with one hand while the other summoned a black flame. Then, with a flash, he rushed towards them.
"Loose arrows!"
A dense rain of arrows was unleashed upon the Black Flame Mage, Mort.
Mort swiftly dodged to the left and right, continuing his charge forward. Despite his injuries, he easily evaded the arrow shower, and not a single arrow from the over ten Night Watchmen hit their target!
Mort was now within striking distance. Although his stature wasn't particularly imposing, his aura felt like a dark cloud blocking out the sun before a storm, overwhelming the Night Watchmen.
Many of them were frozen in fear, unable to react for a moment, even forgetting to draw their longswords! Mort's eyes flickered with a hint of disdain, silently agreeing that ordinary people were indeed ordinary.
But the next moment, Mort instinctively sensed something amiss. As he drew closer, he could see through the gaps in the young man's plate helm and recognize his eyes.
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At that moment, Rain moved! Although he had severely injured his opponent with a single move, he was still wary of the other's Black Flame, so he had been intently watching the Black Flame Mage's face. When the man's expression clearly showed cowardice and his eyes darted around, Rain knew that his opponent had lost his fighting spirit.
So, unable to dodge, he could only take the hit head-on! "Haaahhhh!!!"
Rain muttered to himself.
However, both the injury to his abdomen and the inertia of his body made this nearly impossible.
At this moment, Rain slightly shook the Radiant Greatsword in his hand, gazing at the head that had stopped rolling, staring at the other's face filled with disbelief and horror, and the bulging eyes. He spoke softly,
Mort truly lived up to his reputation as a Black Flame Mage with the physical qualities of a full-fledged Knight, for even though he was heavily injured and had been hit by Rain's level 2 Roar Strike, he still managed to react in time.
If you want to blame someone, blame your boss! Mort thought.
The other's eyes were an uncommon black, but there was not a hint of fear or terror in them, instead, they were unusually calm! Calm like a stagnant pond, without even a ripple.
Mort's belly was full of complaints, but as his consciousness gradually faded, they ultimately vanished into nothingness.
The most prominent feature was Rain's swollen neck, as if his chest concealed a steam locomotive's engine, and his neck was the whistle, about to release a massive burst of heat!
But suddenly, Mort's pupils constricted, as if he had seen something incredible! Rain's body suddenly swelled and grew, transforming from a slightly short stature to a towering two-meter-tall man in an instant. The Knight Plate Armor that had initially appeared slightly oversized now seemed exceedingly 'petite' on his massive frame.
Additionally, this large-scale sonic attack was the most uncounterable, unless... your speed surpassed the speed of sound! But clearly, even if Mort's body was unharmed, he was far from reaching that speed.
This was a sense of security derived from a comrade's formidable strength!
"Swoosh, swoosh!"
Mort racked his brains but couldn't understand why the other also possessed an extremely rare Radiant Stone Weapon, as if it were specifically prepared for him.
He had just felt that stinging pain in his lower abdomen.
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Hurry up! Faster!
If that's the case, then it's not impossible to fight back!
A long, narrow scar appeared on his back, starting from the right shoulder blade and slanting down to the left waist, piercing the entire length of his back. The wound emitted a sizzling sound as if it were being seared.
Rain couldn't help this; the Roar Strike was an area-of-effect attack, and the sonic wave naturally couldn't differentiate between friend and foe, so it was inevitable that some friendly fire would occur.
At this point, Mort also snapped back to his senses, but the reasons mentioned above were no longer important.
"A Radiant Stone Weapon!!!"
What truly horrified him, however, was the radiant light that slashed towards him.
Mort's Knight Armor was dented and battered, and he held a steel shield that was half-destroyed, his arm gripping it was drenched in blood. The only thing that could be seen clearly was his right hand holding a Knight Sword, looking pitifully beaten by the Black Robe Practitioner.
It was the right hand that Mort had just raised, about to launch an attack!
A minute-long 'Power Surge', but he had only used three seconds.
A severed arm surrounded by Black Flame flew through the air once more, and Mort stumbled and fell to the ground.
As the Night Watchmen stood there, stunned like wooden chickens, gazing at the scene before them, a familiar figure rushed down the road nearby.
"My apologies, I couldn't hold back because your Black Flame is too dangerous."
"Don't you know how significant it is to capture you alive? You're such a fool!"
Since that's the case, I'll send you back to the Goddess's embrace first.
But Mort felt his body lighten, as if something had been removed, and he narrowly avoided that radiant light! "Slap!"
It was a pity; he didn't know what the other was about to say, but it was likely some sort of curse or insult. Rain thought.
He needed to strike unexpectedly, heavily wounding his opponent, so that the other's injuries would be compounded, and the situation would be settled! Mort's pupils reflected the surroundings of the evening, as well as the faces of the Night Watchmen before him, all of them expressing shock, fear, and disbelief! No, there was one exception!
Could this all be a trap, a plot specifically targeting him? Rain, however, did not pursue, instead, he quickly dismounted his horse, for it had been paralyzed by the sonic wave from his Roar Strike.
This caused everyone to shift their gaze from Hamilton to the beheaded Black Robe Practitioner and the unharmed Rain standing beside him.
Chapter end
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