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Chapter 253
chapter 230 part 2
The air fell silent.
*Swoosh! Swoosh!*
The two Flame Archangels beat their wings and instantly shot forward like wolves into a flock of sheep. With every swing of their flame swords, a mercenary's life was taken.
Terrified screams shattered the brief silence!
The Level 21 Flame Archangels were simply not something these ordinary mercenaries could handle.
At the very top of the nearby small hill, *Thud!*
Captain Fikampa took a step back, his foot landing on a loose stone. His previously ferocious and savage face now showed terror. "That's... an Angel... a summoned monster. He can actually summon two at once."
"Re-retreat..."
No wonder the Mithril-rank adventurer team, Rainbow, was completely wiped out.
Dammit!
To think that genius alchemist possessed such a method, such a team...
Damn that Adventurer's Guild!
"Bastard."
Captain Fikampa took another step back, the thought of retreat blooming on his face. The strength displayed by those two Flame Archangels was truly terrifying.
He had just noticed that even when five or six men ganged up on it, they couldn't inflict any effective damage on that Flame Archangel monster; instead, they were easily killed.
These mercenary members were no slouches.
Even if Captain Fikampa didn't care about his subordinates' casualties, he understood that against such a powerful enemy, numbers no longer held any advantage.
An Evil Spirit Hound far stronger than a normal one! A green-haired girl who was a third-tier magic chanter. A genius alchemist who could summon two third-tier angel monsters.
A team of such strong individuals... unless they had an equal number of strong individuals of the same level, it was impossible to fight them with the advantage of ordinary numbers.
Even if they ultimately achieved victory, few from the entire Death Spreading Sword Corps would survive, let alone secure the Empire's Bounty.
After a brief analysis of the pros and cons, Captain Fikampa made the most correct choice at the moment, roaring with a twisted face, "Everyone, retre—"
*Slap!*
A large, rough hand clamped down on Captain Fikampa's shoulder, forcibly cutting him off.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Captain."
Brain cracked his tight neck, his previous laziness completely gone, his gaze burning as he looked down below.
So his ability is to summon angels.
I've finally figured out the intelligence!
The reason for this genius alchemist's great reputation, aside from the high bounty from the Empire, was that he had created a unique method of brewing potions using demi-human blood.
Brain had no interest whatsoever in making potions or anything of the sort.
But he knew that being able to brew potions with demi-human blood required not only superb alchemical skill but also a certain level of strength.
Otherwise, demi-human blood wouldn't be so easy to obtain.
A warrior's sharp intuition allowed him to sense the strength of those two Flame Archangels; they were at a level that even he would have to take seriously.
A specialized summoning-type magic chanter... this was the first time he'd encountered one!
Brain's blood was already boiling.
After his defeat at the hands of Gazef, he craved battle with any type of strong individual. Only by satisfying his ravenous will to fight could he become stronger.
"I don't care about the rest. Just keep that green-haired magic chanter busy," Brain said calmly, his brown eyes fixed on Captain Fikampa.
Captain Fikampa felt a chill run down his spine and hastily replied, "Alright!"
"Pah."
Brain spat out the toothpick in his mouth and started walking step-by-step down the slope of the small hill toward the road below.
Though he looked sloppy and lazy, as he walked, his entire demeanor began to change distinctly.
Like a beast that had finally awoken and begun to hunt its prey!
On the empty road, the corpses of numerous mercenary group members lay scattered about. Of the more than forty men, only a dozen or so remained, huddled together and barely holding on.
The screams and the bloody scent wafting through the air were crystal clear to Brain's senses.
And yet, at this moment, as Brain gazed at the scene before him, a random, idle thought popped into his head: "The gap is so obvious, it's almost jarring."
They were the ones who launched the surprise attack, and they had the superior numbers, yet they were the ones being steadily beaten back, looking as if they could be routed at any moment.
For most people, this would indeed be a jarring scene, but in Brain's eyes, it couldn't be more normal.
Because this was reality!
The reason it felt jarring and unbelievable was that ordinary people simply couldn't comprehend such power.
Most people have no talent. Even adventurers and masters who seem amazing in the eyes of ordinary people were, in Brain's view, just regular people who knew how to throw a punch.
Only when one reached his level would they understand the gap between them.
"It's Mr. Brain!"
"We're saved!"
With Brain's appearance, the eyes of the despairing mercenary group members began to shine with renewed hope.
Brain?
On the carriage, a glint appeared in Tang Zheng's eyes as he noticed the sloppy, blue-haired figure.
"So, these people are from the Death Spreading Sword Corps."
Tang Zheng finally understood the origin of these attackers. "To meet again so unexpectedly."
He sighed with a strange sense of emotion.
Tang Zheng still remembered the last time he had seen him, on the combat stage of the Royal Audience Combat Trial.
Back then, he had been sitting at the very edge of the viewing platform, marveling at the combat skills of Gazef and Brain, unable to even clearly see their movements.
Now—
"Let's see how much you've grown in the past half-year."
*Thump! Thump!*
Seeing the mercenaries start to gather around him upon his arrival, Brain frowned and said coldly, "All of you, get lost!"
Hmm!
The moment Brain finished speaking, he raised an eyebrow and his hand, which was gripping the hilt, instantly drew the sword.
*CLANG—*
A heavy impact sound exploded in mid-air.
"Hey, hey, has no one ever told you not to interrupt when someone is speaking?"
Brain pressed down on his sword hilt with one hand, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. "Ah, I forgot. You're just a beast."
The gleaming sword blade continuously scraped against the bone chain, producing a harsh, grating sound.
"Roar!"
The Evil Spirit Hound roared, maneuvering the bone chain to bend in mid-air, bypassing the sword blade to whip viciously forward.
Faced with the bone chain, which shifted and whipped about in mid-air, making its attack route difficult to track.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Brain merely flicked his eyes, and with a single-handed swing, his longsword and the bone chain clashed repeatedly!
The dazzling exchange of blows made the surviving mercenaries cry out in amazement and roar with excitement.
(end of chapter)
The air fell silent.
*Swoosh! Swoosh!*
The two Flame Archangels beat their wings and instantly shot forward like wolves into a flock of sheep. With every swing of their flame swords, a mercenary's life was taken.
Terrified screams shattered the brief silence!
The Level 21 Flame Archangels were simply not something these ordinary mercenaries could handle.
At the very top of the nearby small hill, *Thud!*
Captain Fikampa took a step back, his foot landing on a loose stone. His previously ferocious and savage face now showed terror. "That's... an Angel... a summoned monster. He can actually summon two at once."
"Re-retreat..."
No wonder the Mithril-rank adventurer team, Rainbow, was completely wiped out.
Dammit!
To think that genius alchemist possessed such a method, such a team...
Damn that Adventurer's Guild!
"Bastard."
Captain Fikampa took another step back, the thought of retreat blooming on his face. The strength displayed by those two Flame Archangels was truly terrifying.
He had just noticed that even when five or six men ganged up on it, they couldn't inflict any effective damage on that Flame Archangel monster; instead, they were easily killed.
These mercenary members were no slouches.
Even if Captain Fikampa didn't care about his subordinates' casualties, he understood that against such a powerful enemy, numbers no longer held any advantage.
An Evil Spirit Hound far stronger than a normal one! A green-haired girl who was a third-tier magic chanter. A genius alchemist who could summon two third-tier angel monsters.
A team of such strong individuals... unless they had an equal number of strong individuals of the same level, it was impossible to fight them with the advantage of ordinary numbers.
Even if they ultimately achieved victory, few from the entire Death Spreading Sword Corps would survive, let alone secure the Empire's Bounty.
After a brief analysis of the pros and cons, Captain Fikampa made the most correct choice at the moment, roaring with a twisted face, "Everyone, retre—"
*Slap!*
A large, rough hand clamped down on Captain Fikampa's shoulder, forcibly cutting him off.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Captain."
Brain cracked his tight neck, his previous laziness completely gone, his gaze burning as he looked down below.
So his ability is to summon angels.
I've finally figured out the intelligence!
The reason for this genius alchemist's great reputation, aside from the high bounty from the Empire, was that he had created a unique method of brewing potions using demi-human blood.
Brain had no interest whatsoever in making potions or anything of the sort.
But he knew that being able to brew potions with demi-human blood required not only superb alchemical skill but also a certain level of strength.
Otherwise, demi-human blood wouldn't be so easy to obtain.
A warrior's sharp intuition allowed him to sense the strength of those two Flame Archangels; they were at a level that even he would have to take seriously.
A specialized summoning-type magic chanter... this was the first time he'd encountered one!
Brain's blood was already boiling.
After his defeat at the hands of Gazef, he craved battle with any type of strong individual. Only by satisfying his ravenous will to fight could he become stronger.
"I don't care about the rest. Just keep that green-haired magic chanter busy," Brain said calmly, his brown eyes fixed on Captain Fikampa.
Captain Fikampa felt a chill run down his spine and hastily replied, "Alright!"
"Pah."
Brain spat out the toothpick in his mouth and started walking step-by-step down the slope of the small hill toward the road below.
Though he looked sloppy and lazy, as he walked, his entire demeanor began to change distinctly.
Like a beast that had finally awoken and begun to hunt its prey!
On the empty road, the corpses of numerous mercenary group members lay scattered about. Of the more than forty men, only a dozen or so remained, huddled together and barely holding on.
The screams and the bloody scent wafting through the air were crystal clear to Brain's senses.
And yet, at this moment, as Brain gazed at the scene before him, a random, idle thought popped into his head: "The gap is so obvious, it's almost jarring."
They were the ones who launched the surprise attack, and they had the superior numbers, yet they were the ones being steadily beaten back, looking as if they could be routed at any moment.
For most people, this would indeed be a jarring scene, but in Brain's eyes, it couldn't be more normal.
Because this was reality!
The reason it felt jarring and unbelievable was that ordinary people simply couldn't comprehend such power.
Most people have no talent. Even adventurers and masters who seem amazing in the eyes of ordinary people were, in Brain's view, just regular people who knew how to throw a punch.
Only when one reached his level would they understand the gap between them.
"It's Mr. Brain!"
"We're saved!"
With Brain's appearance, the eyes of the despairing mercenary group members began to shine with renewed hope.
Brain?
On the carriage, a glint appeared in Tang Zheng's eyes as he noticed the sloppy, blue-haired figure.
"So, these people are from the Death Spreading Sword Corps."
Tang Zheng finally understood the origin of these attackers. "To meet again so unexpectedly."
He sighed with a strange sense of emotion.
Tang Zheng still remembered the last time he had seen him, on the combat stage of the Royal Audience Combat Trial.
Back then, he had been sitting at the very edge of the viewing platform, marveling at the combat skills of Gazef and Brain, unable to even clearly see their movements.
Now—
"Let's see how much you've grown in the past half-year."
*Thump! Thump!*
Seeing the mercenaries start to gather around him upon his arrival, Brain frowned and said coldly, "All of you, get lost!"
Hmm!
The moment Brain finished speaking, he raised an eyebrow and his hand, which was gripping the hilt, instantly drew the sword.
*CLANG—*
A heavy impact sound exploded in mid-air.
"Hey, hey, has no one ever told you not to interrupt when someone is speaking?"
Brain pressed down on his sword hilt with one hand, his sharp gaze fixed ahead. "Ah, I forgot. You're just a beast."
The gleaming sword blade continuously scraped against the bone chain, producing a harsh, grating sound.
"Roar!"
The Evil Spirit Hound roared, maneuvering the bone chain to bend in mid-air, bypassing the sword blade to whip viciously forward.
Faced with the bone chain, which shifted and whipped about in mid-air, making its attack route difficult to track.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Brain merely flicked his eyes, and with a single-handed swing, his longsword and the bone chain clashed repeatedly!
The dazzling exchange of blows made the surviving mercenaries cry out in amazement and roar with excitement.
(end of chapter)
