Chapter 463 Attack Spell <TOC> Chapter 465 Saladin
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“Did you forget this?” Angel showed the bracelet on his wrist.
“Almost forgot, your invisibility ability… It’s pretty much at the wizard level. Even the old witch couldn’t find you, let alone those apprentices.” Shadow nodded, jokingly saying, “I think you could hide to the very end just by relying on your invisibility. It seems I was worried about you for nothing.”
Speaking of Isabella, Angel also thought of Gloria from Black Castle. Now that Isabelle has returned to the Southern Region, it is already well known, so Gloria should not expose herself to the vortex and should have already left, right?
When Angel asked about Black Castle, Shadow looked puzzled: “Logically speaking, Isabelle’s return should draw everyone’s attention to Black Castle, but for some reason, the news about Black Castle is very obscure. I asked many people, but none of them knew what happened to Black Castle. Later, I even asked Lord Sabo, but he didn’t get any news either. Both Lady Isabelle and the old witch seem to be isolated from the outside world.”
“However, Lady Gloria should have already left. I received news that Lady Felicia has already returned to the Butterfly Bar, and not long ago, the Butterfly Bar even flew to Sky Mechanical City.”
With Felicia leaving, she would undoubtedly take Gloria with her. Angel only needed to know that Gloria was safe now, and he would no longer ask any further questions.
The two chatted for a while, and Shadow gave a detailed description of the characteristics and strength estimates of the genius students of the various organizations that had come this time before stopping.
“I remember you said before that you seemed to have something to ask me?” Shadow asked.
Angel nodded, “I want you to help me inquire about someone.”
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Not long after Shadow left, a messenger sent an address.
—”93 Champagne Road, Woodrow Bar.”
Angel wrote down the address, put on a black cloak with a large hood, and went out.
With the hood on, hiding his face in the darkness, Angel followed the map drawn by Shadow and walked towards the Champagne Road in the main city area.
This time when he went out, he clearly felt the tense atmosphere on the streets. Not to mention the increased number of magic eyes floating in the sky, the reduced number of ordinary people on the road, and the increased number of unidentified wizard apprentices, all of which revealed some clues.
More than half a month was left before the Purification Garden opened, and the Mechanical City had entered a state of martial law. Previously, it was forbidden to release offensive abilities in the main city area, but now anyone using extraordinary abilities in the main city area, whether defensive, offensive, or auxiliary, would be monitored by magic eyes.
If a conflict occurred, they would be taken away directly by the guard apprentices.
Under such strict security measures, Angel thought the safety within the city would be much better. However, that was not the case. Just during the stage when Angel was heading to Champagne Road, he discovered several conflicts.
Most of them were just verbal disputes, but the guard apprentices didn’t care whether it was verbal or not; they would come up without asking further questions and handcuff the offenders.
But there were also real fights… For example, not far from Angel, a sudden conflict broke out at a crossroad.
Angel had never seen the two sides fighting, but the unrestrained magical aura emanating from them suggested that neither side was easy to deal with.
Standing on the left side was a massive figure, four meters tall, covered in large, ferocious muscles riddled with veins. He was shirtless, wearing a primitive tribal loincloth, and his face was covered with a mask engraved with patterns.
What was most peculiar was that on the giant’s shoulder sat a girl dressed in a similarly primitive tribal style, wearing a bare-midriff outfit. The girl had a cute face, with two pigtails pointing up, three brightly colored paint streaks on each cheek, and a wolf tooth necklace around her neck.
Facing this strange combination was a long-haired youth holding a black sword.
His long, dark hair was not tied up and was fluttering wildly in the air as the magic surged.
The youth did not seem effeminate due to his long hair. Instead, his extremely cold aura, combined with a cold and stern face, gave people a spine-chilling feeling. It was as if they were not facing a person, but a grim reaper from hell.
The reason for the confrontation between the two parties was unclear, but Angel looked helpless. That’s because the two of them happened to be blocking the entrance to Champagne Road. If he were to take a detour, it would probably waste five or six hours. Angel thought that the fight would end quickly since there were many magic eyes in the sky, and the guard apprentices should arrive to handle it soon.
With this in mind, Angel didn’t leave but quickly climbed up a large tree trunk and waited for the fight to end in a shady spot.
At this moment, the battle at the center of the battlefield was in full swing. The massive figure seemed to lack intelligence and was being commanded by the girl on his shoulder to attack the indifferent youth.
The giant’s attack power, as judged by Angel, was at least at the level of a third-level apprentice. However, there was no magical power surging around him; he was purely relying on physical strength to fight.
This astonishing physique left Angel in awe!
The black-haired youth, on the other hand, was expressionless. His aura became colder and more terrifying as he swiftly attacked the giant’s joints with his sword in one hand.
However, the giant was not only powerful in terms of physical strength; his skin’s defensive capabilities were also nearly at the peak of an apprentice’s level.
The youth’s sword could only leave faint white marks on him and produce a faint mist when cutting through.
The giant didn’t suffer much damage, but he kept roaring in pain due to the sensation.
The streets were already empty, with no other pedestrians in sight. However, Angel noticed that at the other end of the intersection, on Champagne Road, there were apprentices just like him, openly observing the battle in the field.
As time went by, Angel saw more and more magic eyes gathering in the sky, but what was puzzling was that none of them descended to criticize or sanction the conflict on the field.
Before, when Angel saw people arguing on the street, these magic eyes would immediately record the incident, and the guard apprentices would arrive almost in the next second. But now, the bulky man and the black-haired youth had been fighting for almost five minutes, and no one appeared?
The youth, using the quick sword in his hand, continuously slashed at the bulky man on the field, combined with a faint magic power. Over time, even the strongest defense was like flesh being sliced by a small knife, leaving bloody cuts.
The youth’s speed was extremely fast, and the bulky man was too clumsy to catch him, only roaring in anger.
The little girl saw this and became angry and anxious.
As time dragged on, the battle tilted more and more in favor of the youth. Seeing the stalemate, the girl suddenly stood up, and with her movement, the bulky man completely mimicked her. Whatever the girl did, the bulky man did too.
The girl’s tender hands clenched into fists and pounded downwards. The bulky man also clenched his fists and hammered the ground fiercely. Moreover, with a mysterious magic fluctuation, the bulky man’s power was amplified many times.
The ground was pounded open, and the intense shockwaves even affected the surrounding buildings, with countless flying stones splashing out. Unfortunate mortals hiding in the buildings were scraped and immediately had bloody holes on their bodies. They screamed and fell to the ground.
As soon as the mortal was injured, a guard apprentice appeared and took him away. However, the guard apprentices still did not deal with the ongoing stalemate between the girl and the youth.
Angel became more puzzled in his heart. Could it be that the two sides of this battle were actually from Sky Mechanical City?
“Has Lord Suri, who is in charge of this area, not arrived yet? What should we do now? There are mortals injured.”
Angel suddenly heard someone discussing behind him. He looked back and saw two guard apprentices dressed in silver-white windbreakers standing on a nearby roof.
They seemed to be discussing the situation on the field, but both of their expressions were somewhat bitter.
“So, if Lord Suri doesn’t come, do we just let it go?”
“You know the identity of that person… How dare we interfere? Even the Wizard may not want to deal with his affairs. Lord Suri has not arrived yet, and I guess it is also considering the identity of that person and does not want to intervene.”
The conversation of the two people entered Angel’s ears.
“That person’s background is so extraordinary that even the official Wizard doesn’t want to get involved?” Angel’s gaze looked toward the center of the battle. He didn’t know who these two people were discussing, but an inexplicable intuition led his gaze to the black-haired youth.
That cold and terrifying aura gave him an uneasy feeling.
Returning to the center of the battlefield, the giant’s ground-pounding attack was an all-encompassing assault, which indeed affected the young man. As the continuous pounding of the ground produced shockwaves and sent shards of rock flying, the young man inevitably suffered damage. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his lips, and as the smell of blood reached his nostrils, a large number of blood vessels abruptly surfaced in the whites of his eyes.
His heart contracted extremely.
An even greater power emanated from the young man.
“You’re really annoying! If you keep blocking my way, I’ll have Gank kill you!” The little girl, seeing the young man injured, threatened with a delighted expression on her face.
The young man coldly replied, “He must die.”
His voice was like an echo from the depths of hell.
“I already told you, Gank is registered, not a stowaway. You Extreme Sect people came up with this registration system, so why are you denying your system now?” The girl argued indignantly.
“They are them, and I am me.” The young man’s aura grew stronger as he drew his sword and pointed it at the girl, “If you continue to obstruct me, you must die as well.”
As Angel heard the conversation between the girl and the young man, his expression was taken aback.
The Extreme Sect?!
He was not unfamiliar with this sect; Sanders had mentioned it several times. Sanders’ assessment of the people in this sect was almost entirely negative.
Madmen, Rampaging Wizards, and Retrieval.
These three words were what Angel had learned from Sanders. In short, the people of the Extreme Sect were almost all madmen. They had a unified nickname: Rampaging Wizards. And their mission was to retrieve all stowaways.