I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 741 Annihilation and Target

Suddenly, a tall male figure appeared to be floating above the person's head.
No.

Not one.

The black shadows covered the area like a magnificent robe.

Figures swayed in the sandstorm, and people of different shapes, each shrouded in shadowy black robes, stood in mid-air, exuding a dangerous aura.

Not only Renato, but also the blacksmith siblings Glenn and Vera, as well as the pursuing knights, had already spotted them.

Except for that eighth-rank Lord Will.

Renato found it all very strange.

This shouldn't be the case.

A person was visible to the naked eye, hovering above his head. Even though an eighth-level spiritual warrior's perception was not as good as a mage's, he was still far more capable than that.

What kind of shadow magic is that?
"Lord Will! Watch out!!"

The eighth-tier mage in the knight formation, clad in a white mage's robe, was startled and instinctively cried out, his voice tinged with panic.

"Be careful? Old man Dave, are you getting senile? Three little fish with the Wings of Light are nothing to worry about?"

Will scoffed, completely ignoring the spellcasting and the charging cavalry.

With his left hand, he swept the cloak bearing the family crest, which had been fluttering forward, back behind him, making a loud, imposing sound.

He was completely unaware of the tall man who had landed behind him.

The man was over 1.9 meters tall, and a golden longsword could be vaguely seen hanging at his waist.

"Three moves."

Will grinned at Renato, "You dare look me in the eye, you bastard? If you're not dead within three moves, I'll take pity on you and personally kill the woman behind you right in front of you."

He had intended to admire Renato's expression, but found that the other man remained frozen in place the entire time, his gaze not even on him.

The operation involved three army corps, making it virtually foolproof.

As the most talented male in the family, Will knew the importance of the Ego Cult in the Kingdom of Atheron, and also knew how much they valued it by sending three ninth-tier members.

Their family missed the opportunity to be among the first to enter the Ego cult, while their former political enemies did.

There is no right or wrong in matters of state; only morality distinguishes right from wrong.

He was completely unconcerned about the cruelty of the Ego cult and the driving force of the war; on the contrary, he benefited from it and even wanted the war to continue indefinitely.

But with his father getting old, Will had to do something to solidify his position.

Military merit is a good choice.

However, the battlefield against the Heavenly Flower Kingdom is a meat grinder, where even eighth-ranked warriors suffer a high mortality rate.

This operation is different; it targets a mere, dilapidated underground resistance organization.
Catching three small fish now is a golden opportunity!

"Wings of Light?"

He was lost in thought for a moment when a sudden question came from behind him.

Will's pupils suddenly contracted to needle size; his more than forty years as a soldier had given him an incredibly fast reaction time.

A sudden burst of spiritual overload!
Family spiritual technique: [Decapitation Blood Blade]!
He drew his sword, turned around, and swung it!

laugh! ! !
Ding--

Sparks flying!

The steel sword suddenly stopped and jammed in mid-air during the swing, failing to penetrate even half an inch.

The man, shrouded in a black shadow robe, raised one hand, hooking the blade with a single, slightly curved index finger, where faint, fine dragon scales flashed by.

"Varied"

Will's hands, holding the sword, trembled violently as he stared wide-eyed at the man before him, utterly dejected.

Peak of the eighth rank?!
No! Even a peak eighth-tier cultivator couldn't possibly catch my sword so easily!
He could tell that the man wasn't looking at him at all, but was instead asking questions of the three people surrounded in the middle.

on the other hand.

The white-robed mage in the cavalry had finished casting his spell.

A translucent greatsword made of pure blue and white magical energy appeared, shimmering with starlight.

As the mage waved his staff, the blade flashed with intense light, heading straight for the shadowy man almost instantly.

"Heh? [Sword of Demon Duncan]?" Among the row of shadowy robed figures floating in mid-air, one was short and clearly a halfling.

She stepped forward arrogantly and spoke with a sarcastic tone.

At the same time, the incantation was chanted at lightning speed, twice as fast as the opponent's.

Immediately.

A larger, stronger energy sword, imbued with purple resentment, coalesced around her and clashed with the opponent's blue-white greatsword.

A powerful burst of energy erupted with a thunderous roar.

The blue-white greatsword shattered and exploded, while the purple, fiery energy greatsword remained completely undamaged.

It didn't even continue its attack; it simply circled in mid-air and returned to the halfling mage's side.

The white-robed sorcerer named Dave had a livid face.

He could see the halfling raise its head, an arrogant gesture that suggested he could wait for him to continue casting the spell.

"Another Tier 8?"

Dave glanced at the figures in mid-air and saw that there were still twelve people, each with considerable spiritual and magical power.

Moreover, the shadowy robe on his body obscured his senses, making it impossible to discern the truth.

Such combat power.
Where did such a powerful organization come from?

He narrowed his eyes, intending to intimidate the other party by using the names of Aetheron and the Ego Cult:

"Gentlemen! We are the Leander Legion under the command of the Etherion Cult. We have come here to eradicate the illegal organization, the Wings of Light. Please make way!"

The tall man who was clearly in charge was stunned for a moment.

"The Igor Cult?"

He looked at Will in front of him: "You too?"

Will thought he was scared, so he forced a tough stance and said, "Of course!"

"That's good."

Pfft!

Will was jolted awake. He looked down and saw a large hand piercing through his chest. He stared at the man in astonishment.

"I killed the Ego Cult."

Under the [Dark Veil Cloak], Rhodes spoke thus.

Ignoring Will's slowly losing its color, he looked at the cavalry of more than fifty men in the distance, "Leave no one alive."

"Okay~~"

In the sky, among the almost entirely mobilized Windwall Forest forces, Terry was the fastest to respond.

Dave's expression changed, and he immediately used spatial teleportation to escape.

However, once started, it had no effect whatsoever.

He was immediately shocked: "No-fly zone?! When?!"

Calliste floated coldly to the side, her fair, jade-like hands hanging naturally at her sides, her magical light flashing continuously.

Terri gave a cute laugh.

With a sudden upward movement of his hands, a massive black shadow rose from the ground, instantly enveloping the fifty-odd panicked cavalrymen and the horrified mage Dave, who was shouting "Domain?!", into a giant black sphere.

Terry could handle almost all of these on her own.

Rhodes didn't care.

She tossed the man whose heart she had just crushed aside and took the cleaning towel handed to her by the spider-like elf Yuna.

He didn't reveal his face, but looked at the three little Wings of Light who were too scared to move.

"We are the Knights of Light. We have received a letter of appeal from your leader, Carter, and have come to assist and support those who are determined to help us."

Renato, Glenn, and Vera all stared wide-eyed in astonishment: "The Knight of Light... so Carter really could contact you!"

"We'll talk about that later. We're here not only to provide support, but also to eradicate the Ego Cult."

(End of this chapter)