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

Chapter 744 Sword Net and Watching

"Who?!"

Austin, a veteran who had fought many battles and remained active on the front lines even after advancing to the ninth rank, was the first to notice something was wrong.

He suddenly turned around to look.

Then a bright orange fireball, about the size of a human, came hurtling through the sky, trailing thick smoke, and hurtling towards them at a speed that surpassed that of ordinary flight techniques.

The burning airflow in front of the fireball piled up in layers, increasing continuously, breaking through and steaming out white mist.

"Peak of the eighth rank? No, this level of spiritual intensity and pressure..."

The other two colleagues who participated in the siege of the City Lord of Yinhun City also noticed the fireball in the distance in the sky.

"Reinforcements from the City of Shadows? What are they doing hiding like this?"

Jonas, the commander of the Steel Horn Legion, was clad in heavy gray-white armor. He looked like a big fat man, with a heavy greatsword slung over his shoulder, causing it to vibrate violently.

Beneath it was a giant horse, also covered in heavy gray-white armor, its four hooves possessing a slightly spiritual quality, clearly not an ordinary creature.

Seeing that only Rod's head was shrouded in shadow, he couldn't help but sneer.

The other was Cooper, the leader of the Black Falcon Legion, who wore a combination of dark leather armor, a wide turban, a long cloak, leggings, and wrist guards.

He was tall and slender, holding a curved sword in one hand and a light crossbow in the other.

He looks like a warrior whose primary skill is agile combat.

He coldly watched the rapidly approaching fireball, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a dozen or so other figures on the battlefield, also shrouded in shadow robes, of considerable rank.

"Hehehe, they're all just rats from the sewers. I'll have a go at them."

Austin, the veteran leader of the Ashblade Legion, frowned: "Quickly eliminate the obstacles. Prioritize dealing with the Lord of the Shadow City. A ninth-tier undead is not so easy to kill."

As he spoke, he glanced at the Lord of the City of the Dead, who was being tormented and screaming in agony by the black flames of the golden holy spear.

And in the tower behind, a beautiful, wistful ghost leaned against the window frame, looking worried. A bad feeling crept into my heart.

"Alright, old man, don't make a big deal out of nothing."

Cooper sneered.

They weren't impressed with the old man who hadn't joined the Igor cult.

Given the prevailing trend, the Ego Church has become the state religion and does not fear or suppress powerful families, which presents an excellent opportunity for them.

Done.

Cooper, dragging the black tassels, moved like a shadow and crashed into Rhodes.

The advancement of magic power to the ninth rank was achieved through artificial modification, demonstrating the skill of forcibly advancing the [Super Magic Spell] rank, but it still could not break through the ninth rank.

Spiritual warriors are different.

Naturally born spirituality doesn't have such fancy things; it only involves steady accumulation and continuous strengthening of one's strengths.

It should be understood that, theoretically, there is no upper limit to the absorption of spirituality by the physical body.

And Cooper.

The leader of the Black Falcon Squadron, whose main strategy is light flanking attacks, naturally excels in flanking maneuvers.

"Ding!!!"

A loud, metallic clang!

The black-gold [Sacrifice Sword] in Rhodes's hand collided with the scimitar that slashed from the side, producing a violently echoing sound.

The buzzing continued for a long time.

The accumulated flames and airflow suddenly dispersed, forcibly interrupting the [Burning Wind Leap] state.

Rhodes glanced at the scimitar in the other's hand with a strange look.

Did it absorb the sword? Or did it forcibly accept the opponent's attack?

What kind of magical item is this?

"Hahahaha-"

Cooper immediately retreated after his successful strike, his left hand moving like lightning as a crossbow bolt was already aimed at Rhodes' face, but he calmly turned his head to dodge it.

Unexpectedly.

The crossbow bolt suddenly glowed with magic at the tip, and a large net, crackling with intense electricity, enveloped Rhodes from behind.

"A little trick."

The longsword gathered spiritual energy, and the spiritual spell [Twelve Flashes] of Aetheron's elite army instantly came to an end.

The net was torn apart, and a gust of wind swept through.

Cooper's figure was blurred, yet he managed to dodge all of them.

He retreated rapidly to create distance, and after regaining his footing, a faint line of blood appeared on his face. His headscarf was torn, revealing a sinister face.

"Aetheron's Flash? That's outdated stuff." Even though he was a ninth-tier cultivator.

However, their fighting style has always leaned more towards surprise attacks and ambushes, rather than the dramatic and colorful style of other warriors.

Even when wielding weapons, no spiritual radiance can be seen; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they are utterly unremarkable.

"It's quite an achievement that you could even hurt me in the slightest. But unfortunately, from now on, you will be completely unable to touch me."

"is it?"

Rhodes stood calmly in the air, smiling as the longsword in his hand once again gathered particles of spiritual light.

Cooper shook his head, utterly disappointed: "Another Aetheron's Flash? Even that old guy behind me called Swift Sword couldn't touch me, let alone you."

He was suddenly jolted, his pupils contracted sharply in his narrow eyes, and in the reflection of his pupils, nearly a hundred sword lights rushed towards him in an instant.
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boom--

Numerous tangled vines broke through the soil beneath the dilapidated, dried stone bricks, entangled and trapped a large number of soldiers in the street.

Vivian lowered her fair hands.

Those innocent-looking eyes flashed with white light as they gazed at the vast, dense net of swords in the sky, remaining motionless for a long time.

puff! ! !
A network of flames and lightning pulsed, blasting several soldiers who attempted a sneak attack into dust.

"Don't worry."

The spider-like spirit Yuna [Spider Walk] gracefully sits on a vertical wall, her cold gray skin and hands radiating magical light.

She glanced at Chris, the banshee who was picking up the fallen equipment and occasionally using [Soul Roar] to stun the soldiers.

"Our master is stronger than any of us can imagine. All we need to do is do what our master tells us to do."

Vivian nodded thoughtfully.

Then, a vast projection of the tree world descended from the sky with a thunderous roar.

Chris exclaimed in delight, "Vivian, over there! Over there! The armor worn by the general over there looks more expensive!"
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"Senior Terry, is it really okay for us to just hide in the shadows like this?"

The ghoul Penny glanced weakly at the succubus lounging lazily in the shadows with her legs crossed.

As usual, Terry took out Rod's clothes and casually covered her mouth and nose with them.

"Aren't you summoning an army of the undead?"

"It's calling."

Penny glanced outside the shadows; her [Undead Legion] spell was still in effect, constantly pulling the flesh, souls, and long-buried, undiminished bones of the fallen soldiers back onto the battlefield.

The necromancer's soul fire flickered on the army, eerie and malevolent.

"The necromancer's greatest fear is being found. Have you been found?"

"It's hard to be found in Terry's shadow."

"That's right! We're all living and working hard, there's no such thing as slacking off!"

"Coco, will Master be angry with me if he can't see me being so active?"

"Your undead army is here, don't worry."

"OK then"

Penny glanced again at the vest that Terry was smelling in her hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a pair of men's underwear from his magic bag and covered his mouth and nose like Terry did.

Terry was taken aback: "Where did you get Master's panties?"

"I bought it from Chris."

"Damn it, didn't she say she didn't sell panties?!"

"The underwear is a special offer for members. You have to pay a lot of money every month, and you have to accumulate enough points to redeem a new pair."

Terri grimaced, clearly annoyed.

Suddenly, a dense and enormous net of swords erupted in the sky.

She spotted her master and immediately became excited.

Ignoring the ghoul beside her, she pressed her master's vest tightly against her mouth and nose, while her other small hand slid down, her eyes alluring and watery.

“Senior Terri, you…”

Penny felt a little embarrassed and glanced at her master in the sky.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief, the scent of her owner wafting from the panties.

Her legs went weak, and she couldn't help but sit down on the ground like a duck, her slender hands sliding down.

For a while.

In the shadowy space, the muffled groans of the two girls rose and fell.

(End of this chapter)