Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 280 The First Wave of Assassins

Just as Leggett had predicted, outside the capital, the army was already prepared, and the massive, dark force was moving out in an orderly fashion like a steel torrent.

This is the most elite vanguard legion of the Southern Unified Empire, which also includes a court magic troupe. They are stationed at key points in the army formation. Their clothes are different from those of ordinary soldiers, and are more like a kind of specially made magic robe, from which one can sense the aura of magic.

Lord and Seria were assigned to the middle of the legion.

The empire provided them with a spacious and luxurious carriage, ostensibly as a privilege for distinguished guests, but in reality, it was more like a disguised form of surveillance and isolation.

The carriage was surrounded by elite cavalry guards, clearly more elite than the other soldiers, who prevented them from having any contact with ordinary soldiers.

Celia sat by the carriage window, her golden eyes coldly sweeping over the marching army outside. She curled her lip and said, "The formation is nice, but the marching speed is sluggish. At this rate, by the time they reach the north, it will be too late."

Lord closed his eyes to rest, but the detection magic had already been quietly deployed, encompassing the entire vanguard legion.

"They were deliberately controlling the speed, and the supply wagons were not fully loaded with food and supplies."

"You can't even afford to go all the way with a show?" Celie scoffed.

“Perhaps they never intended to actually complete the entire journey.” Lord opened his eyes. “Legate’s target was never the demons of the north.”

His focus was on the mages in the army. There were quite a few of these mages, and judging from the magical power in each of them, they were all quite strong.

Moreover, this army also contains many special magicians.

They deliberately concealed their presence and blended into the ranks of ordinary soldiers.

He was constantly casting concealment magic, probably to avoid being perceived by himself and Seria.

Unfortunately, he was still too inexperienced to use concealment magic against Lord.

"Looks like our guard is pretty impressive," Lord joked.

Celia naturally sensed it too, and she revealed a hint of eagerness: "Perfect, saves me from being bored. I just hope they can be a little stronger."

The army marched during the day and rested at night.

For several days in a row, the weather remained calm.

The imperial officers were outwardly polite to them, but beneath that perfunctory respect lay obvious alienation and wariness.

When camping at night, Lord and Celia's tent was deliberately placed at the very edge, obviously for easier access.

On a night when there was no moonlight and not even starlight, the mages hidden among the legion finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Lord was sitting inside the tent, while Celia was beside him, casually flipping through several magic books she had "borrowed" from the Empire.

Sudden--

Lord and Celia looked up at each other almost simultaneously.

"They've arrived," Lord said calmly.

According to his detection magic, several figures were rapidly approaching.

Before the words were even finished, all sound outside the tent vanished, and an extremely subtle soundproof and confining barrier silently enveloped the area.

Almost at the same moment, several dark figures attacked the tent from different directions at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye!
Their goal was very clear: to deal with a legendary mage like Seria, closing the distance and seizing the opportunity to kill her in one blow was the best option.

They even underwent special training to achieve the most perfect attack effect.

Once the elven saint is killed, the human male will be no threat. Moreover, if they succeed, there will be no need for the wielder of the holy sword to intervene.

After all, the opponent has not yet fully mastered the Holy Sword and cannot unleash its true power.

"give it to you."

After carefully assessing the strength of the approaching assassin, Lord handed the task over to Seria without hesitation.

These assassins were quite skilled, but it was wishful thinking for them to kill him and Seria so easily.

Seria nodded, and as she faced the approaching assassins, her magic surged, and a soft, white-gold light instantly spread out from her.

Then a golden barrier perfectly enveloped the entire tent.

The assassins were instantly bounced off the suddenly appearing barrier, their attacks, imbued with anti-magic properties, having no effect whatsoever. Clearly, Celia's magical shield possessed resistance to such attacks; ordinary anti-magic attacks couldn't possibly break through it.

The attackers froze briefly as their attack was thwarted, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Their combined attack was so easily thwarted?
While they were still stunned, Celia made her move.

She didn't even stand up; she simply raised her left hand, and a magic circle unfolded.

hum!
Countless beams of light appeared outside the tent. They had no fancy trajectories; they simply and accurately shot at each attacker with speeds beyond any reaction, even blocking all their escape routes.

puff! ! !
The dull thuds of light arrows piercing flesh rang out one after another! Accompanied by several short screams.

The attackers' arms, shoulders, thighs, and other parts were pierced by the light arrows. This was only because they deployed their magical shields immediately; otherwise, they would have been blown to pieces by the power of the light arrows.

From beginning to end, they haven't even seen the face of that elven saint before being easily subdued by him.

He truly deserves to be called the strongest mage of the modern era.

The attackers exchanged glances, already considering retreating.

Faced with such a terrifying existence, a direct confrontation is no longer possible; they can only look for another opportunity to launch a sneak attack. But by then, the attackers will no longer be them.

But Lord wouldn't allow them to run away.

Using simple spatial teleportation magic, he silently appeared behind an attacker who was trying to retreat.

Then he picked up a stone he had found and smacked the other person on the back of the head.

Even the most powerful magic can make the flesh soft.

Of course, some physical magic users are an exception.

The attacker didn't even utter a sound; his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

Lord's spatial magic unfolded again, and the next moment he appeared in another direction, effortlessly subduing another person as well.

The whole process was breathtakingly fast; from the start of the attack to the counterattack of all the attackers, it only took a few seconds!

The imperial guards not far from the tent seemed to only just react, staring in horror at the scene before them.

They didn't even see what happened; they only saw the attackers who suddenly appeared screaming and falling to the ground, while the dark-haired Mr. Lord appeared behind them like a ghost, taking them down one by one.

Celia removed the barrier and slowly walked out of the tent. The moonlight shone on her long golden hair and cool face, giving her a hazy beauty that was also chilling.

She stared coldly at the late-arriving imperial officers, ready to see how they would explain themselves.

"Damn it! An assassin! Protect Lady Celia!"

Sure enough, after seeing the attack fail, the legion commander's face was very ugly, but he still chose to shirk responsibility at the first opportunity and summoned his soldiers to prepare to take down the attackers.

"Don't move! Otherwise, you'll face the consequences!" Lord stopped them.

He walked up to an attacker who hadn't fainted after being hit by his brick, squatted down, and touched his forehead with his finger.

A faint mental force probed in, attempting to search for memories.

However, the moment his mental power touched the core memory area of ​​the other party, a violent magical power suddenly erupted from the attacker's body, like a bomb with a self-destruct program.

"Ugh!"

The attacker on the ground let out a bloodcurdling scream, then blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his eyes instantly became deathly still.

Lord probed the minds of the other assassins, but they all died instantly in the same way!

Lord withdrew his hand and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "A kind of mental restriction that will be triggered directly once the core memory is touched. It's a very rare kind of magic."

“What do we do now?” Celia asked Lord.

In her view, these attackers were too weak, and it was wishful thinking for the emperor to think he could rely on them to solve his problems.

Now she's considering whether or not to completely break ties with these officers in front of her.
"No hurry, let's wait and see."

(End of this chapter)