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Chapter 754 Who lured the Japanese soldiers here? (4k)

Celia stared at the dog-headed man on the street corner. The man had a dog's face, and her expression was unreadable.

Then, the opponent's staff began to glow again.

A light black light appeared, and a ray immediately shot towards Celia.

Sensing danger, even with the Ice Shield combo in place, Celia instinctively raised the Myriad Lights Sword to block in front of her.

Tweet!
A faint sound emerged, and a magical fluctuation filled with destructive power emanated from the Myriad Lights Sword.

Fortunately, this sword was of extremely high quality, and the light that pierced through the ice shield did not cause it any harm.

"An ice shield can't completely defend against energy ray attacks; you'll need an opaque defensive spell," Ross's voice came from the side.

This was the first time Celia had encountered an attack that could penetrate a magical shield, and she immediately became serious.

She reconstituted the ice shield, but this shield was only partially protected by ice; the real defense came from the mithril net and withered threads, which wove together to form an impenetrable wall.

"What faction is this?"

"The special combination of the ethereal school with light and demonic energy is very powerful, but it is also easy to deal with. In addition to blocking light, it can also reflect light."

"Demon energy?"

Celia extracts keywords.

"Could this person be a heretic?"

The girl's expression turned serious.

If it were just an ordinary orc, she wouldn't kill him, unless he wanted her dead.

But if the person is a heretic, she will not let them go, even if they don't want to die.

Given that the other side directly killed their own people, the suspicion that they were heretics is almost 100%.

Even if it's not a registered heresy, it's still a heresy within the Orc Empire.

As the opponent unleashed another dark ray, Celia's attack followed.

A multitude of ice spikes, like ten thousand swords converging, flew towards their target.

These ice spikes are not very powerful.

But they all share a common characteristic—

Smooth and reflective.

Faced with Celia's attack, the kobold's staff emitted a strong black light, which flew in all directions.

When these rays of light came into contact with the ice spikes, they immediately began to scatter.

In an instant, he was enveloped in black light.

"what!"

Celia heard a scream.

When the black light disappeared, she saw a kobold with many holes lying on the ground.

Her ice spikes floated in the air, never actually piercing down.

"That's it?"

Celia was stunned.

How could he die so quickly?

I haven't even exerted my full strength yet.

Unsure, Celia chose to ask Ross, "Mr. Ross, is he... really dead or just faking it?"

“Dead, completely dead,” Ross confirmed.

A look of confusion appeared in Celia's eyes.

This mage was around the fourth rank and could penetrate her defenses; she had expected a fierce battle.

Is this the result?

what's the situation?
Ross said with interest, "You know what, I'm getting interested too. Do you remember what the werewolf leader said when we were eating the barbecue?"

Celia tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Do you mean the kobolds obtained some ancient artifacts?"

"Hmm, this ancient relic is quite remarkable."

"But what does this have to do with me? Why would these kobolds send people to kill me, and two of them are fourth-tier mages at that..."

As she spoke, Celia paused, then thought of a possibility.

"It can't be because I came from the werewolf settlement that they immediately treated me as an ally of the werewolf clan and were planning to kill me, right?"

Don't be so ridiculous.

Does this dog-headed man have no sense at all?
Are you really willing to fight a fourth-tier mage to the death in the city?
Although a fourth-tier mage's destructive power is incomparable to that of a fifth or sixth-tier mage, they can still destroy a city or a part of a city in battle.

Celia sensed something strange about everything.

She's been passively drawn into so many things that she's almost driven crazy with annoyance.

She's a bit annoying.

After the second fourth-tier mage died, there was no further movement around.

Celia frowned as she looked at the corpse shattered into pieces in front of her.

After a moment's thought, Celia said, "Mr. Ross, why don't we just leave? I don't believe this kobold can keep chasing me down."

Everywhere she goes, there's a chance she'll get caught up in some inexplicable things. In the past, Celia would either resolve the incident incident incidents incidentally, or get involved while watching and enjoying the drama unfold—like the sinking of Ryujima Island.

This time, she wanted to try a third method.

That's right, they ran away.

Why bother getting involved in their conflict when there isn't even a fifth-tier mage in this small, dilapidated city?

Even if Ross said the ancient artifacts the kobolds obtained might be something particularly interesting...

"Okay." Ross smiled slightly, without saying anything.

"But I just booked a hotel, it would be a waste not to stay..."

Celia changed her appearance and quietly left, leaving the kobolds to deal with the corpses themselves.

"Let's rest for the night before leaving. A different experience should solve the problem. Hmm, it's getting late, we can't waste time."

The desert was cold at night and it was easy to run into trouble. Although Celia wasn't afraid of trouble, trouble meant not being able to rest properly, which she hated.

It's better to rest in the city.

Celia returned to the hotel she had booked, quietly changed the room's appearance back to what she had reserved, and then changed it back again after passing the servants.

"That should keep me from bothering me, right?"

Inside the room, Celia looked down at the road below. The sky was darkening, the streetlights were just coming on, and the street vendors were packing up to go home.

Celia thought of Shining City. There were still many places open at night in Shining City, but it seemed that people in the Orc Empire would not wander around at night. Except for a few shops, most shops were already closed.

"They seem to know something big is about to happen."

Celia looked at Ross beside her.

Ross was also looking out the window.

"Given the state of the kobolds, they probably won't be able to wait until the agreed three days later; they might make their move tonight," Ross said with a slight smile.

Thinking about the situation of the two ruling races of the Kambra tribe, Celia curled her lip and said, "Who cares? It has nothing to do with me."

Celia returned to her room and took out a book from her spatial ring to read.

After a while, she closed the book and randomly took out a few blank scrolls to practice drawing fourth-order scrolls.

After a while, she threw away all the failed scrolls and yawned.

"Looks like nothing happened. Time to take a shower and go to bed."

The girl stood in front of the bathroom, then suddenly turned around and winked playfully.

"Mr. Ross, would you like to join us in the shower?"

Ross raised an eyebrow. "Okay."

He was about to step forward when he said that.

Celia's face turned red instantly.

"No, no, I'll wash first, you can wait a bit."

Ross watched with amusement as Celia fled. "She was even flirting with me."

Ross shook his head. What kind of bath does a spiritual being need?

Or rather, fourth-tier mages no longer need to bathe, as their internal magic will naturally cleanse their bodies of impurities.

Celia was used to taking baths and liked the feeling of soaking in hot water.

In the bathroom, Celia rubbed her burning cheeks, secretly annoyed.

How could I have said such a thing?

Once the clothes are removed, the fully grown body is flawless and even more dazzling than a magic lamp.

As her body, seemingly sculpted by the heavens, sank into the water, Celia suddenly thought of something.

"That's not right. If Lord Ross wanted to see, he would have seen me naked already. Why should I be blushing?"

She focused her attention on the mental space, but couldn't see Ross; she could only sense the connection.

Ross isn't here; he's outside.

A slight smile curved the corners of the girl's lips.

Hehehe...

After a long while, Ross's voice came from outside.

"Why are you taking so long to wash?"

"Ah... okay, okay, I'll be right out."

The bathroom became noisy, clearly indicating that the person taking a shower was in a flurry of activity.

Not long after, Celia emerged from inside, her hair still wet. She hadn't used any magic or the inn's gadgets to dry it; she simply came out like that.

Her beauty, like a lotus emerging from the water, made Ross unable to resist taking a second look.

Yes, she has definitely grown up.

Although my mindset is not much different from before, the only difference is that I didn't dare to kill a chicken back then, but now I kill people without blinking an eye.

“Mr. Ross, could you help me dry my hair with fire magic? I don’t know how.” Celia blinked.

Ross glanced at the small gadgets in the bathroom specifically designed for drying hair.

People can laugh when they're speechless.

Ross snapped his fingers, and a ball of flame appeared, then rushed towards Celia, turning into a raging inferno that engulfed her.

Celia instinctively closed her eyes, her heart pounding.

However, after a moment, she realized that the flames had not harmed her, and slowly opened her eyes.

The flames have died down.

"All right."

Ross's voice came through.

"So fast?" The girl was somewhat disappointed.

Ross said irritably, "You're the first person to ask me to blow-dry your hair."

Celia stuck out her tongue: "Let's just say this is a devout believer praying to our dear god for a blessing~"

As she spoke, Celia skipped over to the window, took out a mattress from her ring, laid it out, jumped on it, and waved to Ross.

Good night, Mr. Ross, my God.

Ross watched as Celia closed her eyes and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that today's sneak attack also carried a psychological effect?

Otherwise, Celia's behavior just now was somewhat unusual.

Suddenly they became bold, even daring to tease the gods.

He clearly wants to be punished.

Ross pondered for a moment, then came up with a good idea.

The night is still long, and the interesting things haven't even started yet.

……

Werewolf settlement.

Snapped!
Bernard slammed the intelligence report onto the table.

"These kobolds are getting more and more lawless. How dare they try to kill a fourth-tier mage in the city?"

"Have you found out anything? Is there any news about Lady Hiro?"

"No? Did they succeed? Damn it, that ancient artifact is terrifying."

Bernard's hands were trembling.

The werewolves and kobolds jointly rule the Kambra tribe. In reality, the werewolves are stronger, with several fourth-tier mages openly and many more secretly.

The kobolds' foundation is not as strong as that of the werewolves, but they also have several fourth-tier mages. To avoid internal strife, the position of tribal chief is basically rotated among the members, which is the result of the adjustment made by the Orc Empire's Royal Council.

However, the kobolds are now preparing to break the rules set by the Royal Council.

Not only that……

Bode asked, puzzled, "How dare the kobold chieftain issue an ultimatum ordering us to leave Kambra? Even if we possess ancient relics..."

“Because of that ancient relic.” Bernard took a deep breath. “I’ve found out that the relic’s effect is to raise a person’s strength to the fourth tier and give them extremely strong attack capabilities. However, there’s no need to worry too much. Their bodies are very fragile. Even a team of experienced third-tier mages has a chance to kill those glass-like fourth-tier mages.”

Despite the words, Bernard's expression did not relax; on the contrary, he looked very worried.

Because he didn't know how many sorcerers that ancient relic could elevate to the fourth rank, or how long it would take to elevate one.

These fourth-tier mages may be called glass cannons, but they are still cannons.

Before being damaged at close range, the destructive power of these cannons far surpasses that of ordinary pistols.

Bode said in a deep voice, "Chieftain, perhaps we should leave now. Even if we fight them, we should first understand the situation. Why don't we retreat tonight and leave only a small number of people here to investigate the situation?"

Bernard nodded: "I've already made the arrangements, but these arrangements shouldn't be kept from Haru. Get ready for battle."

"As ordered!"

late at night.

A terrifying surge of magic suddenly emanated from the depths of the Kanbra tribe.

The magical collision did not create a powerful sonic boom, but the muffled sound, accompanied by the spreading magical impact, still woke up the nearby residents, making their hearts pound.

Many people came to the window and looked in the direction of the werewolf settlement.

In the pitch-black night, a terrifying battle seemed to be taking place inside.

Soon, those who wanted to know what was happening closed their windows and ran back to their beds, trembling with fear, praying that the battle inside wouldn't affect them.

boom!
A deafening explosion followed, accompanied by a burst of light that illuminated the starry sky.

Then, several figures flew out of the werewolf settlement in a disheveled state, running off in one direction without looking back.

Several figures flew out from behind them and rushed towards them.

Several figures flew high above the Kanbula tribe, fighting each other as they flew out of the city.

Suddenly, one of the fleeing people was caught off guard and was hit while defending himself. He was sent crashing down into the building below like a kite with a broken string.

boom!
With a deafening roar, a large crater was smashed into the building, revealing the person living inside. The person sat up in bed, staring blankly at the person on the floor.

After a long while, he belatedly realized what was happening, let out a cry of "Ah!", jumped up, grabbed the clothes beside him, and ran outside.

Meanwhile, on the floor below, Celia reluctantly opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

"Oh, I knew it."

Celia sighed.

If I had known, I wouldn't have cared about the room fee and would have just left.

Beside him, Ross's phantom slowly appeared, and he was smiling.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Celia that he was the one who led the Japanese soldiers here.

Yes, there is a 'punishment' for teasing the gods.

(End of this chapter)