god of tomorrow

Gordon refused the scrolling text and immediately erected a magical shield.

Snapped!

Before the shield could even light up, Gawain swept Gordon down with a leg sweep, and without stopping, he moved forward and delivered eight more slashes in a second.

All eight stabs landed on the front of the chest.

Eight cuts before, eight cuts after—Gordon had lived most of his life, but he had never felt so enlightened as he did today.

He was vomiting large amounts of blood, breathing very little and exhaling a lot, and he was clearly on the verge of death.

Good news: There's a professional team right next door offering a one-stop service for playing various instruments and singing.

Bad news: He's the captain.

What the hell? That's it?

Gawain regarded Gordon as a formidable enemy. Before making his move, he calculated the distance accurately, unleashed a burst of mental energy, and executed his plan of protecting Gordon in front of him and stabbing him in the back perfectly.

It went too smoothly, without any major setbacks, much like a map of World War II.

Not all white-bearded bad old men represent ruthlessness, cunning, and great strength; some white-bearded bad old men are simply bad people who have grown old.

Gawain made a mental assessment and realized he had misjudged Gordon. Gordon's poor battlefield performance was not only inferior to Van Sen's, but also worse than those big bastards in the gym. At least those big bastards knew not to turn their backs on their brothers, but Gordon dared to entrust his entire back to him.

If you don't get stabbed, who will?

It's hard to imagine that someone like this could live to the age of having a white beard and still become the branch leader of the Necromancer Guild.

Gawain's assessment was correct. Gordon was ambitious and prone to overconfidence, often displaying arrogance and self-importance. Logically, the position of branch leader of the Necromancer's Guild shouldn't have been his, but he had one strength that more than made up for all his weaknesses.

loyalty!

Gordon had been following the bishop for a long time. The bishop knew that Gordon was not very capable, but his loyalty was commendable. Therefore, when delivering on his promise, the bishop did not assign him to an important position within the church. Instead, through his connections with the necromancer guild, he left Gordon in the university town to monitor the target.

Before they left, I specifically instructed them not to cause any trouble. They had only one mission: to report immediately once the target left the university town.

You can definitely handle such a simple task as making a phone call, right?

Absolutely!

Gordon readily agreed, but he wasn't entirely convinced. He was destined to be the archdeacon; how could he waste his time in the university town? Seventy was the prime of his life, and he was determined to pull off something big to surprise the archdeacon and, incidentally, show everyone that no one should underestimate the potential of the elderly.

He'd been holding back a big move, showing utmost respect for the dying.

Gordon's life force was rapidly fading away. He was filled with regret and fear. He was the future vice-bishop of the Church of Eternal Flame. How could he die in a forgotten corner? With his last breath, he meditated and unleashed a burst of magical energy, opening a magic shield and taking out a bunch of bottles and jars to pour into his mouth.

Magic potion!

There are many kinds of potions, and their effects vary. You could talk about them for three days and three nights and still not finish. The most common ones are blue bottles and red bottles.

After Gao Wen upgrades to VIP level 2, he can get corresponding benefits for daily check-in. In the system, the blue bottle is an energy drink and the red bottle is a sports drink.

Gordon took a sip of the blood-replenishing red bottle, and his complexion improved considerably, but then it worsened again.

Gawain's dagger is assassin's weapon, engraved with bloodthirsty runes, making wounds unable to heal quickly—a specialty. Gordon was stabbed sixteen times, equivalent to having sixteen bloodletting gauges activated; not even a single dose of a red potion, let alone soaking him in one, would be of any use.

Q: A pool takes 16 hours to fill with water and 1 minute to empty. If water is being added and drained simultaneously, how many hours will it take to fill the pool?

A: Why aren't we tearing this old pond down? We're keeping it for the New Year!

Just wait to die, there's no hope.

This was Gao Wen's first time using assassin equipment. His attacks were silent yet incredibly lethal, taking down a full-fledged mage in two seconds. He felt he had great potential to become an assassin.

Now is not the time to think about career. If you survive a near-death experience, you're bound to get the last hit. That old geezer dared to lead a team to ambush him, so today we'll make sure he's dealt with decisively.

Just as he was about to make his move, Gawain suddenly remembered that Gordon's ability to precisely block the road and calculate all of his actions could not be explained by mere chance or accident.

Finishing off an enemy is fine, but you can't use an assassin's dagger.

Extraditionist!

Drag his soul to the underworld, take him in as a dog, and find out the truth.

Even if we remove the extraditers now, it won't work. There are still seven survivors watching over them. In the middle of nowhere, there are probably some kind passersby hiding in the bushes.

Clear the area first!

Gawain glanced at Gordon and saw that his pupils were dilated and glowing with an eerie light. He was not breathing and was still able to maintain his magic shield. Gawain was amazed at how resilient a mage was, comparing him to a cockroach.

If even a fully-fledged mage is like this, wouldn't even more powerful mages be able to survive if their heads and tails were removed?

"Old man, just hold on a little longer, brew a pot of black tea, and I'll be right back."

Gao Wen lowered his center of gravity and exploded in the air with a bang, turning into a high-speed white light that rushed towards the nearest person.

He could be a robber, or he could be one of the three con artists. His identity doesn't matter; he's not a good person anyway.

This man was an accomplice of the unlicensed taxi driver and a swindler. Unlike the trio of con artists who usually swindle and cheat, he did not have the resources of the church, but he had been living on the edge for many years and had extremely rich practical experience. When he saw Gawain coming on strong, he realized that he could not fight him head-on and immediately put up a magic shield.

Click!

Gawain's stats were exquisite: absolute speed and power, complemented by the dagger's toughness and hardness. A jet-black blade pierced the magic shield with a resounding thud, shattering large spiderweb-like cracks on its surface.

She has fair skin and a clean appearance, yet she is incredibly strong!

The robbers' pupils constricted, a chill ran down their spines, and they roughly understood why the unlicensed taxi driver had been so agreeable today. If a fight broke out, they would probably all be killed.

"Killing your father isn't that easy!"

The robber's face contorted with rage. Just a second before Gawain shattered the shield with his fist, he spread one hand in front of him and drew a short knife from his waist with the other.

Five fingers were raised, and the white light was dazzling.

A face-to-face flashbang!

The most basic elemental magic, Illumination, combined with the technique of meditation burst, can instantly create a blinding light that can blind an opponent.

This is how commoner mages are: lacking money and resources, and without access to good universities, even if they manage to save enough money, they can only learn low-level spells with mediocre power. The damage output and practical value of low-level spells are questionable, making them generally inefficient. It's better to incorporate the most basic elemental magic into actual combat, which is both economical and effective.

Of course, lack of money and resources is not an excuse for wrongdoing.

If one is truly dedicated, mastering one or two low-level spells, while not enough to become a powerful figure, can still ensure a comfortable life. For example, the 'Sprout' spell that Gawain learned in the small auditorium is something many agricultural companies need as entry-level employees. If you work hard, even if General Manager Wang can't get ahead, Manager Wang, who has nothing to do as a secretary, still has hope.

The robbers were heartless, only interested in making quick money and enjoying life to the fullest. They were masters of basic elemental magic and confidently launched their attack. With their intentions on the side of the unsuspecting Gawain, the moment his vision was impaired, they exposed their weakness.

I can kill him!

The shield shattered, a flash of light erupted, and the two locked in a standoff brandished their weapons, simultaneously aiming for each other's necks.

scoff!

Gao Wen was faster; his dagger sliced ​​across the robber's neck, leaving a thin line of blood.

Without stopping, he rushed towards the next person.

The robber stood frozen in place, blood gushing from his neck. His face was still contorted with a fierce, bloodthirsty expression, but his eyes were blank, unable to understand why Gawain was unaffected by the flashbang.

What kind of magic is this?

Shadow Magic: Dark Vision!

Gawain observed the world from a different perspective; there were no flashbangs, just a slightly brighter shade of gray.

Dark Vision is a very useful auxiliary spell. Night vision is just the most superficial ability; it also provides effects such as increased field of vision, enhanced senses, and the ability to foresee and predict. For the undead, it allows observation of soulfire; for flesh and blood, it allows observation of blue lines within red light, which are magic circuits.

Especially as night falls, the balance shifts, and Gawain activates his Dark Vision, essentially turning him into a full-map red-named player. No matter where his opponent is hiding, he can see them instantly and make predictions in advance by observing changes in his magic circuits.

For example, the one hiding in the grass!

It's always good to play it safe, and sure enough, there were some kind passersby.

Gao Wen pretended not to see the man, raised his dagger and followed up with a heavy punch, breaking through the shield and killing another person.

With two robbers killed in quick succession, the remaining men panicked. Then they saw Gordon, who was already in a daze, kill three more men in ten seconds. He was so engrossed in the killing that he seemed ready to slaughter them all.

"Attack together, or you'll all die!"

The unlicensed taxi driver shouted, knowing full well that there was no possibility of reconciliation now that things had come to this point. Moreover, he had seen the face, and even if he managed to escape, he would only face the long arm of the law tomorrow.

"What are you hesitating for? If you want to live, you have to fight for your life. If we all attack together, we still have a chance. As long as we unite, he may not be able to kill us all before his magic runs out."

As the unlicensed taxi driver spoke, his last henchman was also killed, rendering his morale-boosting words powerless.

Before Gawain runs out of magic, he might actually kill them all.

"What are you three still looking at? Set up your shields and move closer to me!"

"Oh, oh." x3

The tactics shifted from proactive attacks to a defensive posture. The two groups of robbers, who had previously been locked in a fierce verbal battle, were now under immense pressure to survive and had no choice but to join forces.

The three swindlers routinely cheat and deceive, but in practice, they excel at befriending the wives and daughters of their followers. If you really put them on the line, well, sorry, their passion has already been transformed and injected into someone else's passion.

That being said, with the church's backing and access to resources, the three swindlers' magical shields were thicker than those of the three robbers. In the face of life and death, the magical power they unleashed was quite considerable; Gawain followed up with two punches, but failed to shatter the defense of one of the swindlers.

No major problem, just replace the door panel sword.

He's better at slashing nine times in one second than eight times in one second.

On the road, explosions could be heard in the distance, and three cars pulled over to the side of the road.

Gao Wen completed the encirclement by himself, his dagger gleaming darkly, startling the black cab driver and the three swindlers who activated their shields at full power, daring not to be careless in the slightest.

"Throat, spine, carotid artery, heart, kidneys..."

As Gao Wen pointed out a crucial point, his gaze shifted accordingly. In the coldest voice, he spoke the most understanding words: "Tell me, how do you want to die later? I'm a very democratic person. Just tell me, and I'll grant your wish."

He knew his words sounded a bit villainous, but wasn't that a tactic? Using words as a weapon to intimidate his opponent, increase their magic consumption, and achieve the greatest results with the least cost.

Furthermore, the strong always appear last. His intuition told him that the person crouching in the bushes was not simple, and he should save his energy to guard against them.

"Can't I not choose?" one of the scammers pleaded, almost crying.

Another swindler added, "Please, I have a three-year-old mother and an eighty-year-old child to support. They can't live without me."

"Yes, they can't live without me."

"Me too, me too!"

"What's going on? Are your mothers the same person?"

"..."

You idiots! What time is it? Can't you three stand up straight?

The unlicensed taxi driver cursed his teammates in his heart. What kind of team did he lead before? The three teammates might not be smart or able to read the room, but they were all brave and willing to fight. What kind of trash was this group that he was allowed to lead? They were completely incapable of leading them.