Wizard Earl

Chapter 490 Taking Action (2)

"Bang!"

A muffled thud echoed through the factory as Emerson's jet-black dagger and Margaret's sharp blade wheel collided solidly in mid-air. Both enchanted items were of very high quality for second-tier enchanted items, and in that single strike, neither could gain the upper hand, resulting in a draw.

"Attack!" Seeing that the surprise attack had failed due to Connor's exposed aura, Martina glared at Connor, who was hiding on the factory roof beam, but she didn't complain much. She simply stepped forward and used her combined enchanted items to join Emerson and Margaret's battle.

Seeing Emerson suddenly appear and stop Margaret, Connor's lips curled into a hidden smile. He knew he had guessed correctly. Ignoring Martina's reproachful gaze, Connor leaped down from the roof beam, uttering a Byzantine cry: "Rise!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thirteen black beams of light shot out from the factory floor. In the blink of an eye, these black beams of light condensed into a magic circle, enveloping Connor, Martina, Emerson, and Margaret.

Seeing Connor standing behind Martina and Emerson, Margaret, who was trapped in the magic circle, still looked very vigilant and wary. However, Connor, who knew Margaret well, could see a sense of relief in her beautiful eyes that were faintly visible under her purple veil.

"Who are you? How dare you attack the Storm Church's arbitrators? Aren't you afraid of having your entire family executed?" Margaret's eyes swept over the two men and one woman who appeared before her. Although Connor had already informed them, she still pretended not to know and sternly rebuked Connor, Emerson, and Martina.

Martina's eyes flashed with disdain and mockery at Margaret's threat. Ignoring Margaret, she directly instructed Emerson and Connor beside her in a deep voice, "Make this quick and decisive, don't drag it out!"

Emerson and Connor exchanged a glance and nodded. To avoid alerting Margaret, Connor immediately pretended to unleash a mental attack on her. Meanwhile, Emerson, the assassin, continued to wield his dagger, moving around Margaret without directly confronting her. However, he would immediately launch an attack if Margaret revealed any weakness. Martina, as the leader, had already unleashed her powerful combined enchanted item, launching a direct assault on Margaret and putting immense pressure on her.

Despite Connor's apparent lack of effort, Margaret's situation remained precarious and dangerous under the combined attack of three wizards of the same rank, even though she had used her ultimate weapon, blood magic, and had made great efforts to resist with the second-tier defensive enchanted item, the Marorca Ring, mentioned in the secret society's intelligence.

Connor knew that Margaret couldn't hold out much longer in this situation. He had to either help her or she would have to use blood magic; he had to choose one. Blood magic was Margaret's biggest trump card, and it had to be used only when he was certain he could eliminate her. Otherwise, if Emerson or Martina escaped, not only would Connor be finished, but Margaret would also be doomed. Knowing this, Connor immediately made his decision, subtly giving Margaret a reassuring look, indicating that he would soon turn the tables and that she shouldn't use blood magic rashly!

After calming Margaret, who was desperately resisting under immense pressure, Connor immediately began to secretly observe Martina, who was launching a fierce attack on Margaret. At this moment, the combined enchanted artifact in Martina's hands was far more powerful than when she fought Connor in the past. Every swing of the ice-attribute jade bracelet emitted bursts of frost, while every strike of the lightning-attribute jade bracelet brought forth streaks of lightning. The power of the two bracelets complemented each other, causing the protective light barrier released by Margaret's Mallorca Ring to dim, and it looked as if it was about to be completely destroyed. More than 80% of the immense pressure that Margaret was enduring came from Martina's combined enchanted artifact.

With a serious expression, Connor made a decision: he would take out Martina first. Without Martina and the powerful combined enchanted item in her possession, Emerson, who was not good at direct confrontation as an assassin, would be helpless in the magic circle he had set up, and would be at the mercy of him and Margaret to kill him.

Having made his decision, and given Margaret's encirclement, Connor could no longer hesitate. He immediately retrieved the Silver Pendant from his spatial ring. However, just as Connor was about to use the pendant's amplified mental energy to lock onto Martina, who was bewildered and didn't understand why she was being targeted, his expression suddenly changed. He stopped what he was doing, and his black magic robe once again released a protective barrier, shielding him within it.

"Click!"

The moment the barrier formed by the black magic robe was completed, the dagger controlled by Emerson slammed into it with a sharp sound.

Emerson didn't seem to care that his sneak attack hadn't hurt Connor. Without the slightest hesitation, he sheathed his dagger and quickly stood beside Margaret. Margaret also reacted quickly, breaking free from Connor's mental lock and retrieving the combined magical artifact that was attacking her. Although Margaret wanted to pursue, she was too overwhelmed by the previous attack and was temporarily powerless to do anything but watch Martina easily escape the battle.

"Connor, what are you doing?" Martina glared angrily at Connor, gritting her teeth as she shouted.

Ignoring Martina's question, Connor gazed intently at Emerson, who stood beside Martina with the same gentle smile he had worn upon first meeting, and asked, "When did you discover me?"

"Should I call you Connor Ferguson or Mr. Kane?" Emerson asked Connor with a smile, his smile clearly tinged with smugness and his tone slightly teasing.

"You tampered with my magic circle?" Seeing Emerson, who had been so miserable and helpless in his magic circle yesterday, now leisurely mocking him on the magic circle bell, Connor's expression shifted, and he said in a gloomy tone:

(End of this chapter)