Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

Vanessa easily dodged, her twin swords clashing as she launched a relentless attack.

She forced the gnolls back with one slash, and then thrust the other slash at Zarido's throat.

"Don't get provoked! I'll buy you time, quickly enter Berserk mode!"

The gnolls were getting impatient. Even though everyone was a mid-level player, they were still being suppressed in a two-on-one situation.

Its wrist, along with the flail, glowed with an orange-red light, and its strength suddenly became fierce.

Enhance magic.

Vanessa wasn't about to give it a chance. She flipped the scimitar in her left hand, and the scimitar that was originally slashing at Zarido suddenly stood upright with the hilt pointing downwards.

It slammed hard onto the jackal's wrist.

The hilt of the scimitar simultaneously glowed with a dark light, dispelling the gnoll's enhancement magic.

But this also gave Zarido an opportunity.

It suddenly became crazed, its eyes bloodshot, and its whole body exuded an astonishing murderous aura.

Alright! I've finally entered berserk mode!

The gnoll ignored the excruciating pain in his wrist and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

......

The snake flicked its tongue and twisted its thick tail at great speed.

It wielded a long, curved sword and thrust it fiercely at the nearest monk, Jet.

Jet barely dodged, then threw a right punch, aiming for the snake man's left shoulder.

The snake-man twisted his supple body to nimbly dodge, his longsword sweeping across to force Jet back.

The instant Jet retreated, an ice spear and an arrow were fired simultaneously.

The snake-man easily dodged the ice spears and deflected the arrows with his long, curved sword.

Jeter seized the opportunity to launch a rapid attack, raining down punches and kicks.

The snake-man used his physical abilities to dodge all attacks, then swung his longsword at the opponent's neck.

Just then, the freezing ray on Claire's staff lit up, and an icy blue light struck the snake-man directly.

The snake-man's movements slowed down immediately, and Jet threw a punch that hit him!

The sword struck directly onto the scales on his face, causing the opponent's sword aimed at his neck to miss its mark.

"Use special arrows!" Claire glanced at Kelda, who was aiming intently in the distance, and shouted the order.

The highest level spell she possesses is the third-level Blizzard.

While the blizzard can effectively restrict the enemy's movements, it can also hit teammates. Vanessa's side must not be disturbed.

However, if Kelda were to add a few more ice arrows to slow the snake-man down again, the monk in front of them might be able to gain the upper hand with the support of the two men's firepower.

Kelda touched the quiver, a smile spreading across her face. "Sorry, I was in such a rush before leaving that I forgot to bring my special arrows."

Claire's face darkened.

Another useless teammate.

......

Rhodes didn't rush to make a move. The players on the field were all mid-level powerhouses, and the Flame Arrow alone wouldn't be able to cause any significant trouble.

He searched for a suitable environment to attack while observing the situation on the battlefield.

Even with the berserk goblin leader and a mid-level gnoll at a disadvantage against Vanessa, the three of them together could contend with the snake-man.

From this perspective, the situation doesn't seem to be a hopeless predicament.

As my gaze shifted, I suddenly met a pair of ruby-like eyes.

Two pairs of eyes met in mid-air.

The other party was the cat-spirit girl, who was staring at him with a hint of amusement in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

She licked her lips like a wild beast, her eyes flashing with ferocity.

The target is me!

Rhodes' breath hitched.

I just used the Appraisal skill to confirm that the other party's profession is a Wanderer, and it seems that they have already acquired a secondary profession.

Is he an assassin? Or something else?

Rhodes was unaware of the duties of the wanderers.

The cat-eared assassin, holding an unseen weapon, lunged at him like a hunting beast.

In a flash,

Rhodes felt an overwhelming sense of danger surging in from all directions, every cell in his body screaming with fear, a feeling that rendered him unable to move.

What kind of ability is this?

Is it magic, or racial talent?

Even if Rhodes's mind worked incredibly fast, he could only watch helplessly as the other person drew closer and closer.

"roar!"

Just at this critical moment, a huge white figure rushed out from the side, accompanied by a deep roar.

Krud charged forward like a small mountain, blocking the cat-eared assassin's path. His two bear paws slammed into the ground, sending shards of rock flying and forcefully disrupting the opponent's attack rhythm.

Rhodes finally snapped out of his fear, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He was saved by a druid.

The cat-eared assassin wanted to launch another attack on Rhodes, but the white bear in front of him kept slapping his paws, constantly interfering with him, so he simply switched to dealing with the white bear with all his might.

Rhodes raised his staff and began firing flaming arrows in support.

Thanks to Vanessa's strength, the battlefield is currently at a near-equal footing. I must hold back this wanderer at all costs and wait for Vanessa to kill one of them, breaking the balance and giving me hope for victory.

Conversely, if the cat-eared assassins or snake-men cannot be contained, the elite-level side will most likely suffer a total wipeout.

The cat-eared assassin nimbly dodged Rhodes's relentless barrage of fire arrows while simultaneously dealing with the white bear's attacks.

She suddenly swayed, pretending to bypass the white bear and rush towards Rhodes.

As expected, Krud fell for the trap. Just as he was about to use his massive body to block the cat-eared assassin, he saw a smug look appear in the assassin's blood-red eyes:

"idiot."

The cat-eared assassin raised his left hand, his five fingers spread wide.

"Buzz—"

Krud felt a powerful mental force explode deep within his mind.

The polar bear's massive body stiffened, then trembled all over, as if it were enduring immense pain.

Its massive body instantly disintegrated, transforming back into a human, curled up on the ground convulsing.

The cat-eared assassin swept her tongue across her upper lip as she slowly approached Rhodes, her clear voice filled with pleasure.

"A polar bear's fur is highly resistant to all kinds of damage, but it cannot resist emotional damage."

"What a pity."

She ignored Krud, who was convulsing on the ground, and instead, like a wild beast that enjoys toying with its prey, she approached Rhodes step by step.

Not an assassin!

It is the domain of a wanderer who is proficient in the spiritual realm.

A name slowly surfaced in Rhodes's memory.

Soul Blader.

Soulblade users are skilled in mental magic and can draw upon their spiritual power to form weapons, the color and shape of which vary from person to person.

Surprisingly, the cat-eared girl's weapon was colorless and transparent.

Once he remembered the other person's identity, Rhodes stopped looking into their eyes and turned to run away along the barrier field.

The cat-eared girl's smile faded somewhat.

Before he could even cast another mind spell, the little mage turned and ran away.

Don't you know that turning your back on a vagrant on the battlefield is a very dangerous thing?

I thought he was a very interesting mage, but it seems I was wrong.

The cat-eared girl easily caught up with Rhodes thanks to her agility as a wanderer.

She raised the transparent blade of thought in her hand high, and the little mage suddenly turned around, his speed becoming extremely fast.

Rhodes threw his staff with his left hand to attract attention, while his right hand wielded a humming rapier, glowing with the pale moonlight, which swept through the air in a beautiful semi-circle towards the cat-eared girl.