The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

Altira quickly scanned all directions.

Are they all Warcraft?

There is no way to confirm the exact location of the enemy leader.

That being the case...

All we need to do is destroy all these grunts, right?

A colored pencil... a three-colored rod-shaped longsword appeared in his hand. Altira skillfully swung it, about to launch an attack, but Merlin stopped him.

Merlin, with a mischievous smile on his face, accurately cast his gaze in one direction.

“‘Scorpion Man’ Kitaburiru, I’ve heard you have the title of ‘Sage’. So, as a sage, when did you come to the illusion that it was your army that surrounded us, rather than us surrounding your army?”

No sooner had the words been spoken than the horde of monsters hidden in the forest stirred up a huge commotion.

Chapter 58 The Scorpion's Failure

A short distance away from Merlin and the others, a 'monster' was lurking in the woods.

Its entire body radiates a black sheen; its lower body is that of a scorpion, while its upper body is that of a 'human' covered in a shell resembling armor.

The blood-red eyes covered by its carapace cannot see too far, but the scorpion-man's own senses can clearly observe the current situation of that open space, and the magical beasts can also serve as its eyes.

Now, the ignorant prey have walked right into the trap.

His own poison could threaten that wall... After learning this, Uruk would have a high chance of wanting to assassinate him, and to do so, he would have to send out a small number of elite members. If he could seize such an opportunity to set a trap, he could greatly reduce the enemy's fighting strength once he succeeded.

With careful planning, it laid an ambush here, and the other party, as it expected, walked into the trap without suspicion.

While it's a bit of a shame that the enemy king wasn't among them and couldn't be captured in one fell swoop, this is normal. After all, not many kings would actually personally charge into battle, let alone undertake such a risky mission.

Anyway, once the city walls are destroyed and Uruk is flattened, then surely we will see a look of terror on the face of that arrogant king who dared to defy his mother and whose expression was almost unchanging?

Then, he would slowly inject the carefully prepared poison into the girl's body, causing her to die in endless agony...

Thinking of this, a cruel smile crept onto the lips of the scorpion-man Kitaburiru.

Who told that the king of that lowly ancient human race dared to defy his mother?

With the prey in the net, Kitaburiru used the magical beasts that were already lying in ambush in the forest to make a sound, intending to damage the morale of his opponents in advance. Even if he failed, it wouldn't matter; at most, he would just waste some useless grunts to overwhelm these people.

“‘Scorpion Man’ Kitaburiru, I’ve heard you have the title of ‘Sage’. So, as a sage, when did you come to the illusion that it was your army that surrounded us, rather than us surrounding your army?”

Everything was going so smoothly until the hideous magician accurately placed his gaze on his location and uttered such inexplicable words.

It wasn't until the magician suddenly spoke that Kitaburi suddenly realized...

Isn't that the white-robed warlock who single-handedly withstood the monsters' attack?

Upon realizing this, Kitaburiru was startled.

impossible! ! !

Why did it take you so long to notice the other person...?

Although it was initially assumed that a magician of such strategic importance would not be sent to carry out such a dangerous and unsuitable mission (Ophis: Anyway, I won't die, it would be better if I did), Kitaburiru could have modified the plan if he had been discovered first. But why was his presence not detected from the moment he entered the forest until he spoke just now?

No… now is not the time to think about this; I need to calm down first…

But before Kitaburi could react, the anomaly occurred.

The monsters, which had been poised and waiting for orders, began to stir.

As we all know, or if you don't know, you can search it on Baidu. Most scorpions have poor eyesight, or even almost no eyesight. Although Kitabriru is not a complete scorpion, he has inherited this trait to some extent.

Kitaburiru's eyesight, even compared to that of humans, is at most at the top level among ordinary humans. For a high-ranking being on par with gods, such visual ability is already appalling.

The reason I was able to snipe Orpheus from such a distance was simply because I was able to do so by connecting with the vision of other monsters.

And now, Kitaburiru is still connected to the vision of the other monsters.

So, Kitaburiru saw it.

Countless flowers suddenly emerged from the dense ranks of magical beasts, accompanied by black-armored warriors who appeared out of nowhere and immediately began to relentlessly attack the magical beasts around them.

Some magical beasts were caught off guard and were instantly cut down by the sword, while others managed to retaliate, but their attacks pierced through the black-armored warriors and struck their companions nearby.

If Kitaburiru's face wasn't covered by a carapace, it would be just as black now as it was when it was.

The black-armored warrior that Warcraft saw was nothing at all in its own eyes!

What it saw was just a group of subordinates dancing madly in place, occasionally falling down on their own or being cut down by their companions.

It has encountered this situation before.

When that magician single-handedly held off the monster's pursuit!

"Illusion..."

When hit, the illusion of being struck is used to deceive the mind, making the monsters believe they are truly dead, thus causing their mental death...

Or perhaps he was actually caught in the crossfire of his comrades' attack and died...

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!

Kitaburiru knew that in this situation, quantity was meaningless; only quality mattered.

In doing so, its attempt to ambush others with sheer numbers backfired and cost it dearly.

With a flick of its tail spike, a gaping hole appeared in the body of a monster that was trying to ambush it from behind.

In the eyes of the Warcraft horde, he had become the commander of those black warriors.

Its own commands were also intercepted, or rather, obscured by illusions, preventing the already low-intelligence monsters from recognizing them on their own.

These former subordinates have undoubtedly become their enemies.

Since that's the case, we can only deal with that magician first...

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Kitaburiru saw, through the eyes of several magical beasts whose gazes happened to fall on the target, that the damned magician cheerfully waved in his direction and then disappeared.

Consequently, one loses the ability to perceive the object in one's own senses.

"..."

How come that guy was so good at running away?!

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to retreat, since these subordinates aren't important anyway.

As Kitaburi thought about this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Who are the two people besides the magician?

How could I have ignored them again?!

Upon realizing something was wrong, Kitaburiru tried to speed up his escape, but then stopped.

"Is it too late!?"

With a furious roar, Kitaburiru pulled out two large cleavers made of the same material as his armor from who-knows-where and held them above his head.

A pure white figure descended from the sky, and the three-colored longsword, carrying a powerful force, slammed down onto Kitaburiru's blade.

The immense force shattered the earth around Kitaburiru, and the shockwave blasted away nearby monsters, while Kitaburiru himself sank into the ground.

However, Kitaburiru was, after all, an eight-legged creature. With eight points of support, it was not overwhelmed by this force. Instead, it quickly regained its footing and deflected the three-colored longsword.

The figure gracefully flipped backward with the force of the bounce, landing gently in front of Kitaburiru.

"To destroy you."

He declared this in a detached voice.

Chapter 59 The Scorpion Man Dies, a Strange Change Occurs

"Hey, that guy is really stupid. He has the strength and status of a god, but how could those monsters possibly escape my eyes?"

Sitting casually on a high place overlooking the battlefield, with his wand resting on his lap, Merlin wore a relaxed and carefree smile.

"Moreover, although you are powerful, it is not difficult for me to simply blur your presence. After all, I am quite skilled in deception."

Speaking words that were destined to be unheard by the other party, Merlin's habit of making pronouncements flared up again at this moment.

However, in the end, Merlin's smile gradually disappeared, and he made a troubled expression, sighed, and stood up.

"Really, really. I haven't even been sitting down for very long."

"Did you notice? He really is a coward who has only mastered the art of self-preservation to the extreme."

Ignoring the sarcastic remarks, Merlin tilted his dreamy purple eyes back.

"If your opponent is you, hmm... this is indeed a bit troublesome."

Ahead, there was a figure filled with contradictions.

Only that outer robe remained as white as ever.

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The three-colored longsword and the twin blades drew magnificent trajectories in mid-air, each intersection unleashing a powerful shockwave. However, the two blades closest to the shockwave seemed unaffected, continuing to wield their weapons.

Trying to pull away, Kitaburiru was stopped by the three-colored sword that suddenly lashed out at him like a whip. Kitaburiru clicked his tongue.

Its scorpion life experience is rich. When it comes to weapon warfare, it has dealt with everything, whether it is long or short, hard or soft. However, it will take some time to get used to this special weapon that is sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes hard and sometimes soft.

Scorpion-like creatures excel at attacking with the barbs on their tails, so a certain distance is essential, the farther the better. Being constantly attacked at close range is a serious disadvantage for them.

At such a short distance, attacking from the tail would be far too inaccurate; the only way to disrupt the opponent's rhythm is through occasional surprise attacks.

Altira was also aware of this, so he kept his opponent occupied, not giving Kitaburiru any chance to jump away.

...That's what they say, but Altira's real strength lies in using her weapon advantage to move around, sometimes close and sometimes far. So she's not quite comfortable with this close-quarters combat style, and the scorpion-man's constantly disruptive tail often interrupts her powerful attacks.

Whoever can adapt to unfamiliar tactics first, or adjust the situation to their advantage, may be the key to breaking the deadlock.

At this moment, Kitaburiru made a diagonal slash, but Altira unexpectedly neither dodged nor blocked it, instead thrusting his longsword straight down at his opponent.

Altira's action made Kitaburiru hesitate for a moment with some doubt, but he seemed to have thought of something, and with a disdainful snort, he swung his slash down.

Clang────

The two crisp sounds occurred almost simultaneously.