Chapter 97: Hoho, Were Doomed (1/2)

Morphesto sliced at the entangling tendrils and pulled at his chocobo’s leash, planning on leaving the tentacle infested land and restarting his charge after putting some distance between them and the village.

He was the commander of the mountain bandits’ raid.

During the afternoon, Beardy and his group of bandits went out for their routine survey of the surrounding area and never came back. Soon after their departure, their souls appeared in the Soul Lamp all mountain bandits were bound too—they had died.

They hadn’t expected there to be someone brave enough to provoke their gang. The leader of the mountain bandits was outraged, he sent Morphesto and his group to take action, ordering them to launch their attack immediately. His words were clear, “Burn that village to the ground, leave no person left alive!”

But from the looks of it, they were facing some unexpected issues…

“What the hell is this!”

A mage next to Morphesto was glaring at the squirming tentacles.

“You don’t recognize this magic?” Morphesto asked politely.

Although he was the appointed commander of this operation, Morphesto knew that the group of old mages placed much higher than himself in his boss’s heart. If he were to act rudely towards the mages, he would be in for some punishments from their boss when they got back.

“This isn’t magic, it isn’t even a Divine Art… It’s more like a ritual of the fishfolk, but people on land usually wouldn’t be believers of the Ocean God… Could it be that the revenant mages of the Black Tower have discovered some new form of revenant summoning magic?” The old mage was doubting himself.

Looks like he wouldn’t be of much help any time soon.

Morphesto let out a small sigh, but he was also glad that it seemed like the youngster using this magic had not properly mastered it yet. Although the magic was pretty gross, it wasn’t all that strong.

Once the chocobos start accelerating, these octopus tentacles wouldn’t be able to latch onto them!

Even so, during their confusion, the other sword-wielding kid had already rushed into the swarm of tentacles, easily cutting down a few unlucky riders who couldn’t free themselves in time.

In just a single charge, they had already lost a tenth of their men, Morphesto knew he couldn’t underestimate the two kids.

He cracked his whip in the air rhythmically according to the signals the mountain bandits had previously established, the remaining riders immediately split into two groups, planning on sandwiching the teens in the middle.

They were forty-something fully grown bandits against two short, lanky, twelve to thirteen-year-old kids, and yet they had to fight this seriously, they would become laughing stocks if anyone else knew.

But Morphesto knew that some people in this world didn’t play by regular rules… He had seen such a monster in the holy city of Instan before becoming a bandit.

So after realizing he wasn’t up against normal humans, Morphesto wasn’t going to judge a book by its cover, he had to give it their all and destroy their enemies in a single blow.

His decision was proven to be correct.

The two kids were extremely powerful. Morphesto felt that even the guards of the holy city couldn’t beat them in a 1 v 1, but against a stampede closing in on both sides, plus countless attacks from all directions, they were overwhelmed and lost their bearings—taking several direct hits from the bandits!

The kid that could summon weird aquatic creatures seemed to have a limit of how many summons he could have at a time, after confirming this fact, they weren’t too hard to beat.