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

“Don’t kill them, I want to make them my test subjects for my soul experiments!” a few of the mages ordered.

So Morphesto had to hold back his bloodlust and let his other riders continue wearing them down and look for openings to land a few more non-lethal strikes, making them lose a lot of blood so they couldn’t fight back.

What he could understand was how these two were still standing. Their bodies had obviously taken a beating, and with how much blood was drenching them and the ground beneath them, they should be passing out any second, but they weren’t even showing any signs of fatigue… Actually, aside from the original burst of blood from their wounds, their wounds somehow started to eerily look like they were only drawn on.

Morphesto couldn’t even order any of his men to go capture those meddling villagers! As soon as fewer people were on them, it was possible that the teens would take the opportunity to retaliate!

Maybe they should start negotiating instead.

Just as Morphesto was planning his step, the bloodied cross-wielding kid suddenly leaped towards the casting mage, ignoring the multiple stab wounds on his body and swung the cross in his hand, “Skyward Slash!”

The mage didn’t have time to react. His chocobo was sent flying out from beneath him at an absurd angle from the cross’s strike. The mage naturally fell from his mount—landing heavily on his back.

The next moment, the sword-wielding kid rushed up to, jumping over the several riders pinning him and skewering his long sword through the mage’s skull!

“D*mn it, wrong guy, this blabbering one isn’t their leader!” After the two finished off the mage with a single combo, the cross-wielding kid looked at the rest of the unflinching mountain bandits and let out a groan, “The Boss is someone else!”

They had wanted to kill off the leader in one blow so the other fighters would lose their orders to turn the tide? No, before this, how did they even communicate and formulate such a strategy? If they hadn’t communicated, how would it be possible for them to work together so perfectly?

Morphesto was getting worried.

This wouldn’t do. Even if it meant angering the other mages, these two dangerous children couldn’t be left alive, they had to be killed immediately!

Thus, he cracked his whip again, sending out orders.

But this time, his enemies seemed to notice—the cross-wielding kid had a fire in his eyes as he stared at Morphesto like a wolf staring down its prey!

Morphesto calmed himself, ‘It’s okay, they’re heavily damaged and won’t be able to last much longer, plus we outnumber them, we have forty chocobo riders, tell me how we could lose!’

“Attack! Don’t let them escape!” Since he was found out, there was no more need to hide, Morphesto shouted loudly, rallying his men, “We outnumber them, they only have two people!”

The next second, a loud boom rang in the air.

Morphesto had thought that one of his mages had started attacking, but he realized something was wrong, why was the sound coming from behind him?

He turned to look and his whole body stiffened.

A few commercial carriages appeared out of the woods god knows when, but the carriage was filled with people, even a rough estimate counted fifty to sixty people.

They even used their abilities to clear out obstacles in their path to help the carriage move smoothly, leaving a straight path of destruction behind them…

“I hear,” a young mage said as he hopped off the carriage, smirking slightly at Morphestus, “You outnumber us?”