Chapter 111: Zelda (1/2)

ATTACK!!! Launch every attack you have now! Don't let him make a move!”

Carn's voice broke slightly as he shouted his orders and it sounded more like a scream. He hadn't screamed to raise his men's spirits or morale, neither did he do it as a way to attain control of this situation. He had simply just given in to his fears as a sense that f dread gripped his heart by the casual motion of that man.

At his words, the men around him also became flustered and hastily launched a vast amount of spells and arrows at the hooded man while also wailing in fright.

”|Curse Arrow|, |Fireball|, |Fire Rain|, |Emerald Burst|, |Scorching Ray|, |Magic Arrows|, |Confusion|, |Open Wounds|, |Poison|, |Fear|, |Blindness|...”

The hooded man performed no other actions as he just stared at the incoming storm of spells and arrows that lashed against him.

These were all Tier 2 spells and below and even the arrows held no enchantment so Tyler was fairly confident that he had enough resistance to resist them all without even lifting a finger.

Just as he had expected, the spells did not damage him and the arrows could not even chip the fur on his coat. After taking on a barrage of their strongest attacks, the man has still come out unscathed.

”Well, that was pointless.”

At the hooded man's casual tone, one of the men closest to Carn screamed wildly after being stricken with fear as he saw all their attacks being so ineffective that they might as well just be bright colors in the dark night.

As members of the organization, they were used to dangerous situations and had even faced stronger opponents than them, but this was just ridiculous. What exactly were they supposed to do against an opponent that could not only kill their boss in a single move but could also shrug off the strongest attacks of more than a dozen mages and archers.

Fear the likes of which he had never felt before gripped his heart and in desperation, he pulled out an ominous black scroll and immediately activated it.

Carn's eyes widened upon seeing that particular scroll in the possession of the man. Mix emotions weld up within him as he couldn't even react in time. That was a valuable item they had been tasked with smuggling through the city by a certain noble.

There was no conceivable reason why such a thing would be in the possession of that man. The only possible answer he could think of was simple, the man had stolen it from the organization, and quite recently if he still had it on him knowing fully well what the organization does to traitors.

Then again, there had been several scrolls alongside a variety of other items in the list so perhaps he had just been stupid enough to think a single scroll would not be missed.

However, Carn held his breath, he could not think of such a thing in this situation. This man's reckless foolishness was now a ray of sunshine in the dark nightmare he had somehow found himself in.

That was a peak Tier 5 dark attack scroll. A scroll that contained the same raw power of a demon elder and even some weaker demon lords. No matter how much resistance he had. The hooded man shouldn't be unable to stand against such a spell. Carn refused to believe that such a shady fellow wielded the same level of strength as a demon lord.

”DARKBOLT!”

The black scroll was engulfed in greyish-white flame and turned to dust. In its place, a massive beam of brilliant darkness was unleased at the hooded man faster than the speed of light. Most of the men around him were blown away by the force of the spell and even Carn could not imagine the man being able to avoid an attack at this level.

With a loud whoosh, a seemingly endless torrent of darkness in the form of a grayish-black radiance flooded towards Tyler in an instant and engulfs him as he simply raised his left arm to shade his eyes.

This was fifth-tier magic, a spell that borders at the verge of the sixth tier — a height Carn could never hope to attain.

This attack would annihilate all below the rank of an elder, and even elders would meet the same fate. The difference was only if they were reduced to sightless atoms, or if there would be some remains left behind.

Even behemoths should receive some damage, demon lords would also not be spared. Right?

Yes— it would surely be strange if that was not the case.

So why, why was he... Why was he still there?

Monster.

He didn't know who had said that but he wholeheartedly believed him as no normal merchant should be this strong.

The monster dress like a man had not been blasted into glowing ash, sprawled on the ground, or pulverized into meat jelly, but he was still standing nonchalantly, and even acted like he was also surprised by the outcome.

”—Huh, I took that head on to test my resistance and durability but… This is a strange outcome… I guess this goes to show that I can't ever let my guard down as even trash like you can be lucky enough to possess something so fascinating.”

The spell just then had blown his hood away as the material was at best at the Tier 3 standard and even his coat had patches of dark burnt marks as he had not defended with any magical means and while he was unhurt, the spell still had an effect on him.

Tyler stared at his left arm as the torrent of darkness disappeared. The crack on his arm had corroded his glove and destroyed it. The crack seems to absorbed the negative energy in the darkbolt and expanded.

Tyler sighed inwardly. If this went on he might turn into an undead in his sleep but he still had no idea how to handle this. He cast a few lights heals on his arm until it became manageable and turned around to take a look at the effects of that spell.

The clearing he was in had a fenced-off junkyard behind him and it had been blown to smithereens by the residual effects of that spell.

If he hadn't absorbed most of the force he was sure the damage would've been much worse. This combined with the fact that his face had now been revealed to these clowns, Tyler felt like he was quite unlucky this time.

”So much for being discreet huh... With my hood gone, I guess we're done here.”

His voice didn't seem particularly upset or worried they had all seen his appearance which was quite different from the normal residence of this city and it would be easy for him to be identified but his tone just carried a wave of indifference.

Carn gulped at his words, both he and his band of thieves were not equipped to deal with situations like this and most of their eyes had lost their luster as a complicated expression was plastered on their faces.