Chapter 76 - Chapter 76: Chapter 74 Night Brawl (2/2)

Everyone subconsciously thought Lady Isaac’s brother had just climbed out of the water, but Madam Irene, using the “Secret Ear Technique,” sensed a disturbance suddenly emerging hundreds of meters away.

She saw a dark figure running in the distance, seemingly trying to flee from the dock.

Irene took a deep breath and lifted the flintlock in her hand.

The shadow was nearly a hundred meters away, almost at the effective range limit of the flintlock, and in the pitch darkness, hitting him was next to impossible.

But a strand of black light wrapped around the bullet, bringing with it the scent of death and doom, and time itself seemed to freeze in an instant.

Irene had already closed her eyes. Lord of the Lost, grant Your enemy death!

“Bang!”

The bullet from the flintlock had been fired, crossing over the heads of the crowd, who were astonished, panicked, and at a loss, drawing a line of death that snatched life, hitting the dark figure right in the head over a hundred meters away.

He fell to the ground at the sound.

“No!!!!!!”

Lady Isaac’s scream tore through the port, her son having been forcefully taken to the Sea God Cult by his elder brother, and now her younger brother was the most important person in her life.

He was dead.

Finally, someone rekindled a torch. Lady Isaac, across a hundred-meter distance, looked at the murderer who shot her brother with a face twisted by hatred and vengeance!

Then her face showed a complicated expression, like that of despair.

There was one thing she had never lied about.

Lady Isaac liked the Moon Lady, held a great respect for Madam Irene who helped the needy, and had donated all the proceeds to the orphanage, without pocketing a single penny for herself.

Moreover, because of her, she hesitated and did not force Margaret to drink the potion on the spot, the fate she faced now was the result of her own actions.

“Hehehehe…”

Her gaze filled with hatred as she looked into Irene’s eyes, a miserable sneer on her face, and she turned and fled from the scene without hesitation.

The figure in the black robe and mask was about to break through the crowd but suddenly convulsed in pain due to a burst of sickly green fog at his feet. His skin began to corrode, and he bent over trembling.

That was the alchemical poisonous mist spray Byrne had thrown on his inevitable path, which he had bought at the auction. Although it couldn’t kill, the intense pain of skin burning was enough to incapacitate most people.

The figure in the black robe and mask managed to escape the range of the poison gas, only to be shot several times as he moved away from the crowd, his body riddled with wounds.

“What’s happening?”

He staggered, almost falling, as he was shocked to find that his body had become fragile. What were once grazing bullets could now penetrate flesh.

Then he saw the furious old knight, Aaron, charging at him, and the old Tempest Priest finding the perfect distance and position to cast icicles again.

Having had several of his ribs broken by an icicle earlier, the figure in the black robe and mask was particularly wary of the old priest’s spells, fighting off two Extraordinary Exponents of high-level Beginning with only half of his attention.

He managed to dodge the icicle only to be struck in the abdomen by the old knight’s bayonet, a pain erupting from the deepest layers of his organs, seriously wounding him!

“Evil cultist! I shall avenge my son Geralt!”

The old knight was filled with rage and held onto the spear without wanting to let go, not noticing that Irene was treating the wounds at his son’s neck.

“Bang!”

An acute pain arrived once more in the back, causing the dagger in the right hand of the figure in the black robe and mask to drop.

It turns out it was Byrne who had fired a flintlock shot from not far away that hit the back of the figure in the black robe and mask.

Yet, his brow remained furrowed.

It looked like the battle was about to be won, but Byrne still had not seen the mysterious rare artifact of Treasure class being used by the man in the black robe and mask. Why had he not played his trump card yet?

Could there be some kind of restriction on its use?

The formidable mobility of the man in the black robe and mask was totally restricted, and his location was clear. Just as the many guards were about to disregard the old knight’s life and shoot to kill both men, he suddenly erupted with an incredibly strong force!

“Ha!”

The muscles in the right hand of the figure in the black robe and mask, which didn’t have the dagger, suddenly tensed!

Then, incredibly, he twisted the steel-forged spear with his bare hands and with a swift punch, he fiercely penetrated the old knight’s chest armor, instantly shattering his heart in a visually stunning moment.

The proximity scared Aaron, who furrowed his brow and hastily retreated several steps.

There it is!

Byrne, from a distance, was shocked, soon realizing that this was the effect of the Treasure class, mysterious rare artifact. The upcoming battle was going to be even more perilous!

Suddenly, another bullet wrapped in black light, with utter precision, hit the chest of the figure in the black robe and mask.