30 The Ascetic Part 1 (1/2)

Saleen was different from other mages in that he especially cherished his magic chords. As his mental power was always brimming and never lacking, he strived to practice his control of magic. This ice ball suddenly stopped in midair and exploded, causing tens of icicles to pierce the bodies of the assassins.

These two assassins had mastered the sword aura, but the low temperature of the icicles had caused their blood to coagulate instantly. If their blood was not flowing, they would not have any energy. Sika, who was beside Saleen, had been extremely alert, as her boomerang had already flown out of her hands.

Saleen grew more reassured. Unless these two assassins had mastered the Dead Soul spell, they would not be a threat to him dead.

The attack this time was efficient. However, the existence of the squad was exposed. In an instant, the battle before them had started. Saleen said to Sika in a low voice, ”You go up front and kill their holy master.”

”What about you?” Sika was a little worried. In the Caucasus region, the greatest honor for an outstanding warrior like her was to protect the priests. Sika was a muddled girl, but she held high regards for the word ‘honor”. If she had not met Saleen, there was a high possibility that she would have been tricked by a mercenary regiment into performing hard labor instead.

Saleen’s face was green under the illumination of the Fluorescence spell. He grit his teeth and said, ”Go quickly!”

Sika had no idea why Saleen was irritated. From what she had seen, she did not consider such a battle tough. The opponent’s swordsmen possessed similar abilities, and the mage on their side would be sufficient in influencing the result of the battle.

Sika was not to be blamed for not understanding Saleen’s anxiousness. Saleen appeared composed, but he was, in fact, regretful of this expedition. His greatest regret was killing that holy master. In this group, he was one who read the most, and he understood the significance of the oracles of the Holy See.

On the surface, the status of an oracle was below that of the religion. However, the capabilities of an oracle were superior to that of the religion. Since what was done was done, he could not turn back. Saleen wanted to kill all of the people who had seen him and try his best to escape to the Qin Empire before the arrival of an oracle.

For a Grade 1 mage, it was not embarrassing to be on the run, especially in a situation where the forces of the enemy could be compared to that of a Grade 9 mage. Saleen’s decision could be considered smart.

Sika put her boomerang back into the leather case and removed the huge cudgel on her back. With a leap, she jumped out of the cover of the Fog of Confusion. Saleen was shocked by the distance of her leap; that was an unbelievably huge leap!

Sika held some grievances in her heart and they could not be vented out on Saleen. Thus, she vented it all out on their opponents.

The physiques of the Caucasus people were constitutionally stronger than that of standard swordsmen. Sika was from a warrior lineage; her humongous cudgel was made from the thigh bone of an exterminated magic beast and was a hundred times sturdier than a metal rod. She leaped out of the Fog of Confusion and had in one blow, hit the holy master on his head.

With a titter, the holy master who had been attending to his compatriot had his head smashed into pieces like a watermelon by the cudgel. The hot fluids from his brain splattered everywhere. The spear swordsman, whom the holy master had been attending to, was instantly drenched by the white shiny liquid and some entered his mouth and nose.

Without waiting for him to be disgusted, Sika’s cudgel landed on his head in an instant.

The defensive power of a spear swordsman was not lower than that of a shield swordsman. The problem was that Sika’s cudgel was not something their heads could withstand. The blow instantly intensified the disgusting smell in the air. This spear swordsman had suffered incontinence just before his death, and the cave was filled with a strange smell as though a carnivorous beast had just passed through.

After wiping out the wounded, Sika went in search of the other holy master. The battle ahead was very intense. Lucas’ eagle plumes were used up, and he was using his three-edged dagger in combat. He was fighting the heavily armored swordsmen; two heavily armored swordsmen together attacking an archer. Even if Lucas had mastered close combat skills, it was not possible for him to be a match for the heavily armored swordsmen.

Sika ignored him, because Sarah who wielded a flexible sword was in a more dangerous situation. Sarah was using martial skills from the Qin Empire which were more effective in a small scale battle such as this one compared to in a war. If the sword aura was not taken into consideration, Sarah would surely be the one with the strongest martial skills in this squad.

Now, Sarah was being attacked by a short-haired, middle-aged man. Her right hand, which had been treated by Saleen earlier, was injured again, and there was blood seeping through her leather jacket.

Canghong and Pino were in no better of a situation. The first round of sneak attacks had killed a spear swordsman and two archers. Now they were up against a heavily armored swordsman. Canghong’s brilliant armor had lost its sheen of yesteryears and grown greyish. There were prominent cuts on his chest, one of which had almost caused his armor to be chopped into two.

Canghong’s armor, which appeared hardly substantial, was in fact a piece of magic armor. The heavily armored swordsman waved around a heavy sword that was as broad as a door plank, and was leading the battle despite fighting one-to-two. Both Canghong and Pino did not dare clash with the heavily armored swordsman’s weapon and struggled to dodge it in the narrow cave.

The soft whip held on Canghong’s soft boot had already been cut, and Pino’s thin sword had long since been thrown off. In his hand was a sword blade that he had picked up. Sika glanced around the battleground and discovered something amiss. The opponents had eleven people. Saleen had killed two of them, she had killed two, and three corpses were on the ground, but there were four more opponents on the battlefield.

Sika did not find the second holy master, and thus ran straight towards the short-haired man whom Sarah was battling.