Chapter 61 (2/2)

Fwoosh~ The Whistle let out a high pitched sound and sped through the atmosphere, landing a hit on the bandits.

Six hundred feet was a really long distance for spellcasting. At the 300-foot mark, Link could barely control the attack, and by the 600 feet mark, Link could barely even feel the existence of the magic anymore. It was tough to ensure the magic didn’t disintegrate.

This was the difference between magic and weapons like guns, bows, and arrows. Magic was way more volatile and difficult to control!

In order to preserve the integrity of the magic, a Magician had to constantly focus and control his powers. The maximum distance of an attack was dependent on both the techniques of the Magician and the tenacity of the Magician’s soul.

Naturally, the discussion of the soul falls into the realm of mystic studies, and its strength was difficult to quantify. Judging from Link’s current power, maintaining a magical attack beyond 600 feet was already his limit.

It was impossible for him to control the trajectory of his attack at this distance.

The success of this long distance attack fully depended on his estimations before he lost control of his magic.

Link had full faith in the game system that the line of fire shown would allow him to successfully hit his targets.

The foot of the mountains.

…

Andy had no clue about his impending demise. After the black-robed Magician promised to offer help, the Magician on his tail was the least of his worries. Link was strong, but he too had a strong Magician on his side.

Currently, he simply had to follow the plan he made together with the black-robed Magician to lead Link into the trap they created.

When Link appeared at the mountain’s summit, Andy was elated, the trap was set up midway down the mountains. As long as his enemies continued to be on their trail, they would fall victim to their elaborately planned trap.

Andy even slowed down his pace so that he could turn back to aid the black-robed Magician when the trap was triggered.

“No one has ever managed to make me look so bad in front of my men. When I get hold of you, you will be sorry you were ever born!” Andy browsed through the thousands of torture methods he knew by heart and swore to use them all on Link.

All of a sudden, a voice disrupted him from his thoughts.

“Hide behind the trees now! Immediately!”

The voice was anxious and rough, yet familiar—it was the black-robed Magician!

Andy had no idea what was happening but he trusted that the black-robed Magician would do him no harm. He threw himself behind a tree nearly a foot and a half wide in diameter.

At that moment, he heard a familiar yet terrifying whistling sound hissing into his ears.

A sharp sound echoed through the surroundings and boom! Andy felt a heat wave surge through the forest, violently disrupting the tranquility. This was followed by cries of pain and despair.

He emerged from his hiding spot and saw a revolting scene. At the place he was at, the remaining 14 members of the Syndicate lay lifelessly on the ground. Five of them died immediately on the spot while nine of them were injured. Among them, the five who were lucky enough to suffer mild injuries had a look consumed by fear and had already lost all morale.

The Syndicate bandits had lowered their guard and stuck together in a small group simply because they thought the enemy was far away.

Little did they know that a Whistle spell from Link almost wiped out their entire squad.

No, it did, in fact, wipe out the whole squad!

Andy’s heart was beating at an insane rate, just when he wanted to remind the remaining members to split up and take cover, the familiar voice rang out again.

“Hide! The attack is here again!”

With lightning speed, Andy retreated behind the same tree.

The whistling sound struck again, followed by a deafening explosion and propelling rubble and dirt everywhere.

The only difference was the lack of screams. This time, there was complete silence.

Andy was devastated. The Night Blade Squad that he spent so much effort cultivating was now history.

In the end, they were all useless in the face of magic.

Is magic really such a fearsome power? Or is it the Magician that is terrifying? Have I incurred the wrath of someone I should never have? Andy began to question his decisions. His mind was in a whirl.

Link’s magic had exceeded the expectations of Andy in every way. Under the fearsome assault, Andy’s efforts were once again, all for naught.