Chapter 151: One thing after another (2/2)

Han Shuo clearly saw all of this from his vantage point in the distance. He took in a deep breath when he saw the carriage approaching the big tree he was hidden in. Holding it in and watching things closely, he tightening his grasp on the Demonslayer Edge.

A cracking sound erupted from the bottom of the carriage at that moment as the carriage exploded into pieces. Wood shards, sand, and dust flew everywhere as milky-white sword aura shot up two meters into the air, flaring out over the now destroyed carriage. The exploding sword aura was like a bristling porcupine, and Lucky had the body of the porcupine within the spikes of the sword aura.

At this time, Han Shuo discovered that Lucky was an assassin who also happened to be a sword master. The milky-white sword aura flashed by and vanished like it had never appeared. The pieces of the carriage were shattered and lay all over the ground. One person within the carriage was full of bloody holes and had died instantly, whereas the groom at the front of the carriage was running for his life.

Han Shuo had felt extraordinarily surprised in the beginning, thinking that Lucky had succeeded so quickly. However, he realized that the person in the carriage was completely foreign to him when he looked at the corpse. It wasn’t Clark at all. The scattered footsteps swiftly approaching from all directions immediately made Han Shuo realize the severity of the situation.

“We got played, retreat!” Han Shuo immediately called out from the treetop and leapt down from the thick growth.

Lucky’s expression remained calm as he scanned the surroundings, calling back softly, “We’ll split up and go through the surrounding houses.”

Han Shuo nodded and didn’t say much, leaping into the air and landing on a roof. When he looked back, he saw that Lucky had already disappeared miraculously.

Han Shuo’s heart became even calmer at this time as he coolly looked around and noticed that several soldiers had appeared on the streets to the front and back. These men were charging down on the back of horses, and several had drawn back on their bows to send arrows shooting towards him.

Clark, with an easy expression on his face, walked out from the direction of Calvert’s house with another middle-aged knight that was well built. Their gazes landed on Han Shuo as they spurred on the battlesteeds beneath them to come charging over.

There were many houses in the surroundings, but when Han Shuo concentrated and listened, he noticed that there didn’t seem to be anyone living in them. He didn’t know if they’d been moved beforehand. It was only now that he was a bit regretful that he hadn’t used his extremely sensitive senses to investigate his surroundings. He’d been too focused on killing Clark and hadn’t thoroughly probed the details.

Han Shuo dodged nimbly when the arrows came shooting over, he noticed many more soldiers were approaching. He weighed things up and cast the “Art of the Demonic Ninth Heaven”, sending himself shooting into the air and away like a hawk.

The numerous arrows whistled over and were batted away by the Demonslayer Edge. He’d flown out of the encirclement in the blink of an eye and alighted on a large tree in the distance.

Although Han Shuo wasn’t that well versed in the Art yet, he had no problem simply flying through the air. It was because of this Art that he could break free from the soldiers.

In addition, Han Shuo discovered that compared to the levitation spells that archmages could cast in this world, the “Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens” was much more advanced. None of the levitation spells that the archmages could cast even came close to his Art’s speed and maneuverability.

He took a deep breath in and took stock of his surroundings, discovering that Clark had almost a hundred soldiers with him. These people were conducting a carpet style search, going through each room looking for Lucky. They gave up hunting down Han Shuo after he left and was focused on finding Lucky.

Just as Han Shuo started worrying for Lucky, a figure, using a levitation spell, quickly approached from the distance. The moon was covered by a cloud of dark mist in a second and the already dim sky immediately darkened. When the figure drew close, it took out a mage staff, made of white bone from its spacious sleeves and chanted out a spell in a low voice.

Suddenly, numerous skeletal, zombie, and ghoul warriors, as well as gargoyles and hate warriors appeared, charging towards the soldiers.

Another low chant rang out as bone arrows flew wildly through the air and crashed into the soldiers, making them cry out in agony.

“Oh my gosh, it’s an archmage level necromancer!” Calvert suddenly cried out with shock.

Han Shuo was also greatly surprised as he fixed an ardent gaze on the necromancer that had appeared in the air, absolutely taken aback by the destructiveness of the necromancy magic.