Chapter 25: Submission? Or Death!

  The leader of the defeated Blood Blade thieves, Slaylord, who wore a horned helmet, drew out the twin swords that had been stuck in his waist scabbard. The twin swords, which had originally shone with a cold metallic luster, instantly emitted a bright silver-white light as soon as they were tightly grasped by both hands.

  Being able to attach silver fangs with various uses to weapons is the most distinctive feature of the White Silver rank.

  "Get out of the way!"

  In the midst of a low, drinking voice, Slrod walked straight towards Sakratin, who was leaning against the wolf's bloodline, with his hands holding swords in front of him like a crusader, taking big strides and chopping down anyone in his way.

  Sreloth's voice was like a pardon to the common thieves who had been struggling to survive, and they hastily retreated, clearing out a large area.

  "Barbarian, I admire your courage and will, so - surrender? Or death!"

  Slaylord continued to move forward, his gaze firmly locked onto Sakraddin of the Wolfsblood clan. As he spoke, he raised his hands and pointed the tip of his sword at Sakraddin.

  A mighty aura, from Sreloth's sword blade radiating bright silver-white light, burst forth and even the flames of the burning Blazing Bull Inn seemed to flutter unsteadily.

  "Die!"

  Sreloth's powerful aura did not intimidate or subdue Sakraddin of the Wild Wolf bloodline, but instead provoked him to let out a furious roar and charge forward with his massive wolf-toothed club.

  "A wrong choice."

  As he rushed towards his own Sacra Lament, Srebrod still had the leisure to make such an evaluation.

  And just as Sreylod finished his evaluation, Sakuradin had already charged into close range under the buff of the Wolf's Bloodline. The high-flying wolf-toothed club was carrying a faint white iron glow and a low wolf howl, heavily smashing down onto Sreylod's cow-horned helmet.

  The awakened blood of the wild wolf, the white iron rank... is the true strength of Sacra Din.

  "Foolish barbarians."

  The leader of the Blood Blade Gang muttered a sentence, and he swiftly drew his twin swords.

  In the sound of speech, the wolf's fang club had already heavily smashed onto the double-handed sword.

  A piercing clanging sound rang out, the compressed air transformed into swirling currents that enveloped a roughly two-meter radius around the two figures exchanging blows, kicking up a gray-black smoke that obscured their vision!

  A low groan came from within the smoky area, and then Sakuradin, who had launched an attack, spat out blood with a huge diagonal slash wound on his chest that exposed bone, stumbling backward out of the smoke. He barely managed to steady himself just before crashing into the door of the Bellowing Bull Inn.

  "Barbarian, even if you were to fully unleash the power of your Wild Wolf bloodline in conjunction with White Iron Heart, your strength would barely reach Bronze rank. And my rank is... Upper Silver."

  The leader of the Blood Blade gang, Slade, slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, speaking in a tone that was clearly boastful.

  "Steward's military swordsmanship? Hehehe——" Sakuradin, who was spitting out fresh blood, showed a mocking smile towards Sreloth, and his gaze fell on the difficult-to-continue words behind Sreloth: "Unfortunately... it's you."

  Sreloth's eyes suddenly narrowed, and with his White Silver Upper Tier strength, he finally sensed that something was amiss.

  He swiftly turned around, only to see the infuriating sight of Kolenweh, the slave trader who was supposed to be knocked unconscious on the ground, now standing up and emitting a warrior's aura. He tightly grasped a short sword and charged towards the slender fire mage who was still preparing his magic.

  No one had ever thought that Kolenwe, the plump and round slave merchant, actually possessed the strength of a Bronze Lower Class.

  So the sword thrust by slave trader Colenwi pierced through the chest of the thin Fire Magician without any surprise.

  However, the slave trader Colenwe didn't even have time to reveal a triumphant smile before he was shocked to discover that the emaciated fire magician he had just stabbed through the heart... shattered!

  BOOM!!!!!!!

  The emaciated fire magician burst into a ball of flames, not only blasting the failed slave trader Colenwi, but also affecting several nearby bandits who were too slow to react.

  The robbers on fire let out a terrified scream, because the flames that had stained their bodies could not be extinguished no matter how they were beaten, and the more they beat them, the more fiercely they burned.

  Only the slave trader, Korren Wei, who was blown away, managed to roll on the ground in a circular motion for over a dozen times, leaving behind a diagonal path of flames, until he finally succeeded in taking off his outer cloak and distancing himself from the raging inferno near the crossroads.

  This scene made Sleerod, the leader of the Blood Blade gang, feel a little relieved.

  Just then, a fist with sharp, green-tipped claws suddenly appeared behind Srelored's head!

  The intuition of the White Silver Rank warrior allowed Slay to dodge the fatal blow by diving forward just before his neck was pierced.

  A fist that seemed to appear out of nowhere finally landed squarely on Sreloth's back, shattering the metal cuirass he wore with a sickening zzt sound.

  "How does the extremely toxic blister beetle poison feel?"

  Cynthia Slendy appeared behind him, her black veil torn apart to reveal a melon-shaped face and delicate features, expressionless as she asked while continuing to attack relentlessly.

  Cynthia is an assassin, always has been.

  Only, the "Book of Gradual Death" tightly bound to her back by Cynthia made her seem somewhat inconsistent with the assassin's code of conduct.

  "Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!"

  Almost at the same time as Cynthia ambushed Slrod, the thin fire magician's body reappeared about four or five steps away from where he was stabbed, his expression already furious to the extreme.

  The slender fire magician was enraged, yet he did not lose his composure due to anger.

  “KUMUKAOS”

  In a brief incantation, the thin Fire Mage rubbed his right hand's ring finger which wore a ruby ring, and a shield of fierce flames appeared in front of him, spinning around his body ceaselessly.

  To punish the slave trader who had almost killed him, the emaciated fire mage pulled out a test tube filled with reddish-brown magical material from his body. After biting off the tightly plugged cork at the mouth of the test tube, he began to chant an awkward magic spell.

  The already agile slave trader who had crawled up from the ground suddenly looked solemn, and his common sense told him that magic that required spellcasting materials was not easy to deal with!

  Of course, even among those spells that don't require magical materials, there aren't many that are easy to deal with.

  Just at this critical moment, the emaciated flame magician who was about to cast a spell suddenly keenly sensed that the air within a radius of at least two meters around him was rapidly cooling!

  This is... at least a three-ring aggressive ice magic, the sign of an impending attack!

  This... this can't be!

  The emaciated fire magician's pupils suddenly widened into desperate circles.

  The line segment tangent to a point and intersecting a given line segment.

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