131: Drew His Sword

Drew His Sword

Why was Slater here?

It was quite a coincidence.

After being hit by Carlos' third-circle spell that day, Slater was chased out of the Shadow Tower. After that, he relied on the Stone Tablet of Life to escape.

Slater had always been arrogant. The reason he lost to Carlos that day was because he was caught off guard. After he regained his senses, he began to look for Carlos to settle the score.

He definitely could not enter empty-handed. He had to prepare Wizard tools, potions, scrolls, and so on. Besides, it was not convenient to go out without some Magic Stones or resources.

But that day, Slater left the Shadow Tower in a hurry. He did not bring any Magic Stones or Wizard tools.

He was going to return to the Shadow Tower, but at this time, Cassandra and her people surrendered to the Allied Forces. According to the rules, if he returned now, he could not leave Shadow Tower again.

Therefore, naturally, he came to the Magic Bug Forest to get the Magic Stones and resources here. They all knew that Wizard Parker had a treasury here.

Thus, this scene happened.

...

Magic Bug Forest, Forest Guard Tower.

Splash!

The heavy rain kept hitting the ground, splashing a large amount of mud, and the blood that was gushing out flowed wantonly.

Wu wu wu!

The wild wind blew through the forest, making a low and deep sound, like the shriek of the devil.

In front of the Forest Guard Tower, two figures stood in the rain and looked at each other silently.

One was a young man, standing on the ancient and mottled stone steps, as if he had been petrified. The rain had wet his cloak, but there was no reaction.

He just stared blankly at the figure under the stone steps. His eyes were filled with joy that had yet to fade away, surprise that had taken a sudden turn, and fear that was gradually covering them.

At the bottom of the stone steps.

It was a middle-aged man. The man was also looking at the young man on the stone steps. His eyes were clearly stunned for a moment.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like it was only for a moment.

In short, after staring at each other in silence for a moment, one of the two broke the deadlock.

It was the middle-aged man.

The appearance of an Apprentice here was very out of Slater's expectations. Why would this Apprentice appear in the well-guarded Forest Guard Tower?

He did not know, nor did he need to know.

All he needed to know was that his purpose here was the treasury in the Forest Guard Tower, and now, the Abyssal Queen Worm in the treasury had been released.

The string of spatial pockets on the Apprentice's waist had already proved the question.

Was he the one who stole the treasury? Did he have any accomplices? Where did this Apprentice come from?

Slater was not interested in knowing. Anyway, if he wanted to know something, he could just use a soul-searching spell to scan it later.

In short, he was a Wizard, and this was an Apprentice. This Apprentice might have taken something from him.

Knowing this was enough.

So...

Slater reached out and took the short-handled magic staff from his belt.

...

'What to do! What to do! What to do!'

Looking at Slater who was slowly taking the magic staff, Heath was extremely terrified. An unprecedented fear swept through his body.

He kept telling himself: 'Run, run, I must run!'

However, no matter how much he screamed in his heart, he could not move a single step.

It was as if there was an invisible force acting on his body, enveloping every inch of his skin and every cell, making him unable to move.

Was it the Wizard's Hand? Petrification? Static Stance?

Neither.

Heath knew that what was enveloping him was only his fear.

Soon, Slater raised his short-handled wand, aiming it at Heath like the sharp end of an old branch.

Crack! At this moment, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky.

The white light that tore apart the dark clouds illuminated the world, illuminated the ancient tower, and illuminated Heath's terrified eyes.

At the same time, it finally woke him up!

His eyes turned red, and he shouted in his heart, 'D*mn it, I'm going all out!'

As he thought, he quickly mobilized his magic power and was about to release all the seals on his body.

However, at this moment.

Da... Da... Da... Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps sounded.

The sound seemed to be very far away, but it also seemed to ring in the vicinity.

It merged with the heartbeat of a person, and it seemed to carry an indescribable magical power.

For some reason, Slater was attracted by the sound. He subconsciously turned his head to look in that direction.

When he did this, he did not pay any attention to the Apprentice in front of him even though he could already feel that the Apprentice was ready to fight him to the death.

But it did not matter, because he was a Wizard.

He looked over there.

In the distance of the forest, on the muddy road, a figure walked over in the pouring rain.

The figure's clothes were ragged and his body was covered in mud. Even from a distance, one could smell the sour smell on his body.

What was more eye-catching was his face. Only half of his face was intact, and the other half seemed to have suffered some kind of great damage. The protruding eyeballs and exposed white bones looked particularly terrifying.

The man held a cross-shaped sword in his hand, and his body shone with a faint layer of silver-white radiance.

All of this indicated his identity.1

He was a Knight, and he had already activated his life force.

Coincidentally, this was also someone that Heath knew. It was the Guardian Knight of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Ryker Kingdom, Haslund, who had crossed paths with him twice before and even fought him once.

Why was he here?

Because coincidentally, this was the place where Princess Trish of the Ryker Dukedom was imprisoned.

That was why fate was sometimes so mysterious.

As Haslund walked over, he seemed to be mumbling something to himself.

His voice followed the sound of the wind. Heath could vaguely hear it:

"In the sight of the gods, I swear in blood that I will only be loyal to the King until the day of my death..."

Slater looked at the man walking over and was curious about what had attracted him.

However, after thinking for a while, he could not figure it out.

He was a Wizard.

Therefore, he was still as casual as before, waving his hand in that direction.

It was as if he was casually destroying a bug.

Xiu! 

An invisible wind blade suddenly rushed out, tearing apart the earth and cutting open the rain curtain. It was invisible and had no trace at all.

Just as the man was about to be split into two, a strange scene appeared.

Just as the wind blade was about to reach the door, the man's body suddenly leaned to the side. It was as if he staggered when he could not stand firmly, and the wind blade brushed past his shoulder.

He continued walking and continued speaking:

"His will, my longsword. If anyone dares to trespass, I will punish them with death..."

Slater frowned.

The fact that the man was able to avoid his wind blades was obviously a surprise to him. How did he do it?

Forget it, it wasn't important.

Slater continued to raise his hand and waved it in that direction. Swish, swish, swish!

When the wind blades rushed out again, they interweaved into a dense web. It was as if they were going to cut the man into pieces. No matter what, it was impossible for the man to avoid such a dense web.

So...

The man did not avoid them.

He continued to walk forward, and the wind blades slashed at him one by one. They cut open the man's skin, and cut open the man's bones and flesh. For a moment, blood was dripping, and it was very terrifying.

But the strange thing was that the wind blades, which were enough to tear the earth and break down the city walls, did not cut the man into pieces.

The man's injuries were very serious. There was a lot of blood flowing. One could see the fresh muscle tissue, the organs that were cut open, and even the white bones underneath.

However, the man did not fall down. He continued to walk over.

It was as if there was a strange energy supporting him. The silver-white radiance was also desperately repairing his injuries.

He continued walking and speaking.

"It is the gods and devils..."

Slater's expression became serious.

He raised both his hands and raised them up. A loud rumble could be heard as the ground shook and the mountains shook. Large amounts of soil flew up and formed huge boulders that smashed towards the man.

The huge boulders smashed onto the man's body one after another. The man swayed from the impact and staggered even more. His already tattered body became riddled with holes as if he would collapse at any moment.

However, the man did not collapse. He continued walking and continued to speak.

"Even if the world is filled with enemies..."

Slater's eyes turned red.

He raised his hand, and a large portion of the incantation came out of his mouth. In an instant, a thick layer of dark clouds gathered above the man's head.

Rolling thunder rumbled incessantly. Amidst the rolling dark clouds, numerous purple thunderbolts gradually moved towards the center. When they combined together, they were like a monster and a furious dragon trapped in shackles.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

After doing all this, Slater panted heavily.

At the same time, the man who had been moving forward finally stopped.

However, he did not leave. Instead, he looked up at the sky.

Slater was unprecedentedly furious. He pointed his hand towards the sky and slashed downwards with all his might. He used all his strength to exhale the lightning dragon, vowing to crush this mortal who challenged the might of the heavens into pieces.

The man looked at the lightning dragon that had charged out of the shackles. His expression was calm as he said his final words:

"I will draw my sword towards it!"

Then.

Clang! The loud sound of a sword exploded.

The man was facing the sky, towards the dark clouds, towards the lightning dragon, towards the Wizard.

Indomitably...

Drew his sword!

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