Holy Healing Spell, Vortex Warp!

Marcus was incredibly fast; in just a few seconds, he was only ten meters away from Ye Weian.

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Eileen simply closed her eyes and stood in front of her master.

Ye Wei'an was busy sending telepathic reminders:

(Eileen, step back! Don't go in and fight him head-on! Don't worry, I have a way to deal with him.)

Despite her deep concern for Ye Wei'an, Ellen obeyed the orders based on her absolute trust in her master.

She rolled backward abruptly to make way.

Meanwhile, Darth Vader Marcus had already charged close.

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, his heavy armored boots shattering the stone platform, and using the momentum, he unleashed the Black Knight's most destructive skill—[Ultimate Evil Slash]!

The negative energy on the greatsword was so dense that it seemed to have been sucked dry by the sword.

As the black greatsword, shrouded in filth, descended with a piercing whistling sound, Ye Wei'an's expression shifted slightly.

He lost his composure as a mage, and a perfectly timed look of panic appeared on his face. Even the way he was casting spells seemed to become a little chaotic.

"For the glory of the Black Emperor (Bane)!" Marcus swung down with all his might, without holding back, seeing the mage as nothing more than a corpse.

Just as the giant sword was only inches away from Ye Wei'an's head, the "panic" on Ye Wei'an's lips vanished instantly, replaced by extreme calmness.

A soft popping sound suddenly came from the air.

"The stealth step!"

The mage's figure instantly disintegrated into a cloud of silver mist.

Marcus's powerful sword strike cleaved through the mist, splitting the arrow tower in two. The blade sliced ​​through several layers of wooden frame before striking the ground.

Before he could withdraw his power, he felt a wave of magical energy behind his ear that sent chills down his spine.

"Sorry, I'm here." Ye Wei'an's voice rang out at the same time.

"Second-level spell, Instant Cast: Cursed Fire Ray!"

Ye Wei'an's earlier disguise and luring of the enemy were all for this killing move.

Three beams of light, tinged with a deep blue and blazing white, struck the Black Knight's unsuspecting back armor in a triangular formation.

Even though Marcus had a shield of negative energy, the dark energy shattered instantly under the bombardment of the spellfire, which was so close and had the property of breaking magic!

"Ah—!" Marcus let out a shrill scream. Three charred holes were burned through the black heavy armor on his back. His flesh and blood instantly carbonized under the high temperature. He fell forward and crashed heavily into the wooden fence.

"It's not over yet."

Ye Wei'an's face remained frosty as his fingertips danced once more, unleashing the [Cursed Flame]!

Another violent burst of flame struck Marcus with pinpoint accuracy, shattering his spine and utterly severing any possibility of a counterattack. The Black Knight, vomiting mouthfuls of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, could only kneel on the ground, leaning on his greatsword.

"How dare you hurt my master! Unforgivable curse!" Ellen shouted, rushing up from behind Marcus and slashing her sword hard at the gap in his neck armor!

puff!

The Black Knight's body convulsed violently, then stopped moving.

"Dead?" Ellen gasped for breath, her small face contorted with blood splattered on it. She stared in disbelief at the monster that had been so arrogant just moments before.

Kane, who was in the distance, was also released from his immobilization and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

But the next moment, his expression changed.

The Black Knight, who should have been dead, suddenly let out a deep roar, and a dense black light shone around him—

【Holy Healing】!

[Holy Healing]: Your touch is overflowing with blessings, capable of healing wounds and removing toxins. You gain a pool of healing energy, which you can infuse into living beings through touch to achieve healing effects.

Paladins with the Healing Touch spell possess terrifying endurance on the battlefield; as long as their healing energy pool is not depleted, they can continue fighting.

As the opposite of the paladins, the Dark Knight also possesses this miracle that was unique to the paladins.

Negative energy transformed into twisted life force, and the shattered spine emitted a sickeningly painful sound as it reformed. The charred flesh writhed wildly under the catalysis of the Holy Healing spell. He suddenly flipped over and leaped up, raising his greatsword, and charged at Ye Weian once more.

Eileen tried to rush forward to stop him, but the Black Knight's strength was astonishing. He easily broke free from his restraints and with another swing of his arm, the little maid was sent flying.

Now no one can stop me.

"Your tricks are over, little mage!" Marcus grinned maliciously, his sword dragging across the stone slabs, sparks flying. "Now, your soul will become a sacrifice for Bane!"

Marcus's judgment was correct.

Ye Wei'an had indeed exhausted his spell slots at this point.

If it were any other warlock, it would indeed be a certain death situation.

Kane, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward recklessly; Elaine desperately scrambled to her feet, still trying to catch up with the Black Knight.

But Ye Wei'an actually laughed.

Instead of retreating, he calmly raised his hand and aimed the last [Cursed Flame] he had prepared at the edge of the battlefield—where a heavily wounded Zantari thug was trying to leave the battlefield.

boom!

The Zantalin mob was set ablaze with cursed fire.

A system notification sounded in Ye Wei'an's mind:

[Defeat a Lv.1 Ranger and gain 100 experience points.]

"What is he doing? Is he crazy?"

The other remaining members of the Santalite Order were stunned, completely unable to comprehend Ye Weian's actions. Marcus also wore a mocking expression, assuming it was merely a mage's desperate venting of anger.

"Trying to take someone down with you before you die? You've got guts!" The Black Knight laughed wildly, his greatsword whistling as he unleashed his desperate [Supreme Evil Slash] once more.

The shadow of the greatsword loomed over Ye Wei'an's forehead once more.

In the system panel, Ye Wei'an's experience bar has reached [LV.3 (1860/1800)].

You can upgrade; please select a class to upgrade to.

As Ye Weian confirmed the upgrade, the familiar black and white screen appeared.

The giant sword hung high above Ye Wei'an's head, just twenty centimeters away from touching his forehead.

But those twenty centimeters became an insurmountable barrier for Marcus.

[Job Advancement: Fire Mage LV.4]

As his level increased, the surging magical energy instantly replenished his depleted mana, and Ye Wei'an felt stronger than ever before.

A level 4 Fire Mage can choose one spell, one trick, and one feat.

Ye Wei'an chose the [Quest Spell] for the magic trick.

[Task Spell]: With a flick of your wrist, you magically complete a small and simple task, such as turning the pages of a book, spreading butter on bread, or heating a cup of tea. The task must be something you can do without using magic.

You can activate up to three tasks at the same time.

Ye Wei'an had already chosen most of the magic tricks most suitable for combat, and now he chose the [Mission Spell] purely to improve his quality of life.

Ye Wei'an chose the second-level spell, [Vortex Warp].

【Vortex Warp】: 2nd Ring, Conjuration. You warp a space within the area of ​​effect of your spell, and targets within that space are teleported to an unoccupied space within the area that you can see and choose.

It's another noble spatial spell, and unlike [Stealth Step], this spell teleports someone else.

Although it has no direct lethality, [Vortex Warp] has extremely high tactical value.

For example, he can move friendly units in danger to a safe location;

Alternatively, he can throw difficult enemies into dangerous locations, such as high in the air or above a cliff.

In short, the extent of the effect depends entirely on the user's imagination.

For his last specialty, Ye Wei'an chose [Proof of Leadership].

[Proof of Leadership]: Your Perception or Charisma +1. You can perform an inspiring show: a speech, a song, or a dance, which will boost the morale and stamina of your allies.

For him, who was about to become a lord, there was no more practical skill than this.