Earth Throw

Once the points were added, the system's black and white screen receded like a tide, and the paused screen immediately began to flow.

Marcus's Evil Slash descended with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks. His ferocious smile had already crept to the corners of his mouth, but just as the blade was about to touch the stray hairs on Ye Wei'an's forehead, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints—the young man who had been standing there had vanished into thin air without any warning!

No, that's not right. It wasn't the mage who disappeared, it was myself.

The acrid, metallic smell that had filled my nostrils vanished instantly, replaced by a gust of biting cold wind.

Immediately afterwards, a violent feeling of weightlessness gripped his heart.

Marcus's gaze traveled beyond his toes, and what he saw was no longer the ground, but an unreachable void. The ground beneath his feet was incredibly far away, and the annoying mage was now just a tiny speck.

"[Instant Cast Spell: Vortex Warp]!"

Ye Wei'an stood motionless, and with just a flick of his right fingertip, the space around the Black Warrior distorted violently as if it were crumpled paper.

Before Marcus could react, he and his heavy black armor were instantly teleported into the air.

Gravity became his best asset.

The next moment, the image of the ground in Marcus's eyes rapidly enlarged.

"Cirik's rotten ass... what's going on—!"

Bang! With a dull thud, the level 5 Black Knight crashed into the pile of rubble like a lump of scrap metal, his body dazed and disoriented, his bones emitting a sickening cracking sound.

Marcus coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his mind blank due to the ringing in his ears caused by the high impact, and he struggled to cast [Holy Healing].

(Eileen, now's the time, control him!)

Ye Wei'an's telepathic message echoed in the little maid's mind.

At the same time, Ye Wei'an also upgraded her level.

Lv.2 Monks gain a significant increase in movement speed when unarmored and also gain [Martial Arts].

[Martial Arts of Monks]: By circulating profound energy and practicing martial arts, you can master your own extraordinary inner energy. Consuming energy can unleash swift combos, strong defense, and swift footwork.

You can restore all consumed power and a small amount of health through the [Circulation of Qi].

Although Ellen's mouth was slightly agape from the shock of what had just happened, her body's obedience to Ye Weian had become instinctive.

She let out a delicate shout, her eyes sparkling with an unprecedented brilliance.

In Marcus's eyes, the frail girl seemed to have transformed into a lithe female leopard in an instant.

She leaped into the air with such speed that she left a trail of afterimages; it was the unique "qi" of the martial monk that erupted from her limbs and bones.

"Don't even think about running away!"

Ellen's slender arms wrapped tightly around Marcus's joints like iron hoops, and the monk's grappling skills precisely locked the Black Knight's meridians.

"Let me go! You lowly thing—"

Marcus struggled furiously, only to find that the maid was incredibly strong. In his dazed state after the fall, he couldn't break free at all, let alone cast Heal on himself.

"It's time for those scum who worship evil gods to go to hell."

Ye Wei'an coldly looked down at the black-clad warrior before him, giving him no chance to breathe. He pointed his right hand into the air, and the cursed fire magic transformed into a destructive torrent:

"[Instant Cast Spell: Cursed Fire Ray]!"

Three blue-white beams of cursed fire shot out in a triangular pattern.

Holding Ellen firmly in his grasp, Marcus was like a sitting duck, unable to dodge at all. The cursed fire ray struck his already cracked breastplate with pinpoint accuracy, the intense heat instantly melting through the thick steel and piercing straight through his heart.

"ah--!!!"

With a heart-wrenching scream of despair, the body, which had been convulsing violently, suddenly stiffened, and what gushed from the gaps in the armor was no longer black mist, but dark red blood mist.

The Black Knight's body stiffened abruptly, and the evil red light in his eyes instantly went out.

This time, he was completely dead.

"Huff... huff..." Ellen let go, letting the heavy metal can fall into the mud.

She looked at her slightly glowing hands, feeling the new power brewing throughout her body, and looked at her owner with a mixture of surprise and joy.

As Marcus's heavy armor crashed to the ground, the air on the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.

The Zantalin mob stared blankly at the corpse they had once regarded as a “chosen one,” their fanaticism replaced by fear.

"The boss... is dead?"

"Has our god no longer favored him?"

"Run! Run!"

Someone shouted first, and the remnants of the Zantallinn forces, who had been stubbornly resisting with their fortifications, instantly collapsed.

The rioters didn't even bother to take their hard-earned wealth with them; they dropped their weapons and scattered like frightened cockroaches.

"For our lord! Slaughter these bastards!" Kane roared, his previously suppressed morale exploding with the cheers.

He led his soldiers, their fighting spirit rekindled, in a swift and decisive attack. Iron spears mercilessly pierced the backs of the fleeing men, and longswords lashed out in the firelight, accompanied by mournful cries.

The veterans on Volodya's side also became more active. Seeing that victory was assured, they displayed extremely high tactical skills. They worked in pairs, taking turns providing cover, and knocked down the bandits who tried to escape by climbing over the wall one by one against the fence.

"Creb, take a few smart ones to the back door; some have disappeared into the bushes over there."

"Volodya, there's someone hiding in the haystack on the side of the cellar! Drag him out!"

Ye Wei'an stood on high ground, directing his men to hunt down the remaining enemy.

No matter how the rioters try to hide, the red dots representing the enemy are nowhere to be found on the minimap.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, several elite bandits from the Santalin Society took advantage of the smoke cover and rushed into the depths of the dense forest.

They had no horses and relied entirely on their own two feet to traverse the rugged woodlands.

"Kane, take your second-in-command and ride after them," Ye Wei'an ordered without turning his head. "Don't let a single one escape."

"Yes, sir!" Kane mounted his horse and, with the two Lv.3 knights, charged into the dense forest like an arrow released from a bow.

Before long, desperate pleas for mercy came from the woods. The smugglers who tried to escape were dragged back by the cavalry with lassos and dragged along the muddy ground in a sorry state.

About fifteen minutes later, the last flashing red dot on the minimap went out completely.

Next comes the time to clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils.

However, these tasks were left to other people.

Ye Wei'an's first priority was to treat the seriously wounded.

He immediately ordered the seriously wounded to gather in an open area, and then, as before, used [Level 1 spell, Double Spell Heal] to stabilize the injuries of the eight most seriously wounded.

Naturally, this life-saving grace also earned him a great deal of gratitude.

But feeling the emptiness of magical power within his body, Ye Wei'an realized there was a problem.

I used up too much magic power to treat him, and if there are any unexpected events later, I won't be able to cope.

As a lord, personally using spell slots to act as a battlefield "healer" is a decision with extremely low cost-effectiveness.

"It seems we must recruit or train a group of chaplains and druids to accompany the army as soon as possible, or even just a few bards who know healing songs," he thought to himself.