Chapter 503
Enemies Blocking the Way
Chapter 503 Enemies Blocking the Way
Jemin's injuries did not worsen further, thanks entirely to the self-adaptive evolution of the Body Tempering Technique, which stubbornly allowed his body and remnant soul to gradually "get used" to this broken state.
The only saving grace was that the anticipated pursuers did not appear.
Whether it was the luring effect of the shuttle or the tying down of the enemy's high-end forces on the front lines, it gave him a chance to catch his breath.
According to a rough estimate, it should be only about two days' journey from the Norren Workshop defense line.
"I hope... nothing else goes wrong..." Jemin thought weakly, his chapped lips moving slightly.
However, as if in response to his untimely prayer...
Far to the side, a distinctly malicious surge of mental energy, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, suddenly entered the range of Jemin's perception, which had become dulled and blurred due to his damaged soul.
It was a small team of about five wizards, and their energy fluctuations clearly indicated that they were all at the fifth level.
They had clearly noticed that Jemin was alone, in an abnormal state... or even in a terrible state, and was an "unidentified unit".
It's fair to say that this squad made no attempt to hide their hostility as they sped toward Jemin's location!
Jemin's heart sank.
He didn't stop, or even turn around to look.
He simply and silently increased the power output of the leg-side talisman artifact by another level.
The acceleration field of the Taixu Step emitted a slight hum, carrying his slightly staggering figure as he continued to run headlong toward the camp.
However, his speed was still severely hampered by his injuries.
Even though Jemin had pushed the Tai Xu Step to its current limit, his staggering figure was still intercepted by the five streaks of light rushing from behind.
The five wizards spread out in formation, subtly surrounding him in a semi-circle.
Jemin stopped and glanced at the enemy, a strange sense of unease rising within him.
The opposing team was a typical five-person squad, yet they exuded an atmosphere that was out of place among the wizarding community.
All five wizards were dressed in crimson-trimmed robes in the style of the Chaos Cult, and four of them were women.
The positions and postures of the four witches subtly protected the male wizard in the center.
That wasn't comrade-in-arms support and cover; it was more like... a servant protecting his master.
While differences in status naturally exist in wizarding society, these differences mostly stem from overwhelming power, knowledge gaps, or generational differences in research fields.
One wizard reveres another wizard, whether because the other can control his life and death, because the other is a beacon on his path, or because he yearns for the wisdom in the other's mind.
But even the humblest apprentice rarely shows this almost "servant" submissiveness when facing a formal wizard.
But the four witches before him, with their expressions of awe, obedience, and even a hint of fanaticism, and their subconscious placement of the central male wizard as their protective core, struck Jemin as particularly strange.
His gaze fell on the "holy son" who was surrounded by people.
He was an extremely handsome male wizard, with blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and features as exquisite as a sculpture.
But ugly people are rare among wizards, and facial alterations are commonplace.
What truly made Jemin narrow his eyes was the undisguised, seemingly innate arrogance in the other person's eyes.
Although both of them were officially classified as level five wizards, the man could still clearly sense a kind of contempt as if he were looking at a lower being when he was being sized up.
Being stared at like that, Jemin felt little anger, but rather a sense of absurd amusement.
The "holy son" appeared unusually relaxed in the face of Jemin, who was clearly in extremely poor condition but remained vigilant.
They could even drift forward at will, until the distance between them was less than a kilometer—to a level 5 wizard, this was no different from face to face.
The Holy Son himself did not speak, but merely raised his chin slightly.
A red-haired witch on the left immediately stepped forward, raised her chin slightly, and said to Jemin in a condescending tone, "State your identity and which side you belong to. If you are willing to provide valuable information, you may be spared your corpse."
Jemin looked at her as if she were an idiot, his gaze sweeping over the indifferent-looking Holy Son behind her.
The red-haired witch's anger surged instantly.
But Jemin keenly sensed that her anger seemed to stem more from the fact that her "looking at a fool" gaze had inadvertently included the Holy Son, rather than from simple contempt.
The Holy Son finally made a move.
He waved his hand lightly, as if brushing away non-existent dust, his tone languid and impatient: "Alright, Lina. Why waste words on such insignificant ants? Just deal with them directly. Don't forget, we're here to visit that newly famous 'God of War.' If we arrive too late, he might escape again."
The red-haired witch Lina immediately suppressed her anger, turned around and bowed deeply to the Holy Son, her posture extremely respectful: "Yes, Your Highness!"
Jemin: "..."
He watched speechlessly as the group of people in front of him decided on his "handling" method without taking him, the person in charge, seriously, and couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.
Sure enough, the longer you live, the more bizarre things you'll encounter.
Listening to these people, he almost thought he had traveled through time again and arrived in some feudal world.
Jemin quickly came to understand these guys; after all, each wizarding faction controlled hundreds or thousands of planes, and it was normal for different planes to develop different customs.
...probably. Also...
"Holy Son? God of War"?
What is all this about?
A group of ancient monsters who are at least hundreds or thousands of years old, yet their names are so childish?
But on second thought, Jemin realized it made sense.
In the wizarding world, power is the key.
A childish act without power is a joke; a childish act backed by power becomes an awe-inspiring title or nickname.
It's rare to find a level 5 wizard like himself who doesn't have a memorable nickname.
...probably because the probability of leaving any survivors when he takes action is not high.
Because his soul was damaged, his control over his thoughts decreased, and all sorts of random thoughts swirled in his mind, but Jemin's actions were without any hesitation.
Just as the red-haired witch Lina bowed to receive the order and had not yet fully turned around, Jemin's right hand, which had been hanging naturally at his side, suddenly rose up.
On his arm, a magical artifact embedded in a specially made wrist guard glowed slightly.
hum! !
Without any prior gathering of power, the dark golden light burst forth from his fingertips like lightning tearing through dark clouds!
"Be careful, Your Highness!"
"presumptuous!"
Frightened shouts erupted almost simultaneously from the other three witches.
Their reaction was incredibly fast; instantly, cursed chains, energy shields, and mental shocks intercepted Jemin and the dark golden beam of light.
But the speed at which the divine light of the extinguishing fire can be extinguished is the speed of light.
puff!
A soft sound.
Before the opponent could react, the dark golden light pierced through the crimson shield that Lina had hastily conjured beside her, just like a red-hot iron rod piercing through thin paper, and precisely penetrated her left chest.
The light passed through the body, leaving a hole the size of a bowl, with smooth, charred edges.
The annihilating power carried by the Divine Light of Annihilation continuously pierced the opponent's heart and shattered the soul within.
Lina's astonishment and anger froze instantly, and the light in her eyes dimmed rapidly like a blown-out candle.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only a stream of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out. Then her body went limp and she fell straight down from the sky.
Sold out instantly.
A level 5 wizard, who was on guard, was killed in one blow.
However, the remaining three witches did not show grief or fear over the tragic death of their companion, but rather a more intense, almost twisted rage!
"How dare you... commit such a disrespectful act in front of His Highness the Holy Son!" a purple-haired witch screamed, her voice trembling with extreme anger.
"You filthy ant! You have defiled His Highness's vision!" Another silver-haired witch gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with murderous intent.
Their anger seemed to focus not on the death of their companion Lina, but on the fact that Jemin's act of "killing someone in front of the Holy Son" was itself seen as an unforgivable blasphemy.
Jemin's face darkened upon hearing this.
"You guys are insane!" he finally couldn't help but curse out loud.
The persistent, excruciating pain deep within my soul became even more unbearable because of these outrageous remarks and noisy shouts, and an indescribable sense of irritation welled up in my heart.
All he wanted now was for these noisy flies to shut up.
Without the slightest hesitation, the dark gold light at his fingertips shone again, this time targeting the most famous purple-haired witch.
But this time, the attack did not succeed as expected.
Just as the Divine Light of Annihilation was about to strike the purple-haired witch, a seemingly thin, yet translucent barrier, shimmering with iridescent light, suddenly appeared in front of her.
laugh! ! !
The dark golden light slammed into the seven-colored barrier, triggering a violent surge of energy!
The highly condensed destructive energy clashed fiercely with the seven-colored barrier. A piercing annihilation sound rang out, and violent energy turbulence burst forth in all directions, carving deep trenches into the ground.
After a brief stalemate, the seven-colored barrier finally shattered under the strain with a cracking sound, collapsing into countless points of light.
However, the power of the Fiery Annihilation Divine Light was also largely neutralized, and the remaining light grazed past the terrified purple-haired witch, leaving only a charred mark on her arm.
Jemin frowned slightly, his gaze shifting to the source of the seven-colored barrier—the "Holy Son".
The Holy Son had raised his right hand at some point, palm facing forward, with faint wisps of seven-colored light still clinging to his fingertips.
The lazy, arrogant expression on his face finally changed slightly, and his gaze toward Jemin held a hint of surprise, and... a deeper interest.
"Oh? Interesting." The Holy Son clapped his hands lightly, as if he had seen some novel toy. "No wonder you dared to be so arrogant. Your attack... its power is barely passable."
He looked Jemin up and down, lingering for a moment on Jemin's pale face and slightly unsteady breathing, a playful smile curving his lips: "However, judging from your appearance, you're already at your last gasp, aren't you? To be able to unleash such an attack in this state... I'm quite interested in the secrets you hold."
As he spoke, the remaining three witches, as if receiving a command, quickly adjusted their positions, once again protecting the Holy Son in the center. Their gazes toward Jemin held not only anger but also a greater sense of solemnity and apprehension.
The enemy, whose strange state allowed it to break through His Highness's "Rainbow Protection" with a single blow, needs to be reassessed in terms of danger.
Jemin didn't speak, he just stood there quietly, his broken soul screaming in agony, but his eyes grew colder and colder.
These crazy flies seem to be harder to swat than expected.
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