Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 383 Backlash
"So, what is your purpose in seeking me out?" Yaro looked at the woman draped in a thin black veil.

Judging from the team's name, the leader of these three should be this woman.

“Young man, since you’ve already killed the Fernando family wizard, why don’t you join us in a big operation? Let’s strike first and raid their inventory to earn a lot of magic stones,” Miss Fox whispered.

Yaro narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression not good, but Miss Fox seemed to understand what Yaro meant.

"What? You didn't kill that person?"

"Oh ho ho..." Miss Fox covered her face and giggled, then changed the subject, "Who can testify for you?"

"The escaped undead vulture only transmitted back what it saw, but did it see what happened afterward?"

"No."

"The Fernando family will only know that you are hostile to them, and they will only see you personally killing several powerful alchemical undead before rushing to this hidden location."

"Then, their relative, Morpheus Fernando, along with that inconspicuous attendant, died here. Ironically, the various alchemical treasures on Morpheus Fernando's body ended up in your hands."

As she spoke, Miss Fox winked and said, "Do you think they'll listen quietly to your explanation?"

Yaro didn't understand why they insisted on targeting him... just to make him take the blame for attacking the warehouse?

Of course, these are not important.

Under normal circumstances, Yarrow might still have reservations, and might have considered it for a long time...

But at this moment, Miss Fox's words were like a spark dropped into a hot oil pan, directly igniting Yaro's already unstable emotions.

"What you said makes a lot of sense, so I've decided... to kill you!"

Swimming Dragon Movement - Dragonfly Skimming the Water!
Crescent Moon - Triple Slash!

Before he could finish speaking, Yaro suddenly launched an attack, unleashing a deadly move!
However, the 'crow' soaring in the air was prepared and once again met the attack head-on.

Just moments before he was close, the 'Black Flame Wings' magical pattern briefly condensed on Yaro's back. The abyssal energy lurking within the leather armor surged out through the opening, propelling his body forward.

Fiery Sword Technique - Charged Flame!
"Buzz!"

The lava eye at the center of the blade spun rapidly, and suddenly a blinding white flame burst forth from the crystalline greatsword, accompanied by visible ripples in the air, and a wave of scorching heat swept in all directions.

Yaro's eyes flashed, a cruel sneer playing on his lips. "Still trying to block me? Die!"

"By imperial decree! Cease fire!"

The ethereal female voice seemed to echo in his head, and Yaro's body stiffened abruptly. Although the momentum hadn't dissipated, the Fiery Heavy Sword he had raised high failed to strike down in time.

bump!
Before the burly man could react, he collided with Yaro. After they bounced apart, Yaro's body returned to normal.

'Crow' stared intently at the massive fire sword in Yaro's hand, a bead of cold sweat trickling down its forehead.

That was close... I almost died!

Tap tap, tap tap tap—!
The sound of hooves grew clearer, and Baron Claire and his men had approached the area.

"Damn it...damn it...damn it!!!"

As Yaro fell to the ground, he looked up at the sky and growled through gritted teeth.

His eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, and his temples throbbed with each low growl, his volatile emotions locked in a stalemate with his inner anxieties.

Yaro stood on the ground, not moving for a long time.

"You can't activate the fourth level of the Demonic Strike Technique, Black Flame Phoenix Dance! Your body can't handle it; activating it will mean death!" "Although the burden of the third level, Black Flame Wings, is a little less, it will still injure your body if you're not wearing proper armor."

“Even if they don’t care about being injured, the Black Flame Wings’ appearance is too conspicuous. If they really use the Black Flame Wings to kill the people in front of them, Baron Claire next to them will see it, and the refugee camp not far away may also see it. It’s very difficult to block the information.”

"It's not the right time yet, you can't start it!"

Just then, Claire and the others immediately noticed Yarrow, who was wielding the Fiery Greatsword. "Is that... him?"

Red Lanelli also noticed Baron Claire and his entourage approaching. He whispered a few words in the woman's ear, and Miss Fox nodded, chuckling as she called out, "Mr. Moon, please think it over. We'll come to see you again next time."

It seems they don't want to have any contact with Claire and the others.

"stop!"

Yaro was unwilling to accept this; his anger overwhelmed his concerns.

The magic runes on the metal boots flickered again, the surrounding black mist gradually thickened, and the black flame phoenix cried out softly.

However, these metal boots only had the magic runes of the second level of magic enchantment engraved on them, and could not be activated as quickly as normal magic enchantment armor. Before 'Black Flame Wings' could be successfully activated, the giant raven had already carried the people on its back and disappeared into the night.

At this point, the third level of magic still hadn't been activated.

—The fact that it starts up so slowly is probably due to concerns about causing delays.

"Damn it... How hateful!"

With a furious roar, Yaro unleashed the accumulated abyssal power from the magical runes on his back. He raised his flaming greatsword high and charged towards the horde of skeletons, releasing all the firepower accumulated within the blazing greatsword.

boom--!
A burst of white light erupted, and fine bone fragments, accompanied by scorching flames, swept across a radius of five meters, knocking down large numbers of skeletons.

With the help of this light, Baron Claire finally confirmed Yaro's identity.

"Lord Yaro?! What are you doing here...?"

Baron Claire approached rapidly with his entourage, but suddenly noticed the extreme facial expression on Yarrow's face.

"Um... this... Lord Yaro... are you alright?"

After releasing the power stored in his body, Yaro felt a sense of emptiness. Just as reason regained its grip, he immediately controlled his body and shut down the magic.

"fine."

Yaro casually agreed, then hurriedly took out the last few bottles of purification potion and poured them all into his mouth.

Glug glug... Ugh, ugh!

Yaro's heart pounded wildly, his temples throbbed, and he felt as if he were holding back a breath that he couldn't exhale or swallow. He kept gagging, but nothing came out.

'The aftereffects of the magic are getting worse.'

Click, click—!
The fallen skeletons gathered together and rose, coldly and mercilessly charging towards the retching Yaro.

"Lord Yaro, be careful!"

With a shout, Baron Claire spurred his mount forward, his lance flashing as he crushed all the skeletons in front of him into dust.

Although Yaro was unwell, he was not someone the skeletons could bully. He suppressed his pain, drew his sword, and turned the oncoming skeletons into experience points for the system.

(End of this chapter)