I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 187 Reasons and Origins

The clothes were torn, and the solid surface of the muscles was covered with an unknown transparent armor, which did not change under the sliding of the blade.

Sparks flew into his face.

"What kind of monster is this again?!"

The leader let out a strange cry.

But he chose to attack first, and it was too late to dodge. The knife strike did not achieve any success, and even the opponent's momentum of charge did not weaken.

So, not surprisingly, he was pinned to the ground.

Bang.

His head was grabbed and slammed into the ground.

Half of the face, filled with astonishment and horror, was buried in the ground.

What the hell is this power!

This is the middle of the sixth stage?! I'd believe you if you said I was pinned down by that owlbear just now!
"Where are you from? What organization are you from? Why are you targeting the tree spirits of Wind Wall Forest? What is the special attack tree spirit thing?"

Rhodes asked several questions in a row.

His tone was sinister, and the strength in his hands gradually increased:

"I'll count to three. If you don't answer, I'll break your fingers one by one."

However, the other party was the type who would not cry until he saw the coffin, and immediately yelled:
"Andy! Hawkinson! Come and help me kill this guy!!!"

"You think I'm joking?"

Rhodes punched him in the back of the head, causing his head to sink a little further, and dirt flew everywhere.

Of course, he held back. He punched the guy in the head and blew it up, so why would he ask any questions?

The force is just right, confusing but not brain-damaging.

When he was in a daze, Rhodes grabbed his right index finger, snapped it in the opposite direction, and then twisted it left and right, tearing off the skin and flesh together.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Screaming.

The blades of the two spiritual warriors came towards them.

Rhodes threw the severed finger at one of them's face, and blood smeared his face.

With the [Dragon Scale Technique], he was too lazy to hide.

He grabbed the steel blade with his bare hands, one on the left and one on the right. Amidst the sharp friction sound and sparks, the steel blade was stuck tightly and could not move at all.

"Idiot! You got it!"

The blue-haired swordsman on the right scoffed.

As he finished speaking, his steel sword suddenly turned into green dust in the flash of spiritual light, and then crashed into Rhodes' face as if it had life.

It enters the lungs as you breathe.

"This is the Corrupted Spore Sword, which I spent a lot of effort to obtain. I admit that your defensive spiritual skills are good, but how can you defend yourself from the damage within your body?"

This person seemed to think he had a sure win and was even explaining the situation.

The other man seemed to want to avoid being affected by the [Corruption Spores], so he simply let go of his weapon and retreated to the side with the blue-haired swordsman.

He pointed at Rhodes' waist and said, "I want those two swords."

Blue-haired swordsman: "Are you kidding me? I killed him."

"Anyway, I want one of them. Look at my sword, it's been bent by him."

The leader was lying on the ground with a ferocious face and cursing:

"Assholes! What are you doing?! This guy is no ordinary level six! Go and finish him off!"

The blue-haired swordsman disagreed.

"No matter how extraordinary he is, he's still just a human. I bought this [Corruption Spore Sword] from Amer. Even a rank seven lizardman wouldn't be immune to it. In five seconds, he'd be reduced to a pool of pus."

Before he could say anything, he felt something behind him blocking the sunlight.

Just as I was about to look back, I was shocked all over and felt a sharp pain in my back that went straight to my chest.

"ho"

He was speechless and blood kept flowing from his mouth.

It wasn't until he looked down that he realized a bloody hand had suddenly pierced his chest.

Rhodes left the body behind and looked at the remaining person calmly.

A layer of pink and purple resentful fire rose up, burning all the blood and internal organs on his arm.

In the pink-purple firelight, his face looked extremely terrifying.

The man was horrified and immediately wanted to retreat.

He threw out a small ball, which exploded in mid-air and turned into thick smoke.

"boring."

Rhodes waved his arm, and the [Sword of Devotion] was unsheathed.

The golden sword shadow passed through the air, and the spiritual energy thrown out by the sword tip gathered into sword energy, breaking through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

wow-

The slashing wave of [Screaming Sword Wave] broke through the smoke and flashed across the waist of the fleeing man. Then, his upper body fell to the ground powerlessly, while his lower legs continued to run. He ran several dozen meters before falling down softly.

The leader looked at him in astonishment.

This spiritual fluctuation, I would believe it even if you said you were at level seven!!!

For a long time, there has always been a huge gap between the sixth and seventh levels. It has always been difficult for this level of people to win in cross-border single combat from ancient times to the present. Most of them even appear in newspaper novels or biographies of some famous masters in history.

Of course, it doesn't count for people like them who prepare all kinds of special attack tools and rush in to attack.

Not long ago, Isabella, the young heir of the Argyle family, killed a seventh-level monster at the peak of the sixth level alone, which is an extremely rare official record.

And the person in front of him, this kind of strength, defense, and this level of spiritual fluctuation.

As a half-step seventh level cultivator, he could conclude that this person must be of the same level as Isabella Argyle.

As soon as this idea came out.

He had lost all hope of resisting.

Let’s look at the battlefield on the other side.

The owlbear, the incarnation of a seventh-level druid, did not hold back at all. No one could withstand a single claw, and it was already in the final stage of pursuit and finishing off the opponent.

"As usual, I'll count to three."

"I'll tell you everything, just don't kill me."

"That depends on whether you are honest or not."

The leader decisively took out the magic contract and blurted out everything he should and shouldn't say.

soon.

Rhodes then understood the whole story.

Goblin Pete's intelligence was correct. These were all members of the Brotherhood of Ruins, and the leader was not the real planner.

That was a plague mage named Amel.

The members of the Brotherhood of the Ruins originally supported the rebellion in Coral Bay at the request of their leader, but later met Amel in Dusk Hill.

This person does not hide his identity as a Plague Mage, and even the sewers like the Brotherhood of the Ruins avoid them.

However, this person expressed his yearning and sincerity for the Brotherhood and was willing to provide them with various magical support.

You know, there is basically no such thing as logistics when it comes to the Brotherhood of the Ruin's operations.

Basically, they just grab whatever they can find and use local materials.

You can imagine the quality of the equipment on him.

Coincidentally, this Amel is a very comprehensive mage, and Plague Mage is just one of his countless professions.

The price the Brotherhood of Ruins had to pay was simply to kidnap various intelligent races for Amer to conduct magic research.

Dryads, sirens, ghost pirates, tieflings, anything goes.

No one knew what the plague mage wanted to do.

But it was obvious that there were not many kind-hearted people in the Brotherhood of the Ruins, and they had no intention of exploring secrets. What's more, the vast majority of people in this operation were humans, kobolds, and gnolls.

Their moral bottom line is particularly low.

If Amer didn't need samples from the three races of kobolds, gnolls, and humans, several people in this group would probably disappear mysteriously every night.

(End of this chapter)