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

Chapter 434 Confrontation with the Enemy
"Ah."

Virgil scoffed disdainfully. "Could it possibly be in the sky? Could it be that I, at level eight, can't sense it?"
Slow down
shadow?

Thinking like this.

His expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hand and threw out a dagger.

The dagger was shining with a white spiritual light, and it was obvious at a glance that it was no ordinary weapon.

Do!
The thick wood was pierced, making a dull and thick sound.

next moment.

Starting from the dagger, the entire space was instantly lit up, and an extremely dazzling light suddenly burst out.

It was like the sun suddenly set, shrouding the living room in a sharp and intense white.

The light was so intense that it looked like the entire window was filled with white.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Bugo Torres screamed in terror.

"Mr. Vivirgil?!!"

Virgil ignored the rebel's screams, covered his eyes at the moment the flash burst out, and at the same time released the eighth-level warrior perception.

Very quickly.

He discovered an unnatural shadow on the ceiling that did not dissipate even in the face of strong light.

"Can't figure out the dispel effect of the Glory Dagger?"

Virgil was surprised, but his hand did not stop, and he threw out a bone spur.

The bone spur was moving at an extremely fast speed, and just as it was about to pierce the shadow, an arm suddenly stretched out from the shadow.

Ding!
The bone spur hit the palm of my hand, and the tip of the spur broke off like hitting a steel wall.

next moment.

A tall man slowly descended from the shadows as if crossing a sticky quagmire, and then, obeying the force of gravity, landed on the carpet in the living room as light as a feather.

This man was wearing a worn black cloak, with an upright posture and an arrogant temperament. Even though his face was blurry and his true appearance could not be seen, one could tell at a glance that he was a very handsome man.

Virgil frowned.

The man's spiritual strength was far beyond that of an ordinary seventh-level person. Just standing there was like a giant dragon staring, carrying an invisible pressure.

He concentrated his mind, put away the contempt in his eyes, and did not take action immediately: "Sir, have you rescued Winna Puwell?"

In fact, there is no dispute between the two parties that will lead to a life-and-death dispute. Virgil does not think that Winna Puwell will have any old subordinates to rescue her under such public opinion.

So the man in front of you is most likely a passerby, who is either greedy for treasures and wealth, or greedy for beauty, or simply wants both wealth and beauty.

After all, Puwell's eldest daughter was indeed a rare beauty.

"Friend, how about a chat?"

The man, Rhodes, smiled.
"There's nothing to talk about."

He walked forward slowly, his old black cloak fluttering in the wind, making a rustling sound.

A thin blue-white mist rose slowly along the outline of the cloak.

Virgil frowned slightly, grabbed Bugo Torres who was still screaming beside him, and threw him away.

Then he walked towards Rhodes forcefully.

With every step he took, his figure expanded a little, and his aura and the spirituality around him rose and fell.

After walking down the steps of the lord's throne, the white uniform of the private army had been completely torn, revealing a strong body covered with seams.

"People live their lives to want something, don't they? Wealth, power, women? Zhentarin, have you heard of this?"

"I've heard of it. It's garbage comparable to the Brotherhood of Ruin."

"Whatever you think, the process and means of obtaining it are not important. I believe you also heard our conversation just now. Are the Naga mother and daughter interested? They are more interesting than human women. After training them, I will let you play with them for two days."

While talking.

The two were only five meters apart, each with a majestic and dull spiritual aura that collided with each other and squeezed each other.

Bang—Rod chuckled twice.

The next moment, just like the sound of a starting gun, the two men attacked at the same time!

A slime-black sword popped out from the inside of Rhodes' wrist, and dense spiritual light particles quickly gathered, filling the blade before it was officially swung.

Virgil charged forward fearlessly. His two-meter-five-meter-tall figure was extremely intimidating. He swung his giant arms, which had swelled up like muscle tumors, violently and delivered a simple, unadorned straight punch.

Wow!

The huge spiritual sword and the extremely powerful fist collided!
The powerful air wave generated instantly gushed outwards wildly. In just a moment, the floor-to-ceiling glass in the living room was smashed, and the carpets, tables, chairs, and decorations were torn to pieces and smashed, leaving a mess.

The wind waves did not stop there.

The long sword and the iron fist, a fierce attack.

The sharp sword energy and heavy fist power also overflowed, and the walls and stone pillars were destroyed by violent sword marks and fist pits, accompanied by rumbling vibrations.

But this crazy attack did not last long.

呲——

A black broken sword suddenly flew out from the turbulent air, still retaining its sharp spirit, and pierced the marble pillar like tofu.

Virgil snorted coldly.

The massive fist of rank eight strength broke through the black sword, its power undiminished as it landed squarely on Rhodes' chest, just as oppressive and powerful as a giant's punch.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes slightly, resisting the urge to [dodge] and letting the fist hit him.

The violent fist force pressed on the [Dragon Scale Technique], making a crackling sound.

The dragon scales, under the bonus of [Guardian Field], were barely unharmed.

However, he was also blown away by the powerful force and crashed into a wall full of paintings like a cannonball, and was instantly submerged by the loud bang.

This also gave Rhodes a general understanding of Virgil's strength.

If we use brass to measure the spirit ball, it is about 390 ke.

Rhodes' current strength is 341 ke, which is a full 50 ke short.

But.

This Virgil is a type that specializes in the physical body, that is, a spiritual warrior of the domineering school who pursues strength and toughness.

This school places all its resources on the physical body, strengthening it through extensive training and medication, and rarely uses spiritualism or spells.

Judging from the stitches all over his body and the different colors of his muscles and skin, he might have used some other method.

"Oh?"

Virgil looked at the several sword wounds on his chest that were deep enough to see the bone, then raised his right hand and looked at his fist.

I couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Only level seven? How can you still hurt me?"

While talking.

The muscles in his chest began to move and squeeze, actually pressing down the bleeding wound.

Then he looked coldly at the collapsed wall: "But it ends here. How long can you hold on?"

wow-

Rhodes brushed off the gravel on his body and stood up slowly.

It’s true, after all, he is an eighth-level player of the Tyrant School.

In a head-to-head battle of strength, even though Rhodes had several strength enhancements, after all, he was only at the beginning of the seventh level. Without [Power Release], he would really be no match for him.

Facing this kind of opponent, the best way for a mage is to use spells to stack debuffs to weaken their physical qualities.

Spiritual warriors can switch from slashing to blunt attacks, using vibrations and heaviness to attack relatively weaker internal organs.

Rhodes planned to use both methods at the same time.

Take out the [Extreme Cold Bead] from the [Large Cultivator's Pruning Shears] and gently toss it up.

(End of this chapter)