Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 162 Missile Torture
Anser focused his mind on casting a spell, and three more flash missiles shot out. The wailing sound brought the werewolf to an abrupt halt, and he raised his hand to protect his vitals.

You have no choice but to dodge. Force field damage is more terrifying than piercing or blunt force; hitting a vital point is no joke.

Before he could even catch his breath after taking the hit, another whooshing sound came from his ears.

He tried to hide in the wooden building next door, but was stopped by Xiao Xiong, missing his chance.

"Woooooooo..."

The piercing wailing sounds came in waves, one after another, with almost no interval, as flash missiles were launched one after another.

Anser floated in mid-air, his robes fluttering, maintaining unprecedented focus, his dragon language never ceasing.

He used only a single-ring magic missile, without any super magic or ring upgrades, and kept throwing it at the fastest casting speed, as steadily as a machine.

Three shots, four shots, five shots, six shots...

The werewolf leader tried to dodge, but could not escape the magic missiles' lock.

He looked up at Anser's indifferent expression, his heart felt heavy, he felt a sense of oppression, and he felt inexplicably flustered.

"call out--"

The miniature meteor plummeted, forcing the werewolf leader to retreat.

Elise and Karisa teamed up to restrain the werewolf leader, preventing him from entering the room to hide, and forcing him to withstand the magic missiles.

The werewolf leader wanted to slaughter the guards, but was unable to lift his head due to the dense barrage of missiles. With an owl bear sticking to him, he had no time to pay attention to anything else. He could only wave the door panels he could tear off or the shields he had stolen to block, but he could only occasionally block a few missiles.

Because magic missiles can bypass obstacles or cover, unless you are fully covered, you can only rely on your reaction to actively hit the missiles with your shield, which is too difficult.

In just a few dozen seconds, the werewolf leader was hit by twenty or thirty flashbang missiles, his body covered in blood, and patches of fur fell off, making him look like he had alopecia areata, ugly and bloody.

Meanwhile, the missile attacks overhead continued unabated, without even a change in rhythm.

The werewolf leader finally became afraid. He didn't know if he could withstand the opponent's magic power being exhausted, but the missile storm, which felt like being slowly tortured to death, was just too painful.

He turned and ran, faster than a warhorse, but still couldn't outrun the flight technique amplified by the elemental energy.

Anser remained atop his head, the magic missiles flying steadily as always.

Casting third or fourth-circle spells while flying might be a bit difficult for him, but first-circle spells are too easy for him; it's an instinct brought about by his innate magic and various feats.

Twelve shots, thirteen shots, fourteen shots...

The fleeing werewolf leader occasionally sought refuge in civilian houses, but he dared not linger, as not only was Owl Bear in pursuit, but more and more professionals were also appearing around him.

His arrogance was merely a venting of anger after his plan failed. He dared not actually stay in Durag. Slaughtering a hundred or two guards was not difficult, but facing a hundred or two cunning professionals would be suicide.

Those adventurers would stop at nothing.

But the expected situation has not yet occurred; a minor warlock whom he looked down upon has already driven him to a mental breakdown.

He was confident he could dodge the fireball, but he never expected to be hit by a single-ring magic missile and have to run away in terror. Years ago, when he encountered Stoll, he was able to escape, but now he had a very bad feeling.

The city gate was just ahead, but his steps grew heavier and heavier. His body was riddled with holes, leaving a trail of blood. Even his self-healing ability could not hold back his life force, which was flowing away like water.

"call out--"

A miniature meteor whistled as it crashed down, slowing his movements. Half of the door above his head was smashed open, and his body was thrown off.

As the flash missiles hurtled towards him, he raised his hand to shield his head and face, allowing the missiles to hit his chest, abdomen, and side.

"Bang bang bang!"

One of the missiles pierced through his tattered belly and entered his abdominal cavity, causing his stomach to swell before deflateing.

He roared in pain, rolled over and got up, but before he could react, the owl-bear arrived and knocked him down with a single claw, sending his shield flying.

"Roar—" the owl-bear roared, its voice filled with exhilaration.

In the air, three flash missiles slightly changed direction, tracked the target, and hit it almost simultaneously.

The werewolf leader hadn't given up. He staggered to his feet, looked at the city gate dozens of meters away, and let out a wolf howl.

Immediately following, a series of wolf howls rang out from outside the city, as if in response to him. Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiong leaped forward, blocking the city gate.

Anser remained unmoved, sending waves of magical missiles flying from his fingertips.

The werewolf leader was trembling from the blow. He staggered for dozens of meters before finally collapsing in front of the city gate, his eyes vacant.

As what was then the twentieth or twentieth wave of missiles descended, his body convulsed a few times, then fell silent. Blood flowed along the ancient stone slabs, filling several cracks and spreading outwards.

[Target dead, gain 4130 combat experience]

'That's it! I've only just begun.'

Anser stopped casting the spell, raised his hand to tidy his messy hair, and felt an urge to burst into laughter.

There were too many people around, and he tried his best to restrain himself, but the corners of his mouth were turned up very high.

But he also knew that Elise and Karisa's assistance was crucial; if the werewolves hid in houses or among people, it could be difficult to deal with, and the casualties could be incalculable.

The werewolf leader is dead, but the battle is not over.

He ascended to a higher altitude and looked out of the city. In the distance, shadowy figures lurked among the wilderness and trees, and he wondered how many people were hiding there.

These were likely the werewolf leader's backup plan, intended to coordinate with the werewolves' actions within the city, but due to the suddenness of the event, they didn't have time to support their companions.

'Luckily, I left some guards to seal the city gates.'

Anser descended and pointed at the corpses on the ground, shouting, "Hang the werewolf leader's body on the flagpole, guard the city gate, and forbid anyone from approaching."

The others rescue the wounded, and some are sent to support the fighting in the city. Quick, don't stand still, get moving!

The people around them snapped out of their daze, their spirits lifted, and they all sprang into action under the captain's command.

Upon hearing this, the onlookers vaguely guessed what was going on and started running as well, their eyes gleaming.

The new president is known for his generosity, so we can't miss this opportunity to earn a reward.

Elise arrived beside him on her flying carpet, her eyes filled with concern: "Are you alright? Sit on my flying carpet."

"It's alright." Anser pressed his forehead; he still had a little over a quarter of his magic power left, and he felt pretty good.

"I'll go help you then. Be careful," Elise said, and then flew away in a flash.

Anser surveyed the area and then chased after a fleeing werewolf.

They were well-prepared, with many professionals and silver weapons, but the werewolves were very strong, and most of the battle was still ongoing.

When a desperate werewolf goes berserk, even elite professionals must retreat.

Fortunately, it was daytime, and the major guilds and adventurers in the city reacted quickly and provided timely support, so the casualties were not significant.

Anser and Elise were fast and ruthless. While dealing with the werewolves, they were also able to direct the combat teams to support various locations, and quickly stabilized the situation.

As evening approached, the city gradually quieted down.

Teams of warriors and adventurers carried the wounded and the dead towards the Federation, most of them in high spirits. In the end, it was a great victory.

More than a hundred werewolves were killed, each of them quite powerful, including the werewolf leader who had once escaped from Stoll's clutches.

Anser was originally very happy, as he gained a lot of combat experience, leveled up to level 8, and also got rid of a major threat.

Seeing the wounded, he felt a little heavy-hearted and quickly asked Quentin to tally the casualties and to treat those injured by the werewolves, including civilians.

Being scratched by a werewolf is fine, but being bitten could lead to a curse that, if you can't withstand it, will turn you into a werewolf.

He first used Holy Healing to heal the seriously wounded, with guards and soldiers given priority.

Then he took out the holy water and fed a sip to each person bitten by the werewolf.

Holy water contains positive energy and blessings, which may have some effect on curses. However, he doesn't have any more effective means, so he should do his best and leave the rest to fate.

(End of this chapter)