Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 191 Nobody is Faster Than Me
"Boss, what do we do now?" The dark-skinned, thin dwarf shook the blood off his hands and turned to look at the man in black robes.

"Wait! He will definitely come back." The man in black robes spoke in a cold voice, his gaze unfathomable.

There aren't many long-distance teleportation spells. The most common one is the Five Rings Teleportation Array, but there are no traces of the array on the ground, indicating that this is not the spell.

All other spells are at least seventh-circle, such as seventh-circle teleportation and dimensional shift, and ninth-circle portal.

Given the current chaos in the magic network, he didn't believe anyone could master such a difficult high-level teleportation spell so quickly. Therefore, he deduced that the target must have left using some kind of teleportation tool, or entered another dimension.

Regardless of the reason, the likelihood of returning to the original location is high.

Tiflin hesitated and said, "Halves are very united. They may have already sensed something was wrong when they saw that the tavern was closed, and they might break in at any time. It might be difficult to handle the situation then."

“Then use the pretext of collecting a debt to keep them away. Anyone who wants to meddle should be made to pool their money to ransom them. The amount is... 200,000 gold coins.” The man in black robes spoke calmly.

They just need an excuse; these are minor issues as long as the magistrate doesn't interfere.

"Leave it to me." The orc grinned, his fangs gleaming coldly.

The dark-skinned, thin dwarf stood up, revealing an ugly smile: "Then I'll go to his room and keep watch."

The man in black robes nodded silently, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
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Hall-like patterns, top floor of the Black Tower.

Anser had already finished his meditation and, after communicating with the treant and Salian to clarify his situation, returned to the top of the Black Tower.

When necessary, he needs the help of the Tree People and Salian to fight the enemy; the more help he has, the greater his chances of winning.

'It's been several hours. I wonder what the situation is like outside?' He decided to go out and check.

He has already synchronized with the Star Robe and can now use it to teleport to the Astral Plane, giving him another means of survival.

It also comes with six five-ring magic missiles, each containing seven flash missiles, which are extremely powerful. However, they cannot use super magic techniques in spells, and their casting speed is average.

He began to organize his equipment. His "Alchemist's Belt" contained a health potion and a potent healing potion, and a bottle of indestructible potion was also nearby.

With "Eureka's Protection" in his left hand and the Dragon Gold Slashing Sword in his right, elemental orbs swirled and danced around him.

Maeve sat atop the Book of Castella, hovering beside him. With a flick of her claws, she cast a transparent mage armor onto him, increasing his armor level by 3.

Anser raised his hand and cast a Devout Shield on himself, increasing his armor level by 2. With the shield, Anser's armor level reached 29, making him exceptionally tough.

He caught a glimpse of the shield in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat: 'Could it be the original owner who's come looking for us?'

After a careful inspection, he found nothing unusual about the shield and breathed a slight sigh of relief. He didn't put the shield away; he couldn't just give up a legendary piece of equipment based on unfounded speculation.

'Prepare for battle!'

'Meow.'

The next moment, Anser patted himself, and a series of magical lights and shadows blessed him, including the ability to gain the upper hand, false life, stride, jump, fire shield, divine grace, and detect good and evil.

Then he drank the thick, indestructible potion in one gulp, maximizing his damage resistance.

He originally wanted to drink the invisibility potion, but since attacking and casting spells would reveal him, including teleportation, he decided not to waste the potion.

"Mirror Image" (Netheril's word)
Three illusory clones identical to Anser appeared beside him. They exchanged glances with varying expressions before disappearing simultaneously from the top of the Black Tower.

With a shift in light and shadow, Anser found himself in a messy little room, where a thin, dark figure was tossing and catching a dagger by the dilapidated wooden door.

Without hesitation, he decisively ordered his clone to rush out with him. Killing was secondary; the priority was to get out of there.

It's too cramped here to cast spells.

"Boss—"

The dark-skinned dwarf hadn't expected the enemy to react even faster than him. He roared angrily and then charged toward one of the illusions.

But then, a flash of silver mist appeared on the illusion's body, and it was instantly teleported to the corridor. In another flash, it disappeared from his sight.

Not just one, but all four.

'A mage wielding a sword and shield?' He paused for a moment, then quickly gave chase.

Anser used two consecutive stealth steps to reach the tavern, and with a glance, he could see the entire scene inside the hall.

A black-robed spellcaster, an orc melee fighter, a Tifflin ranger, and a subterranean gnome wanderer followed behind.

The orcs were blocking the door, and the only way to leave was to open a random door that couldn't be accurately located, but he wanted to give it a try!
He raised his shield, and the Medusa Euryale relief on it suddenly opened its eyes, emitting a bright light that fell directly on the black-robed spellcaster. The other illusory clones imitated him, but their light and shadow effects were all fake.

The black-robed spellcaster raised his head, a chilling smile curling at the corners of his pale lips, his expression calm.

As the petrifying light subsided, he paused slightly, seemingly unaffected. With a flick of his finger, he instantly unleashed four bursting energy rays, heading straight for Anser and his four illusory clones.

[You cast a petrification spell on a peak-level magic user; the peak-level magic user successfully saved the save.]

'A level 17 or higher magic master!'

Anser shrank behind his shield, his mind locked onto the man in black robes, and like turning the clock hands, he reversed the flow of time around him to the greatest extent possible.

Time changes!

For a fleeting moment, the black-robed man's eyes, hidden beneath his hood, went vacant. He retreated, and when he came to his senses, he saw the petrifying light fall upon him "again."

'what? '

His body stiffened, and he sat back down in the chair, his hands and feet stiff, unable to cast a spell.

[You cast Petrify and Time Manipulation spells on a Peak Spellcaster. The Peak Spellcaster's immunity failed, and they are now bound.]

At the same time, a burst of energy struck Anser's shield, exploding violently and blasting him and his shield away. Multiple layers of shields, including shield spells, shattered one after another.

Anser's hands and feet were numb and weak. He barely managed to hold the shield, rolled over and stood up. He felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a hammer, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable.

[You have been hit by a powerful magic burst attack from a top-tier magic master. You have taken 11 points of force field damage. Your current health is 103/103, and your temporary health is 1/12.]

His three illusory clones fared even worse, exploding on the spot and dissipating into light and shadow.

'It must have been a Repulsive Explosion and a Pain Explosion. Luckily, my armor is thick.'

Without the influence of the clones, the orcs and gnomes charged at Anser simultaneously, and Tifflin drew his bow and prepared to shoot at close range.

The tavern was small, and the enemies were incredibly fast; Anser didn't even have time to cast a normal spell.

'They are all at least highly skilled professionals.'

In a flash, without time to think, he instinctively unleashed his most powerful control spell.

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"Innate Spells" + "Super Magic: Enhanced Instant Casting, Upgrade" + "Fifth Ring: Immobilize Humanoids"!
The elemental orb flashed with rainbow light, and four invisible magical fluctuations instantly landed on the four enemies.

The orcs, tirins, and underground dwarves all froze and collapsed to the ground.

But the man in black robes was unaffected; he even withstood the second check of the petrification magic and was completely freed from its restraints.

He looked up at Anser, his fingertips twirling a tarot card.

Anser sensed something was wrong and suppressed the urge to open a portal to leave, focusing his mind once again on casting a spell.

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"Super Magic: Enhance Instant Cast, Powerful, Caution" + "Fifth Ring: Fireball - Cold"!
A bright flash took shape at his fingertips in an instant, then exploded immediately, and a biting cold swept through the tavern, white mist filled the air, and frost solidified, as if he had fallen into the polar regions, extremely cold.

It was too fast; everyone except Anser and the two halflings was covered in thin ice.

"..."

The urgent dragon's voice rang out again, and the second and third flashes of light descended in succession, exploding as soon as they took shape.

Extreme cold raged in the narrow "ice cave," sealing everything within layer after layer of ice.

[Target dead, gain 2450 combat experience]

[Target dead, gain 2080 combat experience]

[You cast Powerful Fireball - Chill on the High Barbarian. The High Barbarian was hit, taking 48 points of Chill damage. Current health: 39/172]

One person is missing!

Anser forcefully ripped off the ice layer stuck to his face. Looking around, the corner was empty; there was no sign of the man in black robes.

(End of this chapter)