Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 203 Horn of Inmu

[You cast Hand of Bigby to attack the minotaur. The minotaur is hit, taking 62 points of (critical) force field damage and 17 points of blunt damage. It is a critical hit, and the target dies. You gain 695 combat experience.]

A series of combat notifications flashed through my mind. The damage was higher than expected, and the minotaurs were either dead or seriously injured.

This palm strike that descended from the sky was tantamount to a combined attack with the earth.

The battlefield fell silent, and the enemy's offensive came to a halt.

Anser hovered on the city wall and asked, "Who are they?"

"They are pirates from the Fallen Star Sea," Lin Qiancheng said with great certainty. "Hundreds of miles to the west of here is the Pirate Islands, and only there are so many minotaurs."

Anser nodded silently, his eyes darting to the armbands on those people.

These pirates may be Star Demon's enemies, but they are certainly not his friends.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated, clenched his right fist, and punched out forcefully.

The magical hand on the battlefield mirrored his movements, its giant fist slamming into the crowd, sweeping over twenty meters. Every creature in its path was sent flying, smashing a path several meters wide, with the sounds of bones shattering and screams echoing everywhere.

A fierce wind swept through, and a warrior barely managed to steady himself. He peeked out from behind his shield and found that the giant fist was just a meter away from him.

Before he could even feel relieved, a middle finger thicker than his waist suddenly shot out, knocking him flying with a bang.

A sharp pain struck, vision blurred, and the person lost consciousness while in mid-air.

The giant hand opened wide, swept and grabbed along the ground, holding the three people in its palm, and then forcefully flung them into the crowd, knocking down a group of people, causing cries of pain to fill the air.

[Target dead. Gain 55 combat experience...]

The series of deaths did not stop Anser; he raised his arm and slapped his palm down.

At the same time, the giant hand rose again and slammed down on the ground, one slap after another, chasing after people like playing whack-a-mole.

Bigby's Hand is slightly faster than Flight and has a larger attack range, making it difficult even for a Tauren, who runs faster, to dodge it continuously.

One slap will cause serious injury, two slaps will surely kill.

On the city wall, Salian and the others put down their bows and arrows, and just stared blankly at the performance of the giant hand and the air element.

You know what, it looks really exciting.

At the same time, everyone was deeply shocked by the power of magic, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in their hearts. How should professionals deal with such magic?

Lin Qiancheng felt this most deeply because his signature spell used to be Bigby's Hand.

This spell is a favorite among many mages because it has many variations. Learning just one spell can solve many problems, and the energy saved can be used to learn more valuable spells.

However, his Bigby Hand was noticeably smaller and slower than Anser's, and only his Ascending Ring spell could compare.

"Moo!"

In the chaos, a minotaur let out a roar, raised his hand and threw two flying axes, which struck the giant palm in succession and embedded themselves deeply.

The giant hand flickered twice and then quietly disintegrated.

Bigby's Hand was not unscathed in the battle just now; it was severely injured by the throwing axe and could no longer hold on.

[Bigby's Hand was attacked by the pirate captain's flying axe, disrupting the spell's structure and halting the spell.]

Anser shifted his gaze, fixing his attention on a tall, muscular minotaur clad in plate armor below.

The minotaur was also looking at him, his yellow eyes calm and still, devoid of violence or anger.

"Moo!"

He roared again, and the minotaurs led the pirates and ran away, ignoring the seriously wounded.

Anser didn't chase after him; he just quietly watched the tall, strong minotaur.

The air elemental quickly realized what had happened and hovered beside him like a bodyguard. After the pirates had escaped several hundred meters, the dice finally revealed the target information:

[Captain of the Inmuker's Horn Pirate Gang, Tauren, Level 17 Barbarian (Zealot)]

'A top-tier professional!' Anser narrowed his eyes, not daring to make any rash moves, because it seemed like he was a bit outmatched.

Zealots can fly, regenerate health, and have a host of resistances. With the backing of a god, they are definitely among the best of the barbarians.

Moreover, minotaurs are inherently gifted, and their combat strength surpasses that of humans after becoming professionals. Their weakness is a lack of intelligence, but judging from the look in this minotaur's eyes, he may possess some wisdom.

The minotaur watched his subordinates die without lifting a finger, which probably means he couldn't gauge the minotaur's strength; he was rational and cold-blooded.

The two men stared at each other from a distance, the atmosphere heavy, neither making a move rashly.

Anser was on high alert, gripping the Scepter of Protection tightly, ready to teleport Blatt and the others back to Holreven at any moment.

His flight speed and endurance far surpass those of the Zealots; he might not be able to defeat them in a fight, but escaping shouldn't be a problem.

Once the pirates had disappeared from sight, the minotaur turned and left without a word.

Anser climbed higher, his gaze following the man's retreating figure until he reached a deserted dock on the edge of White Stone Island, boarded a ship, and left.

'Horn of Inmuk…' he said, his gaze somewhat wistful.

On the battlefield, the air elementals had already helped Salian and his men clear the area. All the rebels had been killed, and the few seriously wounded unfortunate souls were given basic first aid before being tortured.

They were quite cooperative and revealed everything they knew.

When Anser returned, Salian immediately informed him of the situation.

These people are indeed from a pirate crew from the Pirate Islands called Horn of Inmk, one of the three major pirate crews. Their leader is the minotaur who calls himself Grozdan and is extremely powerful.

The Inmkehorn pirate crew has twenty or thirty ships, but only three of them came this time. They were all elite ships, and their target was this castle, for reasons unknown.

“Inmke was the legendary pirate king of the Fallen Star Sea. He once ruled the entire pirate archipelago. After his death, the pirate archipelago was fragmented, and many pirate groups would use his name…” Lin Qiancheng explained.

“No wonder it’s called the Horn of Inmk,” Anser chuckled.

Lin Qiancheng laughed: "Inmu doesn't have horns."

"Will they come back?" Salian asked, his eyes filled with worry.

"Maybe yes, maybe no," Anser said, unsure.

After witnessing his spellcasting abilities, the minotaur was clearly somewhat wary. Moreover, since outsiders were unaware of his relationship with the Star Demon, a temporary retreat was a wise move should unforeseen circumstances arise.

"Let's put pirates aside for now; we have a lot of other things to do."

He wanted to return to Drag as soon as possible, and before that, he had to get things settled there.

Salian continued to lead the thirty-odd local civilians in the castle to clean up the battlefield and dispose of the corpses to prevent the spread of plague.

Anser summoned Lin Qiancheng and the other five, and had them sign a magic contract, which included a confidentiality agreement regarding magical knowledge, stipulating that they could not resell or teach it to others without his permission.

He copied down two spells for each person and told them to study them first, as trying to do too much at once would be counterproductive.

Magic casting is difficult, and not every mage can learn it. If it's too difficult to learn, it's better to change careers early and become a governor on White Rock Island.

Afterwards, he led Lin Qiancheng, Moen, and others to search the entire castle. Qi Yuanyuan acted as scouts, while Lin Qiancheng's students acted as scribes, recording all the valuables clearly.

This is the base of the space pirates, with ample supplies, including thousands of tons of food, cheese, alcohol, and tools.

There is also a secret underground vault containing hundreds of sets of standard weapons and equipment, as well as gold, magic potions, and ordinary magic equipment, worth at least tens of thousands of gold coins.

Anser was quite satisfied. This base was much more developed than Holreven and should not be easily taken over by pirates.

If the Ammunition cannot withstand Abel's invasion, retreating to White Rock Island would be a good option.

(End of this chapter)