Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 39 I gave you a chance

The corpse demon scrambled to its feet in a disheveled state, let out a low growl, raised its necromancer sword high, and launched a long charge.

His eyes showed no fear, only a chilling killing intent.

Nornos let out a neigh and changed direction again at a slight angle while charging forward. In the instant they crossed paths, a scorching dragon breath swept past.

The corpse demon was prepared, but the dragon's breath was too fast and had a wide range, making it impossible to dodge. The flames burned the leather armor, the flesh hissed and smoked, and a stench filled the air.

These superficial wounds were far from fatal, but they made the corpse demon even more frustrated, as it could neither catch up with nor escape from them.

This made him even more irritable and prone to impotent rage.

Before the Dragon Breath spell ended, Anser lightly patted Nornos and launched another charge.

This time, the corpse demon learned its lesson and rolled away in advance to dodge.

Anser had already guessed it, so he deliberately delayed the release, waiting for it to dodge before turning his head to exhale and give it another cremation service.

I predicted your prediction!

The corpse demon rolled around trying to extinguish the flames on its body. Its skin and flesh were charred black, its limbs were twitching, and its strength was greatly affected.

It glanced at Anser, took two quick steps, and leaped into the lake, disappearing from sight.

After a while, he emerged from the distant lake surface and swam toward the center of the lake with a strange doggy paddle.

"Uh... you can even swim underwater, you learned pretty fast."

Anser looked at the three figures swimming desperately, one near and one far, and felt rather helpless.

Water is a natural barrier. When attacked, one can simply retreat into the water, rendering weak spells largely ineffective.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages. It is extremely tiring to be in the water, and it is difficult to exert force and cast spells. Without special training, one will lose most of their combat power when they go into the water.

The corpse demon has unlimited stamina, but won't its decaying body rot in the water?

'Block them.' He patted the horse's back lightly.

Nornos ran at breakneck speed, much faster than he could swim. Before the Ammun people, who were trying to escape in the chaos, could even reach the shore, Anser arrived.

The two were not in good condition; they were shirtless, covered in numerous wounds that had turned white and swollen from being soaked in water, and probably wouldn't last much longer.

Anser didn't approach them; he just watched them quietly from the lakeside. His indifferent gaze frightened the two of them so much that they didn't dare to come ashore.

You can hide in the water, but once you come out, it's a vast, flat wasteland. No matter how many legs you have, you can't outrun a horse.

Moreover, they had a clear view of the battle from the water. This warlock was very strong, his mount was extraordinary, and his combat and spellcasting skills were superb. In their current state, they had absolutely no chance of winning.

After a brief standoff, the middle-aged man shouted, "Sir, if you let us go, I'm willing to give you my entire fortune; this is a deposit."

As he spoke, he stretched his hand out of the water and forcefully threw a small object onto the shore.

Nornos took small steps over, and in the light of his staff, a silver goblet lay quietly on the grass, shaped like an hourglass, gleaming with white light.

"This is the Guardian Grail, a rare and sacred item. Do I need to elaborate on its value?" The middle-aged man looked at the holy emblem shining on Anser's chest, feeling uneasy.

“Me too.” The Black Dragonborn pointed towards the Cloak Forest. “Our camp is at the edge of the forest. I can take you there.”

Anser didn't reach for it, feigning indifference, and pointed at the corpse demon in the center of the lake, shouting:

“Go, kill it. This is your only chance. I won’t compromise easily. Seize the opportunity.”

After saying that, he deliberately touched the burning holy emblem on his chest.

"You're clearly sending us to our deaths," the Black Dragon said through gritted teeth.

“You have the right to choose.” Anser wasn’t in a hurry; he could wait until dawn.

The fact that the gray eagle did not issue a warning indicates that the undead horde showed no signs of returning, and everything was under control.

"Do it! I hope you keep your promise." The middle-aged captain didn't trust Anser, but he believed in the holy emblem.

The followers of the God of Justice have always had a high moral standard, and for them, eliminating the dead is indeed more important than killing two slave traders.

"Captain?" The Black Dragon Descendant looked astonished.

"Listen to me, go!" The middle-aged captain turned and swam towards the corpse demon.

The Black Dragon hesitated for a moment, then followed.

In the center of the lake, a cruel glint appeared on the charred face of the undead. It understood Common Language, but it was not afraid. Undead do not need to breathe, nor do they exhaust themselves, giving them a natural advantage in water combat.

It also needs two new zombies to help it out of its predicament, and two professionals are undoubtedly the best materials.

The two sides quickly closed in, and Captain Am launched the first attack, thrusting with his sword. However, his movements were slow and the attack was easily blocked by the corpse demon.

The melee began, and the violently churning water indicated the battle was exceptionally fierce, with splashes of water tinged with blood.

Anser, mounted on his horse, calmly watched all of this.

'Am I being too cruel?'

He clearly remembered that he wasn't like this before.

But he really didn't want to wait until dawn; there were too many variables, and this was the best solution he could think of.

"People have to learn to adapt eventually. I didn't mean to torture them."

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these random thoughts; the battle in the water was about to be decided.

The Corpse Demon is indeed very strong and in good condition, but it's not very smart.

Once the Black Dragon was close, at the cost of taking a sword strike, he locked the corpse demon's arms and the necromancer's sword with both hands, wrapped his legs around its waist, and no matter how the corpse demon struggled, it could not break free.

The Corpse Demon is quite powerful, but its attributes are very average, and strength is not its strong point.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the middle-aged captain launched an attack, forcefully stabbing his longsword into the corpse demon's mouth, all the way to the top of its skull. With a powerful twist, the corpse demon became completely still.

[Target dead, gain 101 combat experience]

"Not bad." Anser raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

The two Ammunition dragged the ghoul to the lakeside, struggled to climb ashore, threw down their weapons, and lay on the ground panting heavily.

This unguarded demeanor isn't trust, but rather a sign of helplessness; since there's no escape, it's better to appear more magnanimous.

“I threw my personal belongings and breastplate into the lake. Go down to the north bank and you should be able to find them,” the middle-aged captain said, panting.

Anser didn't approach: "Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

“Alaron Island, come here to do some small business…” the Black Dragon replied with his eyes closed.

A resounding dragon's voice abruptly interrupted his words, and three flash missiles streaked through the air, striking the Black Dragonborn in succession in the chest.

"Bang bang bang-"

The Black Dragonborn's mouth was half-open, blood gushing out. His head tilted to the side, his empty eyes staring at the captain beside him.

[...Target dead, gain 23 combat experience]

"You broke your promise! You made a promise—" The middle-aged captain was shocked. He rolled over and lay face down on the ground, his expression panicked and his tone somewhat hysterical.

“Ammunition, what did I promise you? I never made any promises from beginning to end. You just made it up in your head.” Anser touched the holy emblem on his chest, which was burning hot.

Only an idiot would let them go; the other party might transfer their hatred for the dead onto him.

The middle-aged captain was stunned for a moment: "You knew everything? You've been lying to us all along. The Nashwal family won't let you get away with this..."

His response was a red energy ball with a small tail.

With a loud bang, the man was thrown away, his skin charred and twisted, completely unrecognizable.

[...Target dead, gain 61 combat experience]

“I gave you chances, but I knew you wouldn’t seize them,” Anser said calmly.

He looked toward the direction of the Cloak Forest, a dark mass, indicating that the other side had accomplices. "Nashiwar" sounded somewhat familiar.

　The faction system in D&D 5R (Fifth Edition Revision) retains the classic nine-faction framework, but compared to earlier versions (such as 3R), its actual rule influence has been greatly weakened, and character behavior is more flexible.

　　A change in allegiance is not determined by a single event, but rather reflects long-term behavioral tendencies.

　　Motivation takes precedence over results.

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