Master Changsheng

Chapter 97, page 095: I'll count to three [Please subscribe 35 times]

"The eldest prince of the Kingdom of Shak?"

Looking at the top of the deserted sand dune.

An Kai muttered something.

I constantly monitor my meditation feedback, trying to find any malicious sources.

He didn't detect any malice, but he did catch a glimpse of an unusual emotion...

It seems to be... reverence?

"What kind of lunatic is this! Worshipping the enemy?!"

This scene reminded him of his encounter with Sally Bucklin.

Then I remembered the [Summoning] I received from Sally Bucklin…

If a princess of a duchy in distress can provide a spell without level restrictions, then the eldest prince of the kingdom can certainly provide ten or eight spells without level restrictions!

Just then.

The top of the dune, about 100 meters to the left of where Ankai just bombarded.

A figure suddenly appeared.

Was it him who instilled this sense of reverence in himself?

Before Ankai could investigate what had happened to that guy, the fifth-tier assassin, Malken, had already reached Ankai's side...

Holding a dark dagger, his eyes were calm and his face expressionless, as if dealing with An Kai was an insignificant matter to him.

After Ankai's battles with those traitors, Malken had a pretty good idea of ​​Ankai's strength.

Within the fourth rank and fifth level, and also a mage.

Of course, this wasn't provided by that damned detector, but rather by his extensive experience and conjecture.

As is well known, mages are physically very frail.

As a fifth-tier assassin, he had already reached the frail mage, and the outcome was no longer in doubt.

Even if Ankai is a fifth-tier mage, Malken is confident he can slit his throat in one strike!

Malken gripped the dagger in reverse and slashed at Ankai's neck. With his speed, it would only take half a second for the dagger to sever Ankai's throat!

As the only Tier 5 Assassin in the Kingdom of Shak, Malken has done this countless times.

So much so that even as he prepared to slit his own throat, his emotions remained completely still…

With his arm raised, the dagger was aimed at Ankai's neck. In Malken's view, Ankai's gaze was still fixed on Prince Wayne at the top of the dune.

"Oh!"

"Kill you, take the mage tower, and then we can take His Highness away from the desert!"

The year and a half of desert life also took a toll on Mairken's mental health.

Although he wouldn't willingly fall into depravity, the feeling of being surrounded by villains made even a fifth-tier professional like Malken feel extremely uncomfortable.

At that moment, Malken thought about many things...

"wrong!"

Malken suddenly snapped out of his reverie: "Why am I thinking about so many things!"

Suddenly he came to his senses and found that his surroundings were now covered with tiny layers of ice.

This caused his speed to drop sharply, and the power of his fatal blow was reduced by about 10%.

Sensing this, Malken did not retreat. Gritting his teeth, he charged toward Ankai's neck, his figure instantly breaking through the two-and-a-half-meter-wide ice layer.

He was half a meter away from Ankai's neck, and at his speed, he could finish in an instant...

Boom!

The dagger clashed with the [Magic Armor] armor around Ankai's neck, producing a muffled thud.

At this point, exactly one second had passed since Malken appeared next to Ankai and launched his attack.

In less than half a second, the [Magic Armor] armor around his neck was destroyed by Malken.

However, the power of Malken's attack was reduced by 20%.

Although the power has been reduced, An Kai's neck is already exposed, so how can he stop?

Just when Malken thought victory was assured, another layer of ice appeared close to his body, as well as a protective layer from the [Magic Armor] spell.

He blocked the dagger in Malken's hand.

Two seconds had passed since Malken launched his attack.

Having spent two seconds without achieving his goal, Malken began to have bad thoughts.

However, seeing Ankai's neck so close, Malken chose to continue his attack!

Its power was reduced by another 20%, and both layers of protection disappeared...

"Let's see how you handle this!"

Malken thought he had it all figured out this time.

Suddenly, a soft voice whispered in his ear: "Idiot."

Immediately afterwards, Malken watched as a small black tower figure appeared on Ankai's neck!

Boom!

"Is this still a mage?!"

Malken was defeated.

The dagger could not advance any further, blocked in front of the small tower's illusory form.

He couldn't understand why a mage had more defensive options than those heavily armored warriors!

"You ambushed me?"

At that moment, a disdainful voice reached Malken's ears, and a [Fireball] spell radiating scorching heat rushed towards him!

boom!

The fireball struck the ground.

As the dust settled, Malken appeared to the side.

His body was unharmed.

Just as he was preparing to leave, he discovered that his space had been locked by a dark brown [Fireball] spell.

Without a second thought, Malken quickly dodged.

Given his speed, it would be a pipe dream for Ankai to hit him.

but…

Ankai's goal was not to hit Malken.

When Malken attacked him, Ankai already knew that the guy's speed far exceeded his own.

And their strength far surpasses his own.

Fortunately, he acquired the [Lazar's Mage Tower], which allowed him to block Malken's fatal blow after consuming 20% ​​of his energy.

So Ankai, who had escaped with his life, immediately set his sights on the psychopath at the top of the dune who worshipped the enemy.

As expected, that was the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Shak.

As soon as he emerged from the pass, he was greeted warmly by the eldest prince. If he didn't return the favor, he would change his name.

So, while using a dark brown, five-meter-diameter Fireball spell to seal off the Malken space, Ankai sprinted toward Wayne.

You're fast, right?

I won't hit you; I'll just trap you and prevent you from leaving this space.

This is Ankai's plan.

The results were surprisingly good.

As a "Slayer" class that seeks to kill with a single blow, Malken's strength was greatly weakened after his defeat, and direct combat was not his forte.

Just as a mage's body is fragile, an assassin's body is also quite fragile.

In a sense, an assassin's physique is even weaker than a mage's, so for Malken, being hit by Ankai's [Fireball] was something he didn't want to do...

There are outliers like Lazel and Ankai among mages, but there are no such outliers among assassins…

After Wayne appeared, the straight-line distance between him and Ankai was about 50 meters, based on the distance he had moved.

For Ankai, these distances were covered in just a few breaths.

As he unleashed his seventh fireball to block Malken's movement, he caught Wayne, whose eyes were gleaming with an unusual light.

After grabbing Wayne by the neck, Ankai was stunned for a moment because Wayne's expression was like that of a fan meeting their idol...

Suppressing his discomfort, Ankai conjured an ice blade in his hand…

Seeing this, Malken came to his senses, filled with regret, but it was too late to save Wayne.

He had already experimented and found that he couldn't break through Ankai's defenses, while Ankai only needed to exert a little force to cut off Wayne's head.

Malken quickly tried to make amends, grabbing Nurnius by the neck, who was still pretending to be invisible, and preparing to use him to threaten Ankai.

Seeing this, An Kai smiled.

Without a second thought, he placed the ice blade against Wayne's neck and yelled, "Bastard! I'll count to three, and I'll strangle you, you son of a bitch master! You can do what I did and strangle that guy too!!"

Then, he tightened his grip on Wayne's neck and shouted sharply:

"three!"

(End of this chapter)