Chapter 135: Miss, Miss
Anse was completely unflustered; he himself didn’t even know how hard he was to kill!
Without spells, he still had extremely high armor, as well as various life-saving equipment, like the Carved Scale Dragon Scale Amulet, which activated passively and wasn’t afraid of Anti-Magic Domain.
After falling dozens of meters, arrows immediately became dense.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh——”
He shrank his body, raised his shield to block, and actually stopped the vast majority of arrows; the shield turned into a porcupine.
Occasionally, one or two arrows hit his unprotected legs, but they were easily blocked by the Dragon Scale infused with Giant’s Radiance, completely unable to break defense.
He was a Paladin proficient in defensive combat; the enemy wanting to shoot him down from the air was simply wishful thinking.
In the distance, Illyas had a cold expression, descending in altitude regardless of danger, with ten miniature meteors orbiting her body. She pointed her wand, and two meteors whistled out, rapidly smashing toward those few Rangers.
After throwing them, she didn’t have time to check the effect and immediately pulled up in altitude, barely dodging the incoming arrows.
“Boom boom——”
The miniature meteors crashed down, exploding in succession, and several Rangers scrambled to dodge.
The Anti-magic Arrows stopped.
At this point, Anse was only sixty or seventy meters from the ground.
Below, over a hundred muskets and several bows were aimed at him; the Barbarian Derik similarly raised his javelin high, his body bent like a bow, with a ferocious grin on his face.
Although there was a little accident and the anti-magic effect didn’t continue, it didn’t affect the big picture.
For them, this altitude was a death zone; even if Anse immediately cast Fly, he couldn’t escape quickly and could only be drowned by countless attacks.
‘Come on, let’s exchange blows!’
Anse sneered, mana surging around him as he unleashed full firepower.
“”
「Metamagic: Quicken Spell」+「Fireball」!
Dragon Speech was as fast as if it burned his mouth, too quick to discern; the air instantly stagnated, and three consecutive flashes dropped from his fingertips.
At the same time, musket shots and bowstring twangs merged into a continuous sound, countless arrows and bullets covering him without any blind spots.
A burst of silver mist flashed, and Anse’s figure vanished from the spot, reappearing in the air over ten meters away.
‘I can teleport, you know.’
He had just appeared when a shrill whistle came to his ears, too fast to react; he instinctively raised his shield and triggered Shield.
A cold gleam assaulted him; the shield and Shield spell shattered in succession, the spearhead stabbing into his shoulder, and the Dragon Scale infused with Elemental Radiance also showed a faint crack.
A transparent Magic Barrier popped up, blocking the spent javelin; the spear tip flashed with a touch of golden light, completely undamaged.
Anse casually grabbed this clearly extraordinary javelin, looking calm on the surface but actually breaking out in cold sweat.
He hated thrown weapons; from transmigration until now, almost all attacks that could threaten his life had come from thrown weapons.
But he was no longer the same as before; if shield, spells, and armor couldn’t hold, he still had the 「Protector’s Bracelet」’s Magic Barrier, then the King Butterfly Cloak triggered by injury, and finally Death Ward as a safety net.
His margin for error was exceptionally high.
Below, Fireballs exploded in succession—one per person for Derik, the musket team, and the bow and arrow users—massive reddish-yellow fireballs linking into a chain, flames shooting skyward and turning into a surging sea of fire.
Everyone scattered and fled, a large number of experience prompts flashing successively, mostly common people, with a few professionals.
【Target Death, gained 275 Combat Experience】
【……Derik Dexterity Saving Throw successful, took 27 Fire Damage, current Health 101/136】
Anse used Elemental Resonance to levitate in midair, while mentally locking onto that man called Derik.
The dice spun for a moment and popped up target info:
【Derik, Human, Level 13 Barbarian（Berserker）】
‘This health……very strong Constitution, but the battle has just begun.’
He activated the Scepter of Sanctuary, pointed with his hand, and a tall Treant appeared out of thin air on the open ground ahead.
“Ancient Moss, get him!”
Ancient Moss looked up to see a sea of fire, startled into taking a step back, then turned to Anse: “Don’t just randomly set fires, okay.”
“Got it got it, go on——”
Ancient Moss scanned around and quickly distinguished enemies from allies.
It pointed both hands at two Big Trees not far away; mana spiritual light fell, the two Big Trees came alive, swung their trunks, uprooted themselves, smashed the dazed Amn Army soldiers nearby into meat paste with a swing, then charged straight at Derik.
Animated Trees’ combat power wasn’t much weaker than Treants, similarly unafraid of Blunt Attack and Piercing Attack; though their speed was average, their Strength was immense.
One Treant and two Animated Trees charged toward Derik simultaneously; the thumping footsteps were enormous, as if the earth itself was trembling, with terrifying momentum.
There was no trace of a smile left on Derik’s face, his eyes filled with shock; the killing move originally reserved for the Black Dragon had been used on a little Sorcerer and hadn’t drawn blood, with the weapon even grabbed by someone.
But he had no time to think; as the Treant closed in, he immediately swung his greatsword to fight, several attempts to pursue and kill Anse interrupted by the Treant’s attacks.
The Treant’s Strength was comparable to an adult Giant Dragon; he could only dodge, not daring to meet it head-on.
But Anse knew the Treant would have a hard time defeating Derik; an Advanced Barbarian’s athleticism and Reaction were too strong, with superb combat skills—pure brute force wouldn’t work.
He leaped into the air, slowly descending, stowed the javelin, drew the Dragon Gold Slash Sword, and quickly scanned the battlefield.
The Amn Army was scattered, but combat-ready forces still numbered in the hundreds; Derik’s squad had abandoned the Black Dragon and, together with those few shooters, charged straight at him.
Meanwhile, Dulag’s troops hadn’t arrived at the battlefield yet; the earlier battle seemed long but had only lasted a few minutes.
“Whoosh——”
Bang! Anti-Magic Domain descended once more.
The Rangers who had recovered first suppressed him immediately; with a Spell Range of nearly two hundred meters, this was the first time Anse had been range-suppressed by someone else.
But he didn’t dare frequently use Misty Step to dodge; his mana was nearly half depleted and couldn’t afford waste.
In the sky, Illyas, who had been bombarding below indiscriminately, was also specially targeted by two Rangers; her Spell Range was insufficient, forcing her to pull back repeatedly.
Derik’s squad had a very targeted professional composition!
‘They’re fucking loaded!’
Anse landed on the ground in one motion, charging toward the oncoming professional squad; as the distance closed, his head shook and transformed into a ferocious Dragon Head.
“Roar——”
A conical flame over ten meters long surged out, engulfing two Warriors and burning them into rolling desperately.
This range and area were unimaginable for ordinary professionals.
Two sharp arrows came at him; Anse rolled to dodge, the arrows landing on his legs with two clangs as they were bounced off by Dragon Scale, unable to break defense.
He smoothly exited the Anti-Magic Domain; the Elemental Orbs hovering at his side danced again, buzzing.
Then, bursts of spell lights exploded around him: Jump, Great Step, Divine Favor, Shield of Faith—he was entirely wrapped in layers of spiritual light.
The Warrior charging from the side froze, his downward longsword pausing for an instant.
Anse didn’t dodge; the longsword slashed diagonally, flashing with a streak of platinum light.
The Warrior didn’t dare clash life-or-death with a monster; the longsword redirected, smoothly parrying the attack.
But in the instant their weapons clashed, earthy-brown elemental power erupted violently.
The Warrior felt his body sink, as if carrying a small mountain, unable to move.
Anse grinned ferociously; the platinum sword beam swept across, and a head flew up, blood spraying several meters.
This was the third-circle Holy Slash enhanced with Divine Favor, paired with Dragon Gold Slash Sword, enough to compensate for his Strength deficiency.
【Target Death, gained 450 Combat Experience】
Elemental Slash was truly useful, but unfortunately required Channel Divinity each time—only twice a day, far from enough.
The others’ expressions changed drastically upon seeing this.
This was a powerful Warrior who had just stepped into the elite tier, yet killed by two sword strikes.
“Don’t hold back, don’t let him cast——” the Warrior scorched by Dragon Breath roared angrily at the distant Rangers.
