Chapter 193: Sorry, I Might Have To Get A Little Carried Away
The Black Forehead Ornament flashed twice, and the Black Robe immediately exited the Ethereal Plane back to reality, but the Wall of Force pierced through both the material and Ethereal Plane, firmly imprisoning him inside with no escape.
How could the Black Robe not recognize the Wall of Force? He sighed, dejectedly sitting on the invisible wall, overlooking the Street and crowd below.
He had been moving upward just now, already arriving above the Hole-in-the-Ground Tavern.
“Why, this world is so cruel to me…” His face twisted, his eyes filled with endless hatred.
If he had to choose the profession he hated most, it would undoubtedly be Sorcerer.
Spells require brains, Sorcerers rely on talent, but if neither brains nor talent work, the path to becoming a Spellcaster becomes very narrow, and Warlock often becomes the helpless choice.
The Warlock’s job change ritual was once called “Forbidden Invocation” because such contracts are often unequal—thinking with one’s butt makes it clear that ordinary people have no right to Negotiation.
Why would those powerful Patrons lend their own Magic power and Arcana knowledge to you?
Everything in the world has a price.
He sold himself out, worked hard for so many years, finally standing at the peak of humans, with Legendary in sight within his lifetime, but who knew Calamity would descend.
The Demonic Sect Master’s contract—broken!
Only then did he realize that he truly possessed very little power of his own, and years of persistence were like a joke.
He tried to self-teach Spells or develop his own unremarkable Bloodline, without exception, all failed.
Very normal, he never had that Talent to begin with.
So he began frantically hunting resources, seeking a way to change all this.
From that time, he knew this day would come, but eating defeat for the third time, and to a Genius Sorcerer at that, tore open the scar in his heart again, feeling especially stifled.
“Next time, you won’t be so lucky…” he muttered.
In the Tavern, Anse saw the Black Robe disappear into the Ethereal Plane, then get captured alive by the force cage, and immediately burst out laughing.
‘I thought you were so powerful.’
He stuffed the remaining half bottle of Greater Healing Potion into Aldon’s hand, then two Burning Hands blasted open the Ice Layer at the door.
Bang, the Tavern door was rammed open from outside, a group of Halflings surged in, but didn’t expect the ground to be all ice, momentarily unsteady, slipping and falling in a pile, many unable to stop shivering.
But when they saw the scene inside the Tavern, their faces instantly filled with anger, swords drawn, surrounding Anse.
“He’s a friend.” Aldon hurriedly stood up to explain.
Anse managed to extricate himself, but had no time to deal with those Halflings, hastily leaving the Tavern onto the Street, looking up to see the Black Robe imprisoned in the air dozens of meters above the Tavern.
He had already removed his Hood, revealing a somewhat sickly Human face, unremarkable in every way except for his somewhat frightening gaze.
Their eyes met, one calm and fearless, the other sinister and cold, harboring killing intent.
The Dice spun rapidly, after a moment popping out target info:
【Star Pirate Captain, Fiend, 18th level Warlock（Demonic Sect Master）】
‘So strong, but why a Fiend?’
This Warlock clearly looked Human.
‘No wonder Hold Person had no effect on him.’
What he was thinking now was how to take down the opponent after the Wall of Force ended—control and Distance were key, must strong control the enemy at a safe Distance, then burst him down in one wave.
Once giving the opponent a chance to Spellcast, even a single Teleport Spell would make his efforts futile, not to mention he was a Captain, perhaps with reinforcements.
‘Must pick a Gate seal Spell or something next time to prevent enemies from escaping.’
Why Spellcasters are hard to kill—Teleport Spells deserve great credit; if can’t win, just run, even Spellcasters may not Dispel Magic it, let alone Combat classes.
Thinking of this, Anse activated the True Sight Ring again, expending one Charge to renew True Sight.
Then he cast Fly, flying to just a hundred meters above the Wall of Force, looking down at that Warlock from above.
The sky was dim, lights dotted the Hole-in-the-Ground District Streets, over a hundred Halflings pointing at the Black Robe in the sky, in heated Discussion.
Aldon also ran out of the Tavern, two Halflings at his side, quickly saying something.
In a moment, the crowd rapidly dispersed, leaving a large open area.
‘Well done.’
Anse praised, simply no longer waiting, cast Metamagic, Mana surging around him, slapped his chest to activate the Star Robe.
On the front panel, a star quietly shattered, turning into seven Magic Missiles that shot out, straight at the Wall of Force.
At the same time, he immediately ended the Wall of Force, Quick Cast Hold Monster!
“”
「Metamagic」+「Metamagic: Empower Quicken, Escalate」+「Hold Monster」!
Just as the Wall of Force disappeared in that instant, seven Magic Missiles and an invisible wave landed on the Warlock almost simultaneously.
The Warlock seemed to have anticipated it, holding a Tarot Card, silver mists rippling around him.
He smirked, giving Anse a deep look, as if to firmly remember him.
But the next instant, his smile froze on his face, body Paralyzed, unable to speak or move his fingers, the Spell lights and shadows on him fluctuated a few times before quickly dissipating.
“Bang bang bang—”
The energy shield on the Warlock shattered in an instant, seven Magic Missiles hitting his head, face, and torso almost simultaneously, blood exploding, body accelerating toward the ground.
【You cast Escalated Hold Monster on Star Pirate Captain, Star Pirate Captain Perception Saving Throw failed】
‘You didn’t think I only know one Fifth Ring Spell, did you?’
Anse’s eyes cold, sparing no Mana, continued Spellcasting.
「Metamagic: Empower Quicken, Empower」+「Fifth Ring: Fireball」!
A bright flash shot from his fingertip downward, in an instant reaching the Warlock’s side, erupting with a roar, the blazing Fireball engulfing him completely, like a small red-yellow Sun rising.
【……Star Pirate Captain takes 59 Fire Damage, current Life 67/149】
The Warlock wailed, flipping to his feet, charred fingers clutching the Tarot Card tightly, hoarse incantation in his mouth.
Anse saw this, mind moved, a faint Spiritual Light striking the Warlock.
Dispel Magic!
The Warlock’s spirit shook, incantation interrupted, Mana disrupted, Spellcasting failed.
Anse gave him no Reaction chance, raised hand for another Fireball, bright flash falling, exploding into a massive Fireball over twenty meters in diameter, yellow with red hues, heat waves rolling.
Fifth Ring Spells cost too much Mana, Anse had little left, brain somewhat aching, simply stopped Spellcasting, activated Star Robe, throwing out the remaining five Fifth Ring Magic Missiles in succession.
Waves of Missile storms dove down, dense whistling and impact sounds making one’s scalp tingle.
Two Mana Spiritual Lights flashed on the Warlock, but quickly extinguished, then silence.
【Target Death, gain 5100 Combat Experience】
Onlookers in Dock Area and Hole-in-the-Ground District fell silent; they hadn’t seen such violent Spell bombardment in a long time.
Blarock City used to have many Spellcasters, because magic ship helms required Spellcasters to drive, but now, many Magic Ships, yet lost former Vitality.
In the sky, Anse looked at the twisted, deformed corpse, inexplicably relieved.
He was really afraid that Warlock had a second-stage Transformation, turning into a Fiend for another big fight, or summoning some powerful Fiend to save the day.
If that happened, he could only flee in panic, run as fast as possible, he had little Mana left.
Fortunately, the worst didn’t happen, the Warlock died.
