Badge in Azure

Chapter 740: Tyrant (Part 2)

Chapter 740: Tyrant (Part 2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Saleen’s mental strength kept increasing as if without a limit. At that moment, his level of mental strength was close to a grade-9 sorcerer’s. The only things stopping him from advancing was his understanding towards elements, souls, and rules.

Powerful mental strength allowed Saleen to possess a range of sensing that was similar to a sorcerer. He used his clan badge to train his mental strength too, so his control over his senses was formidable. Even under pain or duress, Saleen would still be able to maintain composure and complete the necessary preparation for spells.

Amongst the crowd ahead of him, a smiling child walked towards Saleen.

“Cuisi, stop him.” Saleen instantaneously activated a magic symbol and wanted to use it to mark the child. Saleen felt an incredibly horrifying death aura from the child. Saleen had only ever sensed such an aura from one other person and that was the old assassin that worked for Lex.

The child was holding a colorful windmill in his hands.

November was the most beautiful season in the south of Luolan. The autumn wind had began to blow and the leaves were all golden in color and swayed gently under the sunlight. That windmill spun quickly and disarmed Saleen’s magic symbol without any trace.

Cuisi raised the ropes on his skeletal warhorse and it rushed in front of Saleen, blocking the child. The smile on the child’s face disappeared. He had no idea how Saleen discovered him.

The ability to transform his appearance into an innocent one allowed this assassin to be ten times more effective in carrying out his assassinations.

Nevertheless, Saleen managed to see through his disguise from such a long distance away and even ordered his servant to block him. The servant looked adorable and delicate. Even the assassin could not bear to utilize the methods that he had thought of to create chaos. Most people would instinctively protect women and children after all.

No one would ever imagine that an adorable woman like her would do anything harmful to a child like him.

If it were other assassins, they would have retreated after being discovered at more than one-hundred yards away. An assassin’s attacking range was shorter than that of a black metal grand swordmaster. They had to be very close to the mage in order for their attack to be successful. Powerful explosiveness and precise assassination techniques often made up for an assassin’s weakness of lack of endurance.

All assassins were trained in unorthodox fighting techniques and could very often kill those that were beyond their grades. They possessed all sorts of strange abilities. In order to assassinate someone, they could lie in ambush for a few months in exchange for that single moment of attack when their target would pass by.

The child refused to leave for he was Tyrant, a powerful assassin.

“Mother!” Tyrant that was disguising itself as a child raised his windmill and ran towards Cuisi.

His voice became coagulated. Green and black demon runes shot out from Cuisi’s eyes. A gigantic illusion suddenly appeared. On top of Cuisi’s skeletal warhorse, a witcher spider puppet pounced from the sky.

All of a sudden, the ground cracked open before the eyes of the crowd. A gigantic monster dug out from the crack in the ground and dirt flew everywhere. This monster pounced at the King of Metatrin. All of a sudden, the King’s servant was armed with a long pike and tried to pierce the monster with it.

If Cuisi had tried to fight the child, the crowd would surely be enraged. Saleen used a very small illusion to solve this problem.

The people that had gathered to welcome Saleen were mainly soldiers who were taking their breaks, specifically auxiliary soldiers. There were very few Daliang City commoners. When a monster suddenly appeared to assassinate the King of Metatrin, these soldiers were unarmed so they all retreated. Those that had brought along their weapons immediately gathered together in a circle to ensure the monster would not be able to retreat.

Lex had invested a lot of effort into making sure that the internal defense of Daliang City was the best on the Mainland mainly because of the qualities of these soldiers.

The highest-ranking officer shouted, “Bring the Grand Master here!”

Only mages that were grade-7 and above were fit to be called ‘Grand Masters’. These soldiers would not allow the King of Metatrin to die before their eyes. They came to help their Princess in her battles after all. The officer immediately requested for help from sorcerers, disregarding the fact that he might not have the right to do so.

What Cuisi was holding was not a long pike but a sixteen yard long whip that Saleen had refined for him. As the whip attacked Tyrant, he dashed towards the skeletal warhorse while keeping his body close to the whip. Thereafter, Tyrant transformed into a ball of shadow and merged with the shadow of the skeletal warhorse.

Shadow Dance was a unique skill known only to assassins. One would be able to vanish from the enemy’s sight as long as there were shadows. Cuisi’s whip was like a dragonlance as it whipped ferociously against the shadow on the ground. He could sense that the assassin had yet to leave his hiding spot. If Cuisi became distracted, the assassin would surely make full use of that moment to escape from attacking range.

It was a tremendously short moment. Cuisi attacked by whipping instead of stabbing.

Cuisi’s eyes had yet to recover fully. He had yet to regain his sight even though he had been washing his eyes with magic fluid every hour. He was relying on his demon senses entirely in this battle.

The main source of a demon’s senses were its horns. Since Cuisi was now in human form, his entire skull possessed all the abilities of a demon’s horns. He could still pinpoint the assassin’s location without his eyes. It was a waste to use Shadow Dance on him.

With a loud cracking sound, Cuisi’s whip kicked up some dirt and dust. Cuisi thought that his whip had struck its target, yet the latter still managed to escape unscathed from beneath the skeletal warhorse. This was when Cuisi realized that this enemy would be more difficult to deal with than the sorcerer that he had encountered.

Once an assassin was in the shadows, that was the best time for him to start killing.

The witcher spider did not have any targets, so it laid on the ground and continued to project images. Cuisi no longer hesitated. His body swelled up instantaneously and the horns on his head grew longer than a foot. The wings on his back were still drawn in, but his hands had already transformed into a pair of weapons that were incredibly sharp.

Cuisi threw his whip towards the middle of his earring. Demons possessed the advantage of being able to use their items much faster than mages, mental strength was practically inexhaustible was never in danger of being counter-attacked.

With a much bigger body, Cuisi took a big step out. Due to the senses of both his horns, the shadow of the child appeared once again and was already within fifteen yards of Saleen. The sharp claws on Cuisi’s toes dug into the ground as he bent his body and laid unmoving on the ground. The speed at which he could leap was even faster than a mage flying at their highest speed. Cuisi knew that Saleen could protect his own life with the techniques he possessed. Even if the assassin was not killed, he would at least be badly injured.

Cuisi, on the other hand, was not confident of killing the assassin in one shot so he would rather wait for an opportunity.

Although Saleen could not see the assassin’s shadow, a layer of ice plate armor suddenly appeared on his body. On the outer layer of his ice plate armor was a gigantic bubble. The moment the bubble appeared, a thick fog enveloped Saleen’s body completely.

He used ice plate armor, water shield, and the Quickcloud spell. Saleen cast all three spells at the same time as they had already been prepared while Cuisi was engaging the assassin.

Tyrant became frustrated. He did not expect the King of Metatrin to be such a powerful mage! He could cast three spells in one go and conceal himself within a fog. The incoming attack left Tyrant feeling terrified. Without hesitation, he closed his eyes. The magic pattern on his eyelids twitched and became transparent. A pair of dark purple eyes released a mysterious light from behind all the magic patterns that were crowded together.

The buffer provided by the fog was penetrated by the eyes. With the windmill in his hands, Tyrant’s boots were almost completely flat on the ground before leaping towards his target. Although his actions were not impromptu, his posture seemed obstructed the moment he leapt out.

The target within the fog suddenly turned into two different people! Both of them held a ball of white flame. Tyrant could feel goosebumps on his skin as the temperature fell drastically. From within the fog, a small tornado of three yard height and a sharp hexagonal snowflake appeared.

These spells were completed almost instantaneously. In the midst of Tyrant’s frustration, the enemy had already cast six middle-level spells almost instantaneously. The interval between each spell was exactly two frames! At the same time, this King completed a mirroring spell of an unknown grade!

This was something even many sorcerers would not be able to accomplish! Tyrant had mistaken Saleen’s water puppet for a Mirroring spell, but what he did not understand was that his opponent was not a sorcerer. Even so, the mirror image that he created did not replicate the movements of the original person. He could not tell which was the real target.

The veins on Tyrant’s forehead were now visible and the windmill in his hand spun even more vigorously as it produced a sharp metallic sound. The tornado and snowflake in the fog were blown away by the windmill without causing any harm to Tyrant’s body. Tyrant bit his own finger before drawing a line with blood across his forehead. Suddenly, Tyrant’s body split into two from the center.

Tyrant could now see Saleen just as Saleen could see Tyrant. He could see that the assassin with a child’s appearance had now become two people. He was also alarmed that his snowflakes and tornado were blown away by the strange windmill without striking their targets.

Saleen instantaneously cast multiple bubbles that floated around his body. The water puppet also cast water shield and ensured that its entire body was protected. The only difference between Saleen and the water puppet was that the latter held an additional crystal ring in its hand.

As long as Saleen had yet to advance into a sorcerer, he would never dare to use Rafael’s magic ring. If he used it, he would be injured even if he did manage to kill the enemy. Saleen allowed the water puppet to use his crystal ring instead.

The two Tyrants were duplicates of each other except that one held a windmill while the other held a short dagger.

Assassins loved daggers. If a magic dagger was thrown from a short distance, the amount of damage it could inflict was at least equivalent to a spell of the same grade. If it was a godly item, it would inflict the same amount of damage as a grade-8 spell.

“Go and die!” The two Tyrants shouted at the same time and leapt towards Saleen and the water puppet. They were now within ten yards of Saleen.

A long bow suddenly appeared in Eleanor’s hands and an arrow was shot. The water puppet raised its finger and pointed at the assassin holding the windmill.