I Am Doing Daily Tasks in the Wizarding World

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lynn looked down at the magic staff, where a faint purple glow gathered at the tip.

Surprisingly, it even had an indicator effect, although it was too conspicuous for someone as upright as himself.

Lynn sighed inwardly. If he ever had the chance to make his own magic staff in the future, he would definitely create one with concealed fluctuations and light effects. Which honest wizard would go around with a glowing indicator?

Approaching the window, Lynn took two steps back, blending into the darkness.

Finding the right angle, he raised the magic staff, aiming at the individuals near the gate in the yard.

In the next moment, the magic staff in his hand activated.

Accompanied by magical energy fluctuations, a purple beam shot out from the magic staff’s tip.

A substantial number of elemental fluctuations gathered in the air, rapidly coalescing into a massive purplish-black liquid, about the size of a basketball.

Was this really just a zero-ring spell? 

Lynn was surprised. The Acid Missile turned out to be larger than he had imagined. He initially thought it would be bullet-sized, at most the size of an apple.

But to his astonishment, it was as large as a basketball, visually striking in its effect.

Aiming at the enemy, he focused his mind.

The Acid Missile shot forward, its speed comparable to an arrow released from a bow.

With the close distance, it reached the area where the members of the town’s security team were in the yard in an instant.

Unfortunately, Lynn didn’t control the distance well, and the Acid Missile missed its intended target slightly.

He had aimed for the knight, but this time it deviated a bit.

It grazed the knight’s right arm before flying past.

Matthew reacted swiftly. The intense training he had received as a knight honed his reflexes, allowing him to draw his broadsword and effortlessly swing it like swatting a piece of straw, splitting the unidentified flying object into pieces.

No matter what it was, it wouldn’t stand a chance—

The Acid Missile, resembling a water-filled balloon, was instantly slashed open.

As the sword cut through, feeling the peculiar impact from the broadsword, Matthew had an inkling that he might have made a wrong decision.

The Acid Missile burst with a loud bang.

Countless droplets of acid scattered and splashed in all directions.

Matthew closed his eyes and swiftly swung his broadsword, shielding his face.

Lynn was aware of the characteristics of the Acid Missile. When it encounters obstacles or is disrupted by external forces, it explodes, causing secondary damage.

In an instant, the people around became targets of the Acid Missile’s attack.

A significant amount of acid spread, drenching the group in a shower.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle…

The acid landed on their leather armor, emitting a sizzling sound and releasing a pungent white smoke.

Soon, the acid ate through the leather armor, leaving behind gaping holes.

The corrosive nature of the acid was incredibly potent.

Those who had the acid land on their armor were somewhat fortunate. For some, the acid splattered on their exposed skin, corroding their flesh and revealing grotesque wounds.

The pain caused them to writhe on the ground.

Unlike the previous frost magic trap, which had a bone-chilling coldness that provided some numbing effect, the corrosive pain inflicted by the acid was unbearable.

Knight Matthew witnessed with his own eyes a drop of acid, no larger than a walnut, landing onto the face of an ordinary person nearby.

In just an instant, like a drop of black ink on a blank piece of paper, the ink rapidly spread and soaked, corroding a large hole on his face. The person collapsed to the ground, convulsing, with little chance of survival. Their facial features had been completely eroded, leaving behind a pitch-black cavity. Even the bones inside had suffered considerable corrosion.

At that very moment, the front portion of the broadsword’s blade in his hand abruptly fell off with a loud thud.

The broadsword had previously blocked the acid aimed at his position, but it had been corroded by the acid, leaving behind an empty hilt with a broken blade extending less than two to three centimeters from the hilt.

Matthew’s face slightly changed.

The corrosive nature of this ghostly thing was terrifying. What the hell was it?

According to intelligence, there might be a wizard hiding here, but he had dealt with wizards before. They were just a bunch of tricksters, playing around with their petty magic. They might know a few flashy spells, but they lack real power. They were no different from those magicians who perform acrobatics in the circus.

Could it be that this wasn’t magic at all, but some new alchemical creation made by those alchemists?

Just as Matthew was astonished, suddenly his head felt heavy, as if someone had struck it hard with a hammer!

His head became hazy, filled with dizziness and confusion. The surroundings appeared blurry, as if everything was spinning. Even controlling his own body became difficult.

Not good! He was ambushed! 

Matthew didn’t even realize how he had been caught off guard.

Hidden in the darkness behind a window on the second floor, Lynn watched the stumbling knight struggling to maintain his balance.

The power of the spell was more formidable than he had imagined. Even a zero-ring spell like this possessed such tremendous power.

It seemed that he had underestimated the strength of the wizard and overestimated the knight.

Lynn raised his magic staff and aimed it at Matthew.

A cluster of Acid Missiles gradually formed.

Under the cover of night, it accurately hit the stumbling knight who had been affected by the Mental Shock.

With the experience from the first attempt, Lynn’s second shot was precise.

The acid hit Matthew’s head.

He convulsed and rolled on the ground, resembling the ordinary people who had been hit by the acid.

The only difference was that he held on a little longer.

He continued convulsing for several seconds before finally ceasing. His suit of armor, once protecting his entire body, was now corroded and pockmarked, along with the remaining flesh.

After consecutively casting three spells, Lynn felt his legs growing weak. It seemed that in the future, he needed to be cautious and not deplete his mental energy carelessly.

The remaining mental energy would be enough for one more spell.

Within a short period, casting four zero-ring spells consecutively was pretty much his current limit.

Lynn looked at the group of people lying near the entrance of the courtyard.

Not everyone had fallen— there were still four individuals standing.

Some were far enough, while others had managed to avoid direct contact with the Acid Missile, either due to the projectiles missing exposed body parts or their comrades serving as human shields, taking the hit for them.

As Matthew collapsed, the remaining individuals exchanged bewildered glances.

The four who were still standing immediately dispersed and fled downhill.

At most, only one person could be left behind, unless someone was willing to destroy the Acid Missile, just like the knight had kindly done moments ago.

While Lynn contemplated, the four individuals had already covered a considerable distance.

Even if the Acid Missile were to explode, their range might not be enough to catch all four of them.

Lynn cleared his mind.

The hunter, seeing that everyone behind him had been killed, turned around and started to retreat.

Witnessing this scene, the hunter dared not continue entering the ominous-looking house before him.

To him, this wooden house was nothing short of a terrifying devil’s lair.

The hunter slowly backed away.

Lynn’s eyes gleamed, knowing he had one last opportunity to cast a spell. He had heard the hunter’s voice guiding them from a distance earlier.

“Acid Missile.”

He raised his magic staff for the final time.

The hunter attempted to dodge, but the proximity was too close, and he was struck directly by the Acid Missile.

A living person, right in front of Lynn, was corroded completely, not even a trace of bone remaining.

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