Netheril’s Glory

Chapter 33: A lover's revenge.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Just when Punk was pleased with his masterpiece, a hoarse, angry growl exploded next to him, a growl full of resentment and hatred that seemed to had come from the depth of hell.

When Punk turned around, He saw that a young warrior in light armor, who had just pulled out her sword from the chest of a Konola city guard, was staring at him, with tears in her eyes and endless resentment in her heart. And it looked as if this beautiful, Fair Maiden on Earth had just run up the wall in a fit of rage. She was clasping the hilt of her sword so hard that it started to creak. And as a result of her sadness and intense anger, the wildly surging battle qi on her body lifted her skirt a little bit, exposing her blood-stained but beautiful jade legs.

"It seems your friend has, unfortunately, became... well... A soldier who died with honor," said Punk as he gently pointed at a piece of scorched charcoal beneath the city wall.

"You bastard, you scoundrel, you killed Ckal. Despicable! I will, never, never..."

Before the young maiden warrior's words were finished, Punk directly activated the Fireball spell stored in his staff. And the terrifyingly hot flames shot toward the young girl's head, then a tornado of searing fire engulfed her and the surrounding soldiers. All of whom, whether friendly or enemy, were all turned into ash in just one moment.

For Punk, as a mage, it was necessary to stay away from melee warriors, so taking advantage of the chance when the fireball blocked the young girl's sight, he retreated.

Only after a few moments, the young girl rushed out from the smoke of the blazing fire. Although she resisted Punk's attack, she had to expend a lot of her battle qi in the process, and now she was breathing heavily as her ample breasts rose and fall. And with tattered body armor, she had a different kind of beauty, such as a flower on a battlefield.

But Punk was never soft just because of beauty. So let alone one flower, even if there were a bunch of flowers, he would not hesitate to hit them with a spell if they obstructed his road.

Seeing the other side bursting out from the flames, Punk hit her again with the spell "catapult" before the young girl could recover from her shock. This catapult spell was several times stronger than the apprentice-level "secondary slingshot", and had a terrifying speed, which was five or six times the speed of sound. With a blinding flash, a bunch of gold coins (Note: Punk was using gold coins as bullets) shot off toward the maiden warrior's fierce eyes.

"Dang! Dang! Dang !"

At the critical moment, the maiden warrior swang her sword with thunderous speed and blew away all the gold coins Punk shot at her. The gold coins still left deep holes in the city wall after being deflected.

"Wow, you are good!"

Punks continued to use low-cost spells to attack the lady warrior while using swift spells to retreat. In this process, he deliberately chose a path where many ordinary enemy soldiers were present. And due to the excessive qi consumption at the very beginning, the lady warrior could not use any battle skills to close the distance with Punk, so she could only passively defend against Punk's spells.

"Despicable bastard, don't you feel ashamed, your cruel ways not only insulting to the memory of our brave soldiers like Ckal...but, even your own comrades are dying in your attack?"

The young Maiden's tears ran down her smooth cheeks, and she yelled in a hoarse growl.

"Unfortunately, although I know it is very cruel..." Punk looked at the angry lady warrior indifferently, "..." but I feel nothing"!

Punk whispered out, which was his sincere words from the deepest part of his heart.

The maiden warrior seemed stunned after hearing Punk's word. And she stared at him in disbelief, as if she were looking at some nameless, incomprehensible monster.

"Why you care so much about that waste Ckal, is he your lover or something? Ops, now that's regrettable, isn't it?..."

Punk made a gesture of looking at the charred bodies scattered below the city walls,

"... Still, if you hurry, you might be able to pick up some of his ashes. But of course, your lover didn't have any distinguishing features... it's going to be hard to find him from all those wastes."

In a stoic and playful tone, Punk mercilessly ripped open the wounds of a teenager's grief-stricken heart. Hearing Punk's cruel taunts, the maiden warrior clenched her white teeth so hard that blood trickled down from the corners of her mouth.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Like a widowed beast crying out in despair, the young girl growled angry words and raised her long, gleaming sword filled with raging battle qi. She squeezed every last ounce of battle qi out of her tiny body and charged toward Punk, while completely giving up on her defense.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

After a roar filled with madness and sorrow, and with only revenge in her mind, the maiden warrior slashed her sword at Punk fiercely... But the feeling of her sword cutting flesh as she imagined did not appear!

"Punk," cut in two half by her all-out fighting skills, slowly turns into an illusion and dissipated in the air without a trace.

"Goodbye, Unknown warrior!"

When the young lady came to her senses, the real Punk was at least five meters away from the cut phantom, and now staring at the exhausted eyes of the pale young maiden.

In fact, at the moment when Punk stopped retreating, he had already unleashed a trainee level spell, "shadow-light illusion." It was a relatively simple spell, and although it was easy to learn, it was hard to master. With this spell, someone could twist the light to create an illusion, but it was difficult to use because, of course, no one would think it's real if it suddenly appeared in front of them. So the caster had to block the enemy's vision to use it, and even after that, there was a chance that a calm and rational opponent might not be fooled. But the young warrior in front of Punk, who was completely consumed with rage, obviously was not rational at all, So along with the system's precise calculation, Punk's illusion was almost perfect in her eyes, and this finally caused her last desperate attack to fail.

"Damn it, How could i... fall… In such a place..., and I still haven't avenged Ckal."

With tears streaming down her face, the lady warrior tremblingly tried to get up again with all her strength while leaning on her sword.

But Punk was not in the mood to let her explore her "hidden potential," She also did not have any hidden potential. This was a cruel and genuine world, and something like that didn't exist!

The dazzling brilliance of a gold coin briefly flashed at Punk's fingertip, and a gold coin fiercely pierced through the young girl's head, which was now without battle qi's protection.

In front of Punk's indifferent gaze blood splashed like a bright red flower on the city wall, while the gold coin scattered countless rock fragments everywhere.