Warlock of War: My Ares System

Chapter 154 Battle Of The Tormented (5)

"I'm feeling a bit peckish as well,"

"The hell are you muttering about over there," The man who I assumed to be from the Boisgeze family said before conjuring two disks of swirling blue magic.

Basic magic that doesn't have elemental reflections will take this normal magical shade and shape as this is pure mana unaffected by any outside element… and it is very dangerous.

Quickly, we both dodged the two flying disks that threatened to cut off our heads and then pulled out our emergency daggers sitting right on our utility belt.

SHING

We both went in for a first cut and just barely missed his throat as his guard was let down and didn't expect us to actually be able to fight physically.

[Empower] [Tangible Bloodlust]

An eerie red aura spread from both of my daggers, not only coating themselves but also my hands and forearms.

Suddenly, the man conjured yet another few disks of powerful, pure-blue magic that we just barely dodged yet again.

These flying saucers weren't kidding around.

Once again, we closed the distance between each other and synchronized our attacks so that at least one of us would chop off his head… but he wasn't a powerful mage for nothing.

He also had the battle IQ to know what was about to happen and stomped down his foot, erupting blue lights from the ground beneath us.

These blue lights burned our skin and singed our clothes, forcing us to retreat back.

"Not gonna pull out your spear?" Aisa smirked before wiping a drop of sweat from her chin.

"Were you lying about your trench foot?" I smirked back.

"It's the adrenaline… don't worry, you'll still hear me complaining once we slit this guy's throat,"

We both smiled at each other before taking in a deep breath that was moistened by our saliva and molded by our tongue.

The world around us slowed down, and I felt my chest tense up, signaling the beginning of the countdown until we were to get fucked by the repercussions.

FWOOSH FWOOSH SWOOSH

A few more saucers were flown at us, but this time, a few balls of magical blue light were thrown in the mix… though it didn't really matter now.

We easily dodged all of them, and the only time we needed to cut one of the magical attacks in half was when the cluster of magic attacks was too tight to slip through.

"How lewd," The man said as he saw us quickly aim for his neck with so much bloodlust that his knees wobbled with fear.

Suddenly, a blast of killing intent came from the man, but nothing was to be seen, so my instinctive reaction was to grab Aisa's collar and drag her back with me.

VWOOOM VWOOOM VWOOM VWOOM VWOOM VWOOM VWOOM VWOOM VWOOM VWOOM VWOOM

"Huff… Huff… Huff…"

We both wiped away the tiny drops of blood that trickled down our faces as a few of the magical attacks had scraped our scalp.

He had set up a trap with blue magic weapons that were so sharp that they would've easily sliced through bone as if it was butter.

"I see… Do you want to take this to the battlefield?" I asked the man, who looked a bit surprised by my suggestion.

"Nope… I know who you are, Joker," He smirked, and a chill was sent down my spine.

Thankfully, Aisa was competent enough to sense the same thing I felt, and we both ducked down, dodging the magical blue spears that came rushing from behind us.

As we both breathed heavy and dry breaths from our mouths, we lost our concentration, and the world around us quickly returned to normal speed.

"Oh man, that's bad…." He muttered with a slightly complexed expression.

We both charged back in, gripping our daggers with such force that you could hear the leather grip begging to breathe.

Our bloodlust exploded out of us once again, and the man tried to pull the same attack, but with a few acrobatic moves, we dodged all of the spears raining down on us while quickly approaching the man with white hair.

He immediately sensed the danger and tried to take the fight onto the battlefield cause at least then he could shower us with thousands of magical attacks… or so I thought.

SHING

We both cut off his head at the same time, our daggers scraping against each other as we flew past each other.

"HUFF… HUFF… HUFF… Why didn't he use any AOE attacks to break down the trench? He would've not only injured us but killed hundreds of our allies,"

"I assume he didn't want to draw the attention of our mage platoon, which is pretty far away. He was using the pretty large depth of this trench to his advantage,"

"Oh, so then our mage platoon couldn't sense his magical attacks either… Interesting," Aisa muttered, and I smiled at her intellectual progress.

It wasn't just Findir, Cy, and Bella who were becoming smarter and more understanding, but also Aisa, who I thought would try to commit to a piece of complete knowledge of the way of the sniper rather than anything else.

"Ha-ha-ha! I shall teach you the way of the books when we get back!" I shouted as we kicked the man's corpse but kept his head in order to identify him.

"Oomf… Please don't pick up his head like that… Also, my feet hurt,"

I deadpanned at her brazen complaints.

"We're on a battlefield…."

"So?"

I sighed deeply before pulling out an emergency puke bag and covering the man's head with the bag before shoving it under my arm.

"You're pretty good with daggers, I must say. Obviously not as good as me, but you were passable," She smirked.

"I just picked up a few things from watching you,"

"Don't kid around with me. You've obviously been practicing in secret. Your movements were like a real assassin,"

"Uh-huh… real assassin,"

Later that day, when we had a chance to rest, I took a one-hour nap… and had a dream of something I'd rather not remember.