Chapter 595 Mag Alex’s Forte…
Narson saw many things. He experienced a vision that took him back to when he was 18 years old, when he had received his military uniform from his father and become an honorable knight. Not long after that, his father was killed while standing up for some people who were being hara.s.sed by a n.o.ble. However, those n.o.bles were beyond reproach, and he couldn’t do anything even as a knight. The hierarchical disparity plunged him into crus.h.i.+ng despair, and he had even considered launching a suicide attack against them.
However, another n.o.bleman helped him throw those n.o.bles into prison, and the one who had killed his father even died in his jail cell while serving his sentence.
After that, Narson became a Black Falcon.
There were many other people just like him among the Black Falcons. They weren’t pursuing riches or power, but they harbored absolute loyalty to the second prince, and would lay down their lives for him without batting their eyelids. The second prince had bestowed upon them their second lives, so they were eternally indebted to him.
For their second prince, they were even willing to set aside their fears to pursue the all-powerful Alex and attempt to kill him should they encounter him.
Alex had once been the brightest star in the royal army. His scintillating light illuminated the entire Roth Empire, and he was vastly renowned even in the scope of the entire Norland Continent.
He was a 10th-tier knight, a dragonslayer, the youngest general in the empire’s history… He possessed countless glorious t.i.tles, and was regarded as the only man to have reached the peak of human performance.
Even after Alex had been completely disabled following an elaborate a.s.sa.s.sination attempt, Narson discovered that he was still no match for this legendary man.
He could sense that his opponent only possessed a 3rd-tier power level, but he was simply unable to defend himself from his attack.
Narson’s eyes widened as he looked at his own longsword being severed by his opponent’s.
A cold sensation glanced past his neck, and all feeling left his body. Blood gushed from his neck, and as his head fell to the ground, he saw his headless corpse also collapsing in the rain.
So he really is Mag Alex… One final thought flashed through Narson’s mind before his consciousness was completely snuffed out.
After decapitating Narson, Mag didn’t even take a single glance back at him before charging toward the next black-robed figure.
A pillar of blood erupted into the air as Narson’s head thumped to the ground. He seemed to have been slain in the blink of an
eye.
All of the Black Falcons’ eyes widened in shock and horror upon seeing that, but none of them retreated or uttered a single sound. Instead, they tightened their grip on their weapons and continued to charge toward Mag.
They had to complete this mission even if they were to die. Otherwise, they would suffer a fate worse than death if they were to flee.
Even though Narson had just been insta-killed, they could tell from Mag’s attack that he hadn’t yet recovered the power of the 4th-tier yet. He was only able to draw Narson into a false sense of complacency by hiding his true power before quickly accelerating to put an abrupt end to their battle.
They still had seven people left; there was no reason for them to panic.
Furthermore, if they were able to succeed in killing Alex, they would be rewarded with unimaginable riches and power. That was undoubtedly a very tempting prospect for them.
“Violent Wind Blades!”
One of the magic casters aimed his wand toward Mag, and a violent tornado swept through the air. Greenish-yellow blades of wind performed a lethal dance, sweeping up soil, leaves, and stones as they hurtled toward
Mag.
“Scorching Flame Slas.h.!.+”
The other magic caster also unleashed his spell at almost the exact same time. A crescent-shaped blade of fire roughly three to four meters in length whistled through the air toward Mag at an even faster speed than the tornado.
The other black-robed figures were still converging toward Mag, creating an inescapable pocket that cut off all avenues of retreat.
Many trees were uprooted by the violent winds, while leaves that were drenched by rainwater a moment ago were scorched black by the blade of fire. A scorching heatwave hurtled forth while the black-robed figures closed in on their prey.
Mag’s expression remained calm as he a.s.sessed his current situation. All of a sudden, he stomped with his foot into a nearby tree, thereby allowing himself to instantly change directions. He then used two more trees as his launching pads in quick succession before las.h.i.+ng out with his sword toward one of the black-robed figures.
A dagger sliced open Mag’s sleeve and its poisoned edge glanced past, mere millimeters from slicing open the skin on his arm.
The Scorching Flame Slash and Violent Wind Blades clashed behind Mag with a dull thump as the flames were torn apart, but the tornado was also slashed in half.
Mag twisted his wrist, using his sword to shred the heart of the black-robed a.s.sailant in front of him before rus.h.i.+ng toward the two magic casters nearby.
“Stop him!” The remaining 4th-tier deputy team leader could see what Mag was trying to do, and he immediately tried to rally his troops.
Having seen two of their comrades die in quick succession, the Black Falcons were under immense pressure. Furthermore, Mag had killed Narson, who was the most powerful among them, before killing the weakest member of their team. There was no rhyme or reason to his choice of victims, and no one knew who was going to be targeted next.
Mag’s intention was very clear. He wanted to take out the two magic casters. The two long-range magic casters were absolutely useless in a melee, and relied solely on the protection of their comrades. However, these two were imperative to the function of their team, so they absolutely could not be allowed to die yet.
The two magic casters had also discovered Mag’s intention, and despite their panic, they still had the presence of mind to unleash their disposable magic s.h.i.+elds. At the same time, the tips of their wands lit up as they began to acc.u.mulate power for an even more powerful
spell.
The fact that Mag was targeting them presented both an intense crisis as well as a fantastic opportunity. If they could hold on and tie Mag down for a while, their teammates would be able to tear him to shreds. The magic s.h.i.+elds they had were designed for them by magic casters of the Magus Tower, and could withstand 5th-tier attacks. As such, they were confident that they would be able to defend themselves against Mag.
The other Black Falcons were also aware of this, and they all circulated their soul power to the maximal extent, awaiting the perfect opportunity to strike.
Mag looked at the golden magic s.h.i.+elds encapsulating the two magic casters, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his face. It seemed that the people of this world had already forgotten that dragon-slaying was not actually Alex’s main forte. Instead, it was…