Chapter 149 Scorching
Victoria watched the scorching battle, and only after Marymana was at a clear disadvantage in her duel with Bati did she softly say, “Director Jeffrey, do you plan to just watch like this?”
“Haha…” A voice of slight embarrassment came from the rain and fog, accompanied by the sound of boots treading on mud, and a middle-aged man in black walked to Victoria’s side. “I have just arrived.”
Jeffrey explained.
“After seeing that terrifying explosion, I hurried here. As you know, Black Raven Port caught fire, and those foolish beasts from the Wolf Pack Club are taking advantage of the chaos. Moreover, a Transcendent summoned a group of Void Creatures… I’ve been busy dealing with these matters.”
Hearing this, Victoria nodded slightly. She didn’t ask why these matters could have been handled by the ordinary investigators of the Disciplinary Bureau, and there was no need for the head of the branch to take action.
“Mr. Jeffrey,” the princess changed her address, “The Disciplinary Bureau is always loyal to the Kingdom, isn’t it?”
“Of course,” Jeffrey’s expression was serious and resolute. “The Disciplinary Bureau is always loyal to the Kingdom, loyal to Her Majesty the Queen!”
Loyal to the Queen, not the royal family?
Victoria smiled faintly. “Then I’ll trouble Mr. Jeffrey to fulfill his duties as head of the Disciplinary Bureau, to apprehend the illegal Transcendent and punish them severely.”
Since she had already said this much, the head of the branch should have nothing more to say.
“I will not fail my mission.”
With that, Jeffrey took a step forward, white flames swirling around him, brilliant and clear.
“Bati Haruntin!” he roared, reaching into the flames and drawing a greatsword made of light. “How can the Disciplinary Bureau allow you to wreak havoc in Leicester!”
The next moment, Jeffrey charged towards the Mage with the greatsword. He was engulfed in flames, like a patrolling sun in the dark night.
Bati’s expression remained unchanged. What if there was one more Jeffrey? With his strength, in all of Leicester City, unless the founder of Sorcery Anomalies Hand, Echeborn Bellfield, personally appeared, even Alfred would not be his opponent.
He took a magical item from his pocket, a dice the size of a fist with eight hollowed-out sides. Each side of the dice was not a number, but an exquisite relief carving.
Before Jeffrey’s greatsword could reach him, Bati threw the dice first.
The dice flew high into the air but did not fall. Instead, it emitted a strange glow. Beneath the glow, a complex and eerie seven-pointed star-shaped magic circle unfolded. At its center was a pattern, exactly the relief on one of the dice’s faces.
It was a majestic and proud griffin, its eagle head held high, its gaze fierce and sharp.
Thus, a powerful legendary creature emerged from the magic circle. Its wingspan exceeded ten meters, and its body was as large as a carriage.
As soon as it appeared, it spewed fire and venom, and simultaneously raised its lion claws, attacking Jeffrey.
One man and one beast fought, making it difficult to separate them.
Looking back at Li Wen’s side, she kicked the black stone egg towards the crowd. Nimble agents, braving the attacks from White Star Studio, snatched it first.
As he was about to escape, his attention was caught by Jeffrey’s dazzling appearance. The agent trembled, a kind of fanatical, twisted emotion seeming to break free, but it was immediately suppressed by another urge—he needed to take the Sage Ovum Sheath away quickly, preferably hiding in a damp, secret corner where no one could find him.
However, his moment of hesitation had cost him the best chance to escape. Bai Xingyishi rushed forward with a weapon. The greatsword in his hand swung out swiftly. Under Bati’s control, this sword precisely cut into the gap of the agent’s leg muscles.
Although the agent’s sturdy femur blocked further attacks, this level of damage still hindered the agent’s movement.
The other members of White Star Studio swarmed forward, unleashing all sorts of attacks and spells on the agent without restraint. Even though he tried his best to dodge, due to the injury in his leg, he was inevitably hit.
The Leader of the Wolf Pack was not having an easy time either. At first, Moria was merely holding him off, but after a few rounds, their fight became evenly matched, and now, the Wolf Leader was beginning to feel the strain.
What kind of spell is this?
The Wolf Leader did not attribute this to his opponent rapidly growing stronger in their fight. Even Transcendent beings who excelled in the arts of war, conquest, and slaughter would not have such absurd potential. This was likely some kind of spell or trait that temporarily enhanced combat power.
His guess was correct. Moria could fight the Wolf Leader to a standstill without using any divine abilities, relying on an extraordinary trait called “Bathed in Glory.”
With this trait, as long as Moria was fighting an enemy alone and did not use any mana-consuming spells, techniques, or abilities, his strength would be enhanced in stages.
With this trait, Moria had never lost even when fighting the Holy See’s instructors in pure martial arts. Now, facing a weakened Wolf Leader, it was naturally not a problem.
The Leader of the Wolf Pack had no intention of lingering with Moria, as his goal was never here. Therefore, realizing that he could not easily achieve victory, he began to think about how to get away from Moria.
Until Jeffrey joined the battle, giving him an opportunity. The Wolf Leader seized the moment, took a blow from Moria, and used the recoil force to transform into a large rat and fly backward, targeting Jeffrey, who was locked in combat with the griffin.
Moria did not suspect anything and pursued with his sword, only to see the Wolf Leader, now a rat, leap a few times and slip into the gap between Jeffrey’s fight with the griffin, then turn back to look at Moria.
A nameless expression flickered in his bean-sized, greenish-blue pupils. Moria immediately sensed something was wrong, but it was too late. His vision blurred, and when he regained his senses, he had swapped positions with the Wolf Leader. Jeffrey, holding the greatsword of light, could not stop his attack, and the griffin’s fire and venom were already within striking distance.
The Leader of the Wolf Pack did not bother to watch Moria’s fate. Trapped in the center of the impact between one man and one beast, even if he didn’t die, he wouldn’t escape unscathed. His rat form leaped continuously on the ground, moving as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he approached the agent surrounded by players.
This damned idiot couldn’t even do this properly, and he had to do it himself.
The Wolf Leader was furious, showing no pity for his former subordinate. He opened his mouth and bit off the agent’s arm holding the black stone egg, then, with the arm in his mouth, he broke through the crowd amidst the agent’s screams.
