Chapter 729: Knight and Phantom Thief (1/6)
“Bang bang!!!”
Inside the pitch-black barrier, accompanied by bursts of gunfire, blue flames continuously spewed out, intertwining with the green poisonous mist to form intense heat waves. On the other side, a gigantic three-headed wolf was engaged in close combat with a smooth-faced, clean-shaven ferryman.
However, the three-headed wolf was gradually falling into a disadvantage. After all, relying solely on its physical strength to clash head-on with a mid-tier War God wasn’t enough.
“Bang!”
Holding a gun in one hand, she gently pulled the trigger. As fire spewed out, the girl’s figure was as agile as a white dove, weaving through the overlapping heat waves.
“Clang!”
“She’ll be bringing another mid-tier War God in shortly. You can’t possibly resist. Give up struggling.”
Raising her sword to deflect a bullet, sparks flew as the hunched old man was sent flying from the Ferris wheel by the immense force. His strength was no match for Weir; if they clashed head-on, he would likely be defeated in less than ten minutes.
Directly in front of her, Weir’s pair of emotionless azure eyes glanced at the ferryman. She lightly shook her slightly curly golden hair, and her cool voice suddenly rang out:
“Have you misunderstood something? If I can kill you, even if I have to fight two afterwards, I still have a chance of winning.”
Upon hearing this, the hunched old man’s eyes grew heavy, and a few drops of cold sweat slid down his wrinkled face. This was precisely his worry.
He mentally cursed Liu Qian for her slow efficiency, but verbally, he said calmly:
“It won’t be more than half a minute. She’ll be here soon. Try to break through my defenses first.”
After speaking, the ferryman took an alchemical talisman from his pocket, painstakingly injected his external Qi into it, narrowed his eyes, and casually tossed the talisman forward—
This one-time defensive talisman was a reward from the Crimson Robes, and only veteran ferrymen like him were qualified to possess it.
The moment the talisman was thrown into the air, it grew larger, then formed a blue energy shield the size of a picnic tablecloth, covering the entire space in front of him.
The fireballs that sprayed out again struck it, only causing ripples, while the light barrier remained completely unmoved. Clearly, as a top-tier alchemical item, its defense was adequate.
“This is a War God-level light barrier talisman. The Ancient God Sect truly possesses top-tier Alchemical Kings…”
Seeing that her attack was fruitless, Weir stopped firing. She merely glanced at the hunched old man, who wore a smug expression, then shrugged and shifted her gaze to the other side. A smile curved her lips as she slowly raised her gun and began to charge up…
So it’s going to be a two-on-one, then?
As if sensing Weir’s gaze, the white-faced, middle-aged ferryman on the other side suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He used his soul bell to blast the three-headed wolf away.
He abruptly looked towards Weir, his expression slightly changing as he saw the hunched old man cowering behind the talisman and the white-dressed girl pointing her gun at him. “This old fool is trying to get me killed…”
As if sensing his companion’s gaze, the hunched old man, who was hiding behind the alchemical talisman, quickly stood up, waved his hand, and shouted, “You have a defensive bloodline. Hold on for a while longer. Our reinforcements are arriving soon!”
“Dammit…”
Upon hearing this, the white-faced middle-aged man suppressed the anger on his face, then let out a long sigh. His complexion shifted, with gray fur appearing like an animal’s. He unleashed a gray mist and waved his bell, his external Qi becoming much deeper.
“Jingle…”
Clutching the bell, he shook it frantically. Looking up at the girl who was calmly firing at him, his heart sounded an alarm. He knew that this girl was no ordinary opponent if she could force his companion, the old man, into activating his defenses.
He could only defend and stall for time!
As the bell rang, a thick gray mist emerged beside the white-faced middle-aged man. The mist formed the shape of a great bell, as if a giant were lifting a bell cover in front of him to block the young girl’s attack.
“They are both stalling. I must defeat one of them before the strong individuals from the outside world arrive…”
Weir took a deep breath under their gazes. Behind her, a materialized goddess statue appeared, holding a magnified shining pistol, her expression solemn, as if she were about to break through everything.
This was her materialized domain amplification, which could increase the power of her bullets by another 50%. It was a near trump card skill, and with the augmentation of several alchemical items, its power could infinitely approach the level of a high-tier War God.
“Meteor.”
“Bang!”
Then, she gently pulled the trigger. The brilliant blue flames left a long trail in the air, pointing directly at the gray mist ahead, much like a true meteor, as its name suggested.
The white-faced middle-aged man looked nervously at the approaching “meteor.” He did not have the so-called life-saving talisman and could only rely on the mist for defense.
However, defense and force dissipation were his specialties. When the “meteor” was less than five meters away from him, the white-faced middle-aged man finally made his move. His fingers rapidly formed seals, and then the mist shield behind him expanded at the point of impact. In an instant, the two made contact.
“Dong dong dong!!!”
At the moment of contact, a loud bell chime sounded. The bullets spun, attempting to pierce the mist great bell. After about a few seconds, the great bell cracked, and the dark blue bullet, in a weakened state, struck the white-faced middle-aged man.
“Pfft!”
The latter first spat out a mouthful of black blood due to the great bell’s rupture, then saw the bullet attacking him. His expression changed slightly, and he hastily held up his bell.
“These late inheritors of ancient aristocratic families are too overpoweringly strong. No wonder even some [gods] are wary of these people.”
Then, he adopted a posture to deploy his Dharma treasure. The moment he touched the bullet, his entire body was pushed back by the impact force, and his long hair was blown straight by the shockwave.
After a few seconds, he barely managed to stabilize himself. He once again coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.
He seemed to recall the history of the Ancient God Sect. As one of the earliest forces to betray the Others, they had naturally been resisted by humans and monsters of the same era. The younger generation of that large organization had killed ordinary cultists like them as easily as slaughtering dogs.
On the other side, the hunched old man wanted to support his teammate but found himself being stared at intently by a predatory three-headed wolf.
“It looks like I’ve won.”
Weir, panting heavily, looked ahead. The materialized goddess statue behind her had dispersed. She then slowly raised her gun again, her aim fixed on the white-faced middle-aged man in front of her.
However, the muscles in her arm were trembling slightly, and a drop of sweat slid down her delicate cheek, but it was quickly evaporated by the flames.
Fighting two opponents at once had taken a significant toll on her. In fact, her energy was less than 30% remaining, but as a young lady who had received elite education since childhood, she naturally couldn’t show her timid side to her enemies.
It was like an animal exposing its belly, which would only invite death.
Looking at the pitch-black muzzle, the white-faced middle-aged man’s expression changed drastically. He quickly got up, wanting to run outside, but found himself blocked by the barrier…
He suddenly remembered—to avoid any accidents during the hunt for poachers, there was only one key.
“Old man, save me quickly!”
With this thought, he fell into despair and looked at the hunched old man being watched by the three-headed wolf, shouting.
The hunched old man raised an eyebrow but made no move. He wasn’t sure how much stamina Weir had left. If he rashly stepped out of the defensive circle, he might be the one to die…
“Click!”
Just as Weir was about to shoot and finish off the white-faced middle-aged man, the barrier suddenly opened, and a golden-haired figure appeared between them.
It was Liu Qian, the Mayor’s Daughter, who had gone to call for reinforcements. She lowered her head, her expression somewhat dazed, but she dared not make any other moves.
The two of them, seeing Miss Liu, felt her condition was not quite right. However, in the face of life-and-death crisis, they couldn’t afford to overthink. Both of their faces lit up with surprise.
The hunched old man no longer hesitated. He directly went to the side of the white-faced middle-aged man, grabbed him, and let out a sinister laugh at Weir:
“It seems you’ve lost.”
Reinforcements have arrived!
Then, as they had expected, behind the Mayor’s Daughter, a figure appeared. The figure’s face was unclear, shrouded in a black cloak. Only a long sword exuding blood qi was slightly revealed…
Weir couldn’t sense the opponent’s exact strength. Looking at the sinister long sword, her small face turned somewhat pale, and her hands, holding the gun, trembled. It seemed this time it was her…
Lost?
Even if she fired, with the old man present, she wouldn’t be able to eliminate one of them first. Could she escape?
Perhaps not.
With the appearance of this mysterious person, the expressions of both sides changed. The two ferrymen breathed a sigh of relief, their faces becoming relaxed and complacent. The hunched old man yelled at Liu Qian:
“Quickly tell your family’s guest to make a move. This poacher doesn’t have much energy left!”
They had interacted with many of the Liu family’s guest officials and found it a bit strange that the person who came this time seemed too petite?
Hearing the old man’s words, Liu Qian moved slightly, then slowly raised her head, revealing a relaxed face, pale and bloodless. She looked in the direction of the old man with a crazy expression and said in a low voice:
“It’s all over. We’re all finished.”
“What do you mean?”
Liu Qian’s voice drew the attention of all three, causing varying degrees of surprise.
At this moment, the figure wrapped in the black cloak moved, drifting towards Weir. Her speed was unhurried, as if she wasn’t worried about any accidents.
Looking at the approaching cloaked figure, Weir wanted to raise her gun, but her gaze inadvertently fell upon the slightly soft lips under the black hood and the familiar blood eyes beneath the mask. It was an eye with drifting white flowers…
Then, her pupils widened slightly, and she pursed her lips as if trying to contain her surprise, before uttering two words:
“You are…”
The Blood Clan Girl gently removed her hood, revealing her waist-length green hair. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, with a smile. Like a minstrel, she continued the previous old woman’s lines:
“Surrounded and ambushed by a witch’s helper, the Phantom Thief is in grave danger. Of course, the Knight must fulfill her vow and save her…”
