novelkee Chapter 362: A Level 37 Illusionist
Chapter 362: A Level 37 Illusionist
Behind her, her two trusted aides were confused when they saw her changing direction. But immediately, they understood her plan.
They increased their speed, hoping to close the distance between them.
They passed through a narrow alley, a shortcut to reach their hideout as soon as possible. The alley was quiet, with tall mud walls pressing on both sides.
Old beast bones were stacked near the corners.
A few closed doors trembled faintly as the people inside heard their hurried footsteps and dared not look out.
A few minutes later, the Slave Trade Guild Captain arrived near their guild hideout. Her speed had slowed down, and her expression was unsightly.
Thump! Thump!
Her heart pounded heavily against her chest, and all the hair on her body stood on end.
Her instinct screamed that something was not right.
’Do not tell me the hideout has been attacked also.’ She found it hard to believe.
Who would be strong enough to attack their hideout?
’This cannot be the work of a single awakener. They must have come in a group.’ Her thoughts raced, but her steps did not move.
The hideout was less than ten meters from her position, yet she dared not move an inch forward.
The street ahead looked too silent.
Too empty.
Usually, even if outsiders did not know the hideout existed, there would still be subtle movements around the area.
A guard pretending to be a beggar.
A signal mark near the broken wall.
But now, she saw none of those things.
Behind her, her two trusted aides had caught up to her.
"Guild Captain, what is going on?" one of them asked in puzzlement.
Beside him, the other aide also nodded and looked at her. They were confused. Since they intended to return to the hideout, why were they stopping a few meters from it?
Just as the Guild Captain prepared to speak, her expression turned solemn, and she turned her head. Behold, standing at the end of the street were four cloaked figures.
Their massive weapons glistened under the moonlight.
Gulp!
The two aides could not help but forcefully swallow the lumps in their throats. They took a step back and unsheathed their weapons. One was a Level 34 Warrior, while the second was a Level 35 Knight.
As for the Guild Captain, the usual smile on her face had long vanished.
A long, dark, bony staff appeared in her hand. The aura around her changed, and the intimidating pressure of a Level 37 Illusionist spread everywhere.
She might not be a frontline fighter like her two trusted aides, but that did not mean she was less terrifying. It was the opposite case. She was more terrifying than both of them combined.
Her strength had never been in raw physical confrontation.
Her strength was fear.
Her strength was confusion.
Her strength was forcing enemies to fight what they could not fully understand.
Without waiting for the four cloaked figures to approach them, she began to cast her spell immediately.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A strong wind erupted on the street, and the figures of the Guild Captain and her two trusted aides vanished. It was as if they had never existed in the first place. Then, dozens of Bone Crushing Wyrms and Greater Dune Scorpions appeared.
Apart from that, there were human awakeners with various weapons rushing toward them.
Against such a scene, many would have been terrified and scared silly, retreating before the battle.
This was a high level illusion that bordered reality and illusion.
And this was why everyone feared her.
As long as she was not killed instantly, she could continue to cast more illusory beasts to attack her enemy. As for ignoring the beasts and treating them as nothing, that would be a fatal mistake.
The illusion was not entirely false.
These beasts could tear through enemies with ease. Apart from the beast strength, they served a much deeper purpose.
Confusion.
As long as they confused the enemy, their mission was completed. The enemy would not be able to think straight under the dreadful atmosphere.
And the moment fear entered the enemy’s heart, her true killing move would arrive from a blind spot.
Thud! Thud!
Instead of getting intimidated, the four cloaked figures walked forward. At first, their steps were slow, but with each passing second, their pace increased, and then it turned into a sprint.
The aura around them exploded.
Deep footprints appeared as the four leaped into the air, raising their weapons.
The Guild Captain’s pupils constricted slightly.
’They are not affected?’
The thought had barely flashed through her mind when the undead Storm Tyrant descended first.
Its massive hammer came down toward a Bone Crushing Wyrm illusion with terrifying force.
Boom!
The street trembled violently.
The Bone Crushing Wyrm was smashed apart, but instead of fading like ordinary illusions, it shattered into bloody fragments of light and flesh.
The impact sent dust and stone fragments flying in every direction. The Guild Captain’s expression darkened.
They were destroying the illusions as if they were nothing. The mental manipulation had failed.
On the other side, the undead Royalty Stonewall’s blade flashed.
Whoosh!
Three human awakener illusions were cut in half, their bodies collapsing into twisted smoke before reforming again behind it.
But before they could fully appear, the undead Elite Jackal Beastman rushed past like a savage shadow.
Bang!
Its spiked club smashed into the newly forming illusions, tearing them apart before they could stabilize.
The undead Guild Captain moved differently from the others.
It did not attack wildly.
It held its position and watched the shifting battlefield, its hollow eyes scanning the distorted space. Its massive heavy broadsword was ready to hack anything in its path into pieces.
These four cloaked figures were too coordinated. They fought with discipline and abandonment.
The Level 34 Warrior beside her clenched his weapon tightly.
"Captain, what are these things?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Do not panic," she said coldly. "No matter what they are, they can still be killed."
Even as she said that, her heart sank deeper.
She had already guessed the truth.
Undead.
Only undead would move with such fearless calmness. Only the undead would march into an illusion battlefield without hesitation.
Only undead would ignore intimidation, pain, and death. Suddenly, a name surfaced in her mind.
The Grim Reaper.