Stepping on the demon door, the witch becomes the strongest.

Chapter 658: Critical Attack on the Golden Retriever

Unlike the three East Asian countries that officially controlled supernatural forces, the British government itself did not implement a native place registration system for wizards. Only the Queen, on a whim, set up a "Royal Wizard Association" and recruited a dozen relatively powerful folk wizards and appointed them as "court wizards" as a facade.

Of the many wizards, the most senior was naturally Roger the Thorn Birds, one of the Three Birds. He had recently announced his termination of his contract with the Mitch Superhero Alliance and had returned to his home country to swear allegiance under the Queen's banner. Born into a wealthy family, he worked as a trader at the securities firm "One Square Mile," and his lifestyle was therefore quite refined and sophisticated, much like that of an upper-class individual.

On the contrary, since the qualifications for cultivation are purely random, and the majority of the population in countries around the world is poor, most of the court wizards are from the lower classes of society. They are very dissatisfied with Roger's petty-bourgeois behavior, and his reserved and elegant London accent always sounds like contempt and ridicule to everyone's ears.

The wizard most hostile to Roger was named Brad. He was a homeless man, in other words, a neighborhood thug. He had recruited several wizards with gang backgrounds to form a group to challenge Roger's leadership position within the association.

After the news of the discovery of alien supernatural beings in the North Sea was sent to the Royal Wizarding Association via a text message asking for help, Brad and Roger immediately started their usual quarrel.

Roger himself didn't want to go. He wanted fame and fortune, and wasn't interested in killing people and stealing treasures anymore. Besides, the spiritual energy concentration limit had just been raised, so he had to upgrade as quickly as possible to maximize his profits. So, he lazily said,

"Maybe they are just passing by. Judging from the direction they are heading, they should be heading to Europe. They have nothing to do with us British wizards."

"The North Sea has always been our wizard's territory," Brad shouted. "If we let the monks from Lu and the Rakshasa witches come and go as they please today, they will land on the British mainland tomorrow!"

The other wizards also started to make a fuss and began to laugh at Roger for being so timid.

Of course, Roger would not fall for such a clumsy provocation, so he simply kept silent and didn't bother to answer. Whoever wanted to go could go.

Right here, the Queen's extraordinary advisor, Minister Padraic, hurried over and told the wizards:

"Your Majesty has learned that foreign transcendents have entered the North Sea and killed many British wizards. The Ministry of National Defense is deeply concerned about this. I hope you can confirm their intentions. If they are truly targeting our country, we need to formulate a targeted strategy as soon as possible."

Roger frowned slightly, suddenly realizing that the seriousness of the matter was beginning to rise.

Judging from their movement, they were clearly heading towards Europe and posed no threat to the British mainland. Therefore, this incident was likely caused by the massacre of many British wizards, causing the nobles to feel embarrassed in front of the European bureaucrats in Brussels, which could easily lead people to misjudge and underestimate the extraordinary strength of the British mainland.

The battle took place in the North Sea, a region currently controlled by British wizards and a core component of the nation's maritime hegemony strategy. Maintaining this maritime hegemony hinged on the ability of local supernatural forces to pose a sufficiently formidable threat to Europe. Therefore, even the slightest challenge must be met with a fierce response, demonstrating the nation's unwavering resolve to never back down... At this point, the situation became unbearable.

Roger, who originally wanted to stay out of the matter, had no choice but to silently accept the task assigned by the Extraordinary Advisor Minister, and together with Brad and several other wizards, began to fly towards the North Sea.

When everyone arrived at the sea area where the incident occurred, they were immediately warmly welcomed by the nearby wizards.

Everyone originally just wanted to call for help to see if they could do him a favor, but they didn't expect that they would actually invite a transcendent person of the level of the court wizard. They hurriedly and attentively led them, complimented them, praised them, and flattered them. The atmosphere was extremely lively, with a domineering momentum of "once the heavenly soldiers and generals arrive, the enemies will immediately surrender."

Roger behaved very reservedly and ignored the flattery of these low-level wizards, or rather, he was too lazy to talk to those who he considered inferior.

Brad was very proud and started teaching everyone:

"Powerful Rakshasa witches are mostly concentrated in the Amur region of the Far East. Rakshasa's own strength has been forced to retreat east of the Ural Mountains. Their overall extraordinary strength is now inferior to even that of small Eastern European countries. Among their psychics, the most powerful are vampires and werewolves. The witches who remain in their country are practically useless."

"There's even less need to worry about the Lu cultivators. Most of them excel at teamwork and prefer tactical coordination between different professions. Once they fight alone, they'll be immediately crushed... Oh, sorry, I forgot someone lost to a Lu cultivator in a one-on-one fight. I'm being too offensive."

Some wizards around who didn't know the truth subconsciously laughed in cooperation, but the laughter soon stopped because Roger had already glanced over with empty eyes and said indifferently:
"If you were facing Lu Guoyanyu at that time, you wouldn't have survived more than three seconds in front of him."

"Really?" Brad shrugged nonchalantly. "At least I wouldn't lay a dozen magic traps and still miss. He danced an elegant little tango through your minefield and even knocked out your magic double. I heard you spent a long time recuperating in Scotland? I think Lu Guoyan has become a nightmare deep in your soul. You should deal with that Rakshasa witch later. I'm afraid that after all these years, seeing the sword flash of Lu Guoyan again will frighten you and cause you to have a heart attack and drown in the sea. Then we can only put your ashes in a matchbox and send it back to Her Majesty the Queen for a state funeral."

There was another round of malicious ridicule and mockery, this time it was the court wizards from Brad's faction who were mocking him.

Roger felt a little embarrassed, so he threatened coldly:
"Brad, if you only rely on belittling your colleagues to gain status, then you completely fit my stereotype of a low-level thug. If you have even the slightest sense of honor, why don't you make a bet with me? There are three targets on the other side. Whoever kills two first wins the fight. The loser will then strip naked and run around Westminster Abbey."

"It's a bet!" Brad laughed heartily and turned to his men, saying, "Remind me to buy a dozen cameras and set them up in advance after we return. Once Sir Roger finishes his run, we'll send the video files to the BBC. They'll surely appreciate Sir Roger's humorous spirit in entertaining the public."

Amidst laughter, everyone finally caught up with Yan Yu and the others.

Mei Yingxue's sword flying speed was actually not slow, but Anna's broom was carrying the weight of two people at the same time, so naturally it could not reach the fastest speed.

Seeing the pursuers approaching again, Mei Yingxue said:
"I'll handle it this time."

"I'll go," Yan Yu said. "There are so many people on the other side, it's not suitable for the Sword Immortal to fight alone. You two just keep going."

He jumped up from Anna's broom, merged with the Huangting sword light in the air, flew into the air on the sword, and summoned the puppet Ah Zhen, ready to take the initiative to use the Red Feather Nine Phoenix Fire to show the wizards the wonderful magic of the East.

When the wizards approached within 600 meters, most of them began to slow down and keep a safer distance.

The court wizards continued to advance, letting Brad and Roger rush to the front, ready to launch an attack on the three people in front at any time.

Roger already had several spells prepared in his hands and secretly began to choose the target to attack first.

He agreed with the first half of Brad's assessment: there were few powerful witches left in Rakshasa. Those who could have left had already defected to Asia. After all, their name was the "Amur Witch Coven," and witches were considered powerful there. Why would they stay in Rakshasa and be slaves to the bureaucracy?
Therefore, the Rakshasa witches active in Europe are generally not very powerful. As for the male transcendent sitting on the back of the witch's broom, it is currently unclear what profession he belongs to, so it is difficult to judge his strength...

As my thoughts were turning, I saw the man on the broom leap up, step on the sword light, and fly backwards.

Lu Guo's Sword Immortal? Roger's heart suddenly skipped a beat. No, the color of that sword light...

Holy shit! Fuck!
He subconsciously wanted to turn around and run, alarm bells blaring in his mind and his adrenaline soared instantly.

Run first? No way! This man is now the Sword Master of Lu State. He even beat Tianzhu to a pulp some time ago. His terrifying strength is self-evident. While the wizard's flying spell is flexible enough, it can't compare to flying a sword in terms of absolute speed! If he turns around and runs, he will definitely be caught!
With this thought in mind, Roger had already made up his mind and shouted:
"Leave the men to you, I'll deal with the women!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his flight altitude and dived towards the sea, avoiding Yan Yu who was flying into the air with a sword, and flew towards Mei Yingxue and Anna at the fastest speed.

Seeing Roger approaching, Mei Yingxue also turned her sword and used Cangsong Welcoming to intercept him. However, Roger didn't dodge at all, allowing the sword light to pass through his body, and the arcane light of his magic substitute exploded.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique? No, it's more like some strange escape technique...

Mei Yingxue pondered for a moment and looked up at the sky again.

The puppet Ah Zhen spit out the Red Feather Nine Phoenix Fire and swept it towards the group of wizards in front.

The golden thread composed of Fire Essence was incredibly thin and long, instantly forming a fan-shaped cross-section with a radius of seven to eight hundred meters. The wizards in the distance had no idea they would be attacked at this distance, and they had no time to react or dodge. They were instantly cut to pieces—some had their bodies shattered, while others, without caring about their friends and family, fled in all directions, their formation becoming fragmented.

Although the palace wizards were closer, their combat proficiency was clearly superior. As soon as the puppet Ah Zhen spit fire from his mouth, before he could swing his head to sweep it across, they had already dispersed to dodge, simultaneously casting various spells at Yan Yu.

Yan Yu did not use the Taiyang Zhenmei sword intent, but just controlled the Huangting sword light to move around calmly. With a pinch of the sword in his hand, the Liangyi Weichen sword energy shot out directly.

Brad, rushing in front, suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder. The sword energy line had pierced his shoulder blade. He was confused for a moment, not knowing whether to ignore the wound and continue flying, or to pull the line out of the wound first. But the next second, his vision went black.

The Liangyi Microdust Sword teleported along with the sword energy and cut off his neck with one sword, completely severing his trachea and spine.

Yan Yu's sword gestures changed again, and the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust sword energy flew wildly, flashing up and down, left and right, forward and backward. Each time it flashed, it would inevitably pierce a court wizard, and then the Yin-Yang Micro-Dust sword would flash after it, decapitating! Piercing the chest! Slicing the waist! Ripping through the intestines! There was not even any sword gestures, no sword movements or sword shadows. All that could be seen was the wizards falling from the air into the sea one by one, like a swarm of mosquitoes after an electric mosquito swatter.

In less than seven or eight seconds, he had eliminated all ten or so court wizards. The wizards who had been further behind, keeping their distance, had already disappeared.

Yan Yu returned to the team leisurely, only to hear Anna exclaim in surprise:
"You're amazing! You're getting better and better! Now even these court wizards are no match for you! Yan Yu, you're amazing!"

"Nonsense." Yan Yu said calmly, "Don't you even look at who I am?"

"They were actually careless and underestimated the enemy." Mei Yingxue once again switched to straightforward explanation, explaining to Yan Yu, "If they recognized your identity from afar and knew about the Yin-Yang Dust Sword, these court wizards would have immediately cast an arcane shield on themselves. Your Yin-Yang Dust Sword Qi couldn't penetrate the shield, so naturally, you couldn't perform an instant kill with a flash. To put it bluntly, these wizards didn't expect us to be here at all."

"Nonsense." Anna imitated Yan Yu's pretentious emphasis and rolled her eyes in disgust. "If they really recognized Yan Yu's identity, who would dare to rush up and fight? Aren't they afraid that Yan Yu would use that Sun Really Deceitful Sword Intention to burn them all to ashes?"

"So you agree with me, right?" Mei Yingxue nodded. "The reason we won so easily this time wasn't because they were weak, but because they didn't do a good job of reconnaissance."

Anna was speechless, and turned around and asked Yan Yu deliberately:

"Your colleague has a strong dad vibe. He's full of big ideas and can't tolerate other people expressing their opinions, right?"

Mei Yingxue heard it and explained:
"I'm not trying to convince you, I just want to correct your mistake. Also, the word 'daddy' is wrong, I'm a woman."

Anna took a deep breath and quickly revealed a disgusting expression that said, "I'm suffocating." Yan Yu came out to smooth things over.
"Teacher Mei, Anna didn't think those court wizards were weak. She just said a few words of contempt for the enemy out of excitement and joy because of our beautiful victory this time. There's no need to be so picky about whether they were right or wrong."

"Oh, I see." Mei Yingxue pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "Is it similar to the atmosphere group?"

Yan Yu nodded.

Mei Yingxue immediately revealed a slightly apologetic look, as if to say, "I made a mistake," and said to Anna seriously:
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were just trying to boost morale. I ruined your fun this time, but I won't do that next time."

Anna was really about to suffocate this time. She laughed in anger and asked:

"You're mocking me for being a cheerleader, aren't you?"

"No." Mei Yingxue said seriously, "Boosting morale is also important. I don't mean to mock you. Besides, we in Lu Country don't call them cheerleaders, we call them art troupes."

The "Art Troupe" has even shown up! Does that mean my previous fierce attack didn't happen?

Anna became more and more furious, thinking to herself, why not curse this annoying Lu country woman to death while Yan Yu is not paying attention!

(End of this chapter)