Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 51 Have you ever seen a horse fall from the sky?
Watching Blatter's figure disappear at the intersection, Anser had no more scruples.

At this point, the roles of offense and defense have reversed.

He sent Finn and Greyhawk to delay the other two groups of slave traders, while he faced the bearded man and his men alone.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves echoed through the street. The slave trader hurriedly wiped the blood from his face, picked up his musket, and pointed it forward as if facing a formidable enemy.

The bearded man took a deep breath, his emotions complex, but having fought his way through piles of corpses, he quickly calmed down.

"Don't be afraid, he won't dare to come any closer. One volley of fire from us and he'll be dead."

Hearing his words, the crew members perked up and finally recovered from the shadow of the storm.

Anser rode forward on horseback, unhurried, his body surging with magical power.

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"Jump Technique" + "Feather Fall Technique"!
Two beams of magical light shone from Nornos's body in succession, and faint magical light and shadow surrounded its body and limbs.

It stomped heavily on the ground, eager to try.

As the distance closed to within a hundred meters, the bearded man raised his right hand, but did not order the firing. One or two bullets could not threaten a spellcaster with mage armor or shield spells; the accuracy had to be guaranteed.

Anser pointed, startling the other person.

"Don't panic, he's bluffing us!" The bearded man knew the drawback of the slow reloading of the musket and was determined not to fall for it.

But the next moment, his vision suddenly blurred, and a spherical mist rapidly spread in front of them, instantly surrounding them. Everything in front of them was white, and they could not see anything.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly rose!
The bearded man felt a chill run down his spine. He either had to run out of the fog or shoot in the direction of the hoofbeats.

"Don't run! Form a tight formation! Aim at the source of the sound! Heed my command!"

He made a decision immediately: the horses were going too fast, they might not be able to escape, but they would definitely scatter, giving the enemy the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

It's better to gather together to prevent being accidentally injured by your companions, and it can also help to withstand the impact.

The sound of horses' hooves grew clearer, as if they were right next to us.

“Fire—”

"Bang bang bang..."

A barrage of gunfire rang out, but there was no sound of bullets hitting flesh, no screams, and not even the sound of horses' hooves.

wrong!

The bearded man felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could figure it out, a gust of wind pressure came from above, and he was immediately alarmed: "Up there..."

A huge black shadow fell from the sky, but fortunately they had moved several meters away and were not hit.

"Foolish!" He was overjoyed to see the other side abandon their advantage in distance and maneuverability.

He immediately located the source of the sound, drew his sword, and charged forward. But the next second, his vision was filled with blue light, and a burst of cone-shaped lightning suddenly erupted, completely engulfing him and the crew behind him.

The thick fog was electrified, creating narrow channels. The slave traders' hair and beards stood on end, their bodies stiff and lying on the ground, their skin covered with tree-branch-shaped scorch marks. Smoke rose, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

"Fool!" Anser sneered.

The opponents had actually gathered together, and their lightning breath, amplified by the dense fog, increased in both range and power, making it perfect for wiping them out in one fell swoop.

[...The first mate of the Conch received 13 points of lightning damage; current health: 18/34]

[...The bosun of the Conch Shell suffered 11 points of lightning damage, and his current health is 5/16.]

[...The Conch Ship's sailor suffered 14 points of lightning damage...The target died, gaining 15 combat experience.]

"what--"

The bearded man roared and activated "Recovery" to forcibly break free from the paralysis. He charged toward Anser with his sword in both hands, moving at great speed.

'Open it!' Anser said expressionlessly, his chest, abdomen and throat surrounded by a hazy blue light.

Never underestimate a warrior's melee abilities; their swords can be so fast that you won't be able to cast a second shield spell. Nornos immediately activated his attack, but his speed was no match for the bearded man, and he was almost caught up. He ran for more than ten meters before gradually shaking off him.

Anser was secretly shocked; the warrior's burst speed in the first ten meters was even faster than that of the fairy horse!

"Damn it!" The bearded man cursed as he watched Anser run further and further away, then turned and fled.

Nornos turned and charged, the sound of his horses' hooves crisp and rapid, like the beat of drums.

The bearded man dared not run along the street. He took a running start and jumped over the wall next to him, intending to use the complex street layout to hinder the pursuit.

With a rapid hoofbeat, Nornos leaped into the air, jumping more than three meters high and over ten meters far. His massive body drew a graceful arc in the air, like a flying horse.

The bearded man was completely numb and wanted to turn back.

In the blink of an eye, Anser opened his mouth and unleashed a cone-shaped lightning breath that swept across several meters, blasting him away with no way to avoid it.

The bearded man lay flat on the ground, his body emitting blue smoke, and struggled several times but could not get up.

Nornos landed lightly, and Anser raised his staff, his eyes gleaming with magical light.

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Burning rays!

Three beams of fire flashed through the air and struck the bearded man almost simultaneously, causing his clothes and leather armor to burst into flames, black smoke billowing out, and the smell of roasted meat wafting in the wind.

The bearded man twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

[...The first mate of the Conch received 22 points of fire damage...The target died, and 275 combat experience were gained.]

Anser slowly approached and, seeing the bearded man's miserable death, felt an extreme sense of satisfaction.

'The scorching rays are fast, but their impact point is too difficult to control.'

In the courtyard, a man was holding a dog with his head buried in a pile of firewood. The man was trembling, the dog was shaking, and the firewood was soaked.

Anser glanced at him, grabbed a few silver and copper coins from his treasury, and tossed them to the ground.

'Let's go, take the body with us.'

Nornos used his tail to curl up the big beard, smashed open the courtyard gate, dragged him into the street, and threw him next to the pile of corpses.

Twenty or thirty meters away, a surviving professional was staggering away.

'Go finish him off.' Anser wanted Nornos to gain some experience.

Nornos was unusually excited and charged forward at a trot. Facing the professional's desperate counterattack, it neither dodged nor avoided, but used the ramming horn on its forehead to knock away the longsword and sent the person flying several meters away with its head.

The man's chest caved in, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he died the moment he hit the ground. An impact with 18 points of force and enormous weight is something most professionals wouldn't be qualified to withstand.

[...Target dead, gain 49 combat experience]

Anser touched its ram and found only a scratch.

Nornos seemed to sense something, returned to the battlefield, and used his hooves and whip tail to strike each corpse. Unfortunately, there was only one survivor, which was better than nothing.

"Wow—"

A cry of an eagle rang out overhead.

Anser looked up and saw six people running out from the intersection ahead, each holding a musket.

On a rooftop not far away, Finn followed closely behind them, occasionally firing a few arrows from a distance, startling the men into dodging in a flustered manner.

They originally had eight people, but they were caught off guard by the rangers and lost two of them. Unable to fight back, they had no choice but to find the first mate to join them.

But as soon as they turned around, they saw corpses all over the street and a mysterious knight standing beside them. Their expressions instantly went out of control. After a brief moment of stunned silence, they all turned and ran.

"Oh, can you run away?"

Anser waved to Finn from afar, signaling him to come and collect the spoils, while he himself spurred his horse and chased after him.

(End of this chapter)