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Chapter 8 Execution
"Ow!!!"

The Mist Demon roared to the sky, the pain causing it to lose its balance, forcing it to kneel on one knee.

This gave Marcus the opportunity to execute it.

Marcus stepped forward, his round shield swung with tremendous force, slamming into the ugly head of the Mist Demon with terrifying power!

"boom!"

Half of the mist demon's head was smashed open, and thick, red and white fluid burst out. It was dizzy and disoriented, its head tilted to one side, exposing its neck.

A cold glint pierced the mist, and the battle blade followed closely, slashing down towards the neck!
"Pfft...!"

The blade pierced into flesh, and blood splattered out.

However, the faint energy barrier on the Mist Demon's body was still working, and Marcus's battle sword was stuck in the middle of his neck, preventing him from advancing any further for a moment!
The ferocious nature of the Mist Demon was fully unleashed.

"Roar……!"

It turned its head recklessly, its powerful bones and muscles clamping together, which not only prevented Marcus from pulling out his sword, but also caused the blade to begin to twist slightly!

Both sides gritted their teeth and began to struggle; at this moment, neither side could back down!

But the sword was already on the verge of collapse. If this continued, the degree of distortion would exceed the limit that the metal's toughness could withstand.

The mist demon opened its huge mouth, revealing its sharp, white teeth, which was extremely terrifying.

It slowly reached towards Marcus, intending to bite off the human's head!

"This beast...!"

Vales's face hardened, and he immediately drew his curved knife from his waist, ready to rush forward to help.

Fireball!
At this critical moment, Zelier's second fireball was fully charged and accurately struck the wound on the Mist Demon's neck.

"boom!"

"Pretty!"

Marcus's eyes lit up.

The fireball exploded into sparks on the mist demon, the magic and energy barriers interacted and dissolved, and the last line of defense vanished into thin air.

All resistance vanished suddenly, and Marcus's sword was no longer an obstacle.

The mist demon froze, its fierce expression instantly shutting down.

"Die to me!!!"

With a roar from Marcus, he slashed down with all his might!

The blade sent a smooth sensation as it sliced ​​through muscle, then brutally severed the spine, finally emerging through the body!

"Pfft!"

The head of the Mist Demon rolled to the ground, and foul-smelling black blood shot into the sky like blooming fireworks.

The enormous headless corpse swayed, then crashed to the ground.

Mist Demon, die!

Zellier's tense mind finally relaxed. He slumped to the ground, his chest heaving, and let out a long sigh.

The team worked together to defeat the Mist Demon (juvenile form) and gained a large amount of experience points.

Level 2 to Level 3, upgrade!
I leveled up twice in one day, and my available attribute points increased by four.

This time, Zellir did not choose to increase his spirit, but instead allocated it to his intelligence.

The intelligence attribute increased from 66 to 70.

Zell suddenly felt that he was using magic more smoothly, and the structure of the fireball spell seemed clearer to him.

At the same time, due to the strong correlation mechanism of intelligence, the charm attribute also increased by one point, becoming 46.

After assigning the skills, Zelier focused intently on the talent skills.

The panel remained unchanged, with gray text indicating the conditions for unlocking the next talent skill:

[Reach the level of a lower-ranking mage.]

In the mage class system of the continent of Candia, the ranks from lowest to highest are: Magic Apprentice, Junior Mage, Intermediate Mage, and Senior Mage.

After breaking through to the advanced mage level, one must choose a unique job advancement path, with each profession having its own area of ​​expertise. However, those at that level are all renowned powerhouses, and Zelier is still quite far from reaching that level.

As for lower-level mages...

Zelier is certainly not at the level of a lower-level mage yet.

I wonder if I can be considered a magic apprentice... Zellier pondered to himself.

The mage rating is independent of the warrior, ranger, and assassin ratings. The Adventurers' Guild has no right to interfere; only the Mage Guild can conduct the ratings, and only the Mage Guild can issue certified mage badges.

Looking at the headless giant corpse of the Mist Demon, Zelier felt extremely fortunate.

Fortunately, it was only a juvenile, and the team was lucky enough to sense its movements in advance, which allowed them to successfully defeat it.

Otherwise, the outcome is truly unpredictable.

After killing the Mist Demon, Marcus and Vales both collapsed to the ground.

They were breathing heavily, their hearts pounding, their faces showing signs of relief.

Zellier looked at Gray, who was lying to one side.

"Grey? How are you?"

"Still alive..."

Gray's voice was weak and listless.

He was quite lucky; the Mist Demon's second attack failed to strike his chest again, only shattering Gray's longsword. The flying metal fragments also failed to injure his eyes, neck, or other vital areas.

However, Gray's face was slashed, and several pieces of metal were stuck in his shoulder, with blood flowing continuously.

Vales sat up and walked over to Gray, placing his hand lightly on Gray's side.

"Don't move, let me see."

Vales tore open Grayna's rotten leather armor and lining, revealing the skin on his chest.

The Mist Demon's strike was truly terrifying; Vales could clearly see that Gray's chest had caved in slightly.

He must have broken several ribs, but the bone fragments probably didn't damage any internal organs like his lungs, otherwise Gray would have been dead long ago.

There were no lacerations on his chest, but blood was still seeping through his skin, forming a bruise-like mark on his chest.

Zellier watched from the sidelines, secretly alarmed.

If I were hit like that... I'd probably be dead by now, right?

With no way to treat the bruises on his chest, Vales could only turn his gaze to the metal plate stuck in Gray's shoulder.

Debridement and hemostasis are the primary tasks.

"Zelil, go and start a fire to heat the knife, and also bring the fire throat liqueur and the first-aid kit."

Zelil did as Vales instructed, while Marcus silently kept watch around to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring.

Vales took the knife from Zellier and blew on it to remove the heat.

"Bear with it, don't scream," Vales said.

"Do I look like a woman to you?" Gray asked, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Vales used the tip of his knife to precisely pry open the flesh stuck with the metal fragments, then pinched the edges.

Gray's eyes began to twitch, and his body involuntarily tensed up.

Zellier then stuffed a piece of cloth into Gray's mouth so he could bite on it.

With two fingers exerting force, pull outwards sharply!
"Pfft!"

With a sickeningly soft sound, a small, twisted piece of metal was pulled out, along with a small jet of blood.

"Ugh, hahahahaha..."

Gray's body stiffened abruptly, his wailing was all muffled, and towards the end, his voice sounded somewhat like laughter.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Zellier thought he caught a fleeting glimpse of a pleased expression on Vales's face.

(End of this chapter)