I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

Anno is currently level 43 with a maximum magic power of 330 million!

Shadow Anno has only one-third of the magic power limit of the original body.

Even so, millions of magic power is comparable to that of the mage with the most magic power among the eighth-tier professions!

However, the opposing team has an eighth-tier fighter who can directly confront Shadow Anno, and nine seventh-tier fighters providing support from the side.

Tick ​​tock!

Blood slid down Shadow Anno's arm onto his hand, then dripped from his fingertips onto the ground.

He glanced at the cut on his left hand, smiled at the eighth-tier lionfish opposite him, and then thrust his longsword downwards toward Sam's back, who was still struggling with his feet on the ground.

puff!

Sam, covered in blood, trembled, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

"hateful!"

Upon seeing this, the eighth-tier lionfish opposite looked at Anno with eyes full of anger!

Although Sam's sneak attack had injured Anno's left arm with the fins on his body, the toxin contained within would make it almost impossible for Anno to use his left arm in the ensuing battle.

As time goes on, the toxins may even spread throughout Anno's entire body.

The problem is that the eighth-tier lionfish has already reached its limit.

Moreover, there were no more sea creatures around that could stand.

At this point, the only sea creature still alive is the eighth-tier lionfish!

Pfft!

After Sam died, the eighth-tier lionfish also collapsed to the ground.

He just launched a frantic attack on Anno in an attempt to create an opportunity for Sam.

During the battle, the sea creatures discovered that magic was ineffective against Anno, and only combat skills could harm him.

However, Shadow Anno's melee combat ability is too strong.

Initially, they were defeated one by one despite being outnumbered ten to one.

The eighth-tier lionfish couldn't hold out against Anno alone.

Although Sam successfully stabbed Anno, blood gushed from the waist of the eighth-tier lionfish, and he was almost cut in half by Anno!

His increasingly heavy eyelids indicated that his vitality was fading away.

"Human, you are... strong!"

In its final moments, the eighth-tier lionfish looked up at Anno and said, "But you cannot stop the rise of the sea race; the power of the deep sea will engulf the land!"

After saying that, the life of the eighth-level lionfish came to an end.

Anno stared at the winding, flowing "川" (river)-shaped demonic mark on the lionfish corpse's forehead and muttered to himself, "Is this the mark of the fanatics that the Deep Sea Demoness obtained? The power of the deep sea to submerge the land? Tsk tsk!"

Shadow Anno clicked his tongue in amazement.

This situation might happen.

But we have to wait until most of those god hunters are dead!

However, this possibility is too small.

After the battle, Shadow Anno was also covered in wounds.

Especially the toxins that gradually spread across the arms.

At first, I only had no feeling in my forearm.

In the short time that followed, his entire left arm lost all feeling.

Although Shadow Anno has some healing skills, he is completely unable to remove the lionfish's poison.

puff.

Without any hesitation, Shadow Anno swiftly severed his own left arm, then took out bandages from his storage ring and began to stop the bleeding and bandage himself.

As for the severed arm, it turned into black smoke and dissipated before it even hit the ground.

"Hiss~!"

Dart, who had just emerged from the town after destroying the temple, slowed his pace upon seeing Anno sever his own arm without hesitation.

That's too ruthless.

All the enemies are dead, why don't you go back and figure out a way to get rid of the poison in your body?

By the way, is lionfish venom really that strong?

Even Anno needed to cut off his arm to save himself!

However, Dart also had a question.

Anno did not summon any monsters to help him throughout the entire battle.

If assistance had been called in earlier, would the arm have been saved?

"Is it resolved inside?"

After Anno sat on the ground and tied the bandages with his mouth and right hand, he picked up the sword next to him and stood up, supporting his wounded body. He then asked Dart, who was walking over.

"Ah...it's all done!"

Upon hearing Anno's question, Dart immediately snapped out of his reverie.

He saw that some of Anuo's small wounds were slowly healing, and he couldn't help but swallow.

This is [Devouring Reincarnation] converting the magic power absorbed in the previous battle into Anno's life force.

But at this moment, Dart thought it was Anno's own regenerative ability.

Unfortunately, the arm is likely gone and won't grow back.

"There are quite a few sea creatures in the town, as well as many cultists who have been bewitched. After I destroyed the temple they were building, I was surrounded by those cultists."

Dart began to tell Anno about what had happened in Kaze.

Although he had just entered the seventh rank, dealing with a group of cultists who were only at the first rank was still very easy for him.

Those sea creatures that were slightly stronger were all dealt with by Anno; there was no one in the town who could stop Dart.

However, the battle on Anno's side lasted for more than an hour.

After completing the task assigned by Anno, Dart observed from a distance.

In a battle of that level, Dart would probably be torn to pieces by the lionfish within minutes of entering!

"Master, the task is complete. Shall we go back now?"

Although Anno is injured now, after witnessing Anno's fighting power, Dart no longer has any ulterior motives.

Moreover, Dart felt that Earl Sam might be in trouble.

After all, Anno lost an arm in this battle!

"go back?"

Anno looked at Dart, shook her head helplessly, and said, "Didn't you feel it?"

Anno's words left Dart completely bewildered.

Anno pointed to the ceiling and said, "If we want to go back now, we'll probably have to ask this guy if he agrees?"

Dart looked in the direction Anno was pointing, and then his heart tightened.

Suddenly, a figure in black robes appeared above their heads, seemingly suspended in mid-air.

The man in the black robe seemed to be carrying another person in his hands.

Dasti stared intently, and his pupils contracted.

Isn't that guy being carried like a corpse by the man in black robes one of Earl Sam's seventh-rank guards?

Those who come are enemies, not friends!