I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

At this moment, the claw blade in Buck's hand was a meter long, and its entire body reflected a ruby-like luster.

With her arms retracted and claws at the waist, she let them hang down naturally, almost touching her calves.

Its chest, back, thighs, and paws were covered with 'ruby' armor, which was similar in material to its claws.

Buck also had a red armor on his forehead, which extended from both sides to the tip of his nose, forming an inverted triangle shape that protected his eyes.

Feeling the powerful energy emanating from within him, Buck couldn't help but volunteer to join the fight against the enemy.

"Go ahead, use your Blood Blade to see if you can destroy the pillar in his hand!"

"Please rest assured, Master!"

As a Bloodclaw Demon, it is no exaggeration to say that the Bloodclaw is the essence of its entire body.

Smashing a stone pillar is an extremely simple task.

After Buck rushed forward, Anno's expression also turned serious. He took out his magic sword and began to approach Macaros.

After all, they were facing a ninth-order protector.

We must not let our guard down before the opponent is defeated.

As Anno acted, the magical molecules within the Evil King's Domain seemed to become active.

Macaros, who was fighting three ninth-tier opponents, was barely able to hold his own against Urma and Buck thanks to his speed.

As for the dragon scorpion, due to its large size, it basically plays a supporting role.

Only after Macaros is forced back will the dragon scorpion unleash a beam of light, use its [Tail Spike Cannon], or simply smash down with its pincers.

However, Anno used the illusionary abilities of the Evil King's Domain to unleash a large amount of magic on him.

Using his imagination, a flood of high-level magic and combat techniques poured toward Macaros as if magic were not needed.

Anno imagines and materializes ordinary skills into high-level skills within the Evil King's Domain, then creates a massive destructive commotion, leading the enemy to believe that these imaginary skills are very powerful.

In this way, when an enemy is hit by the illusion skill, they will imagine the injuries they have suffered.

Once these injuries are imagined by the enemy, they become reality.

If it weren't for the fact that Urma's [Tear Through the Sky - Mountain Breaker] didn't have flashy visual effects and couldn't make Macaros imagine the terrible state he would be in after being hit, Anno would definitely keep using this skill to seriously injure Macaros.

But even so, Macaros was almost scared to death by Anno!

It makes perfect sense for a ninth-tier Anno to unleash an eighth-tier skill!

However, they unleash powerful eighth-tier skills, and each one is unique.

In that short time, Anno used at least fifty level eight skills!

Even the lowest-level eighth-tier skill requires 20 magic power.

This means that Anno used at least 1000 million mana to deal with Macaros.

Where does he get so much magic?

Macaros was in a sorry state, his clothes hanging on his body like a beggar's outfit, his body stained with blood, and he was breathing heavily like a patient who was about to die.

Honestly, it's only because of Macaros that anyone else would have been killed by Anno long ago!

Already injured, he was surrounded by three level nine attackers and had to dodge skills flying in from all sorts of tricky angles.

Since the start of the battle, Macaros's body has been working overtime and has never had a moment of rest.

"Damn it, what on earth is going on?"

After being punched in the abdomen by Ulma, Macaros was sent flying and rolled several times on the ground. The totem pole in his hand also rolled to the side, his eyes filled with confusion and resentment.

He knew far too little about Summoners.

Throughout the entire battle with Anno, he and the entire Holy War Army were led by the nose by Anno!

Watching Macaros try to get up several times only to fall back down, Anno glanced at the totem pole, still showing no sign of relaxing.

"You win!"

Macaros coughed up blood, clutched his chest, and gave Anno a bitter laugh: "However, I will not submit to you."

"Since I'm about to die, could you answer one question for me?"

Anno chuckled at this, but still followed up with Macaros's question, "What?"

"You must be a protector!"

Macaros stared at Anno, his tone questioning yet extremely certain, and said, "I don't know what a summoner is, but your maximum mana is clearly abnormal."

Tens of millions of magic power, that's definitely a blessing!

You are the protector, right?

"Since you're going to die anyway, why bother with these questions!"

Annochongbak gave him a signal, and the latter immediately walked towards the totem pole that had been thrown away in the distance.

Macaros watched as Buck walked away, then said with a regretful expression, "This totem pole is a treasure I obtained from some ruins. Based on my many years of experience using it, I can tell you with certainty that it is a divine artifact!"

Carrying it with you will enhance your strength.

Anno, now that you've defeated me, this thing is naturally yours.

I hope you can treat him well... You bastard, what are you doing?

Macaros, who was seemingly giving his last words, suddenly saw Buck extend his sharp, bloody claws and slash fiercely at the totem pole, leaving several claw marks on it.

Seeing Macaros so agitated, Anno said something that made the latter feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Don't think I don't know, this totem pole is your true form!"