Becoming a god starts with enhancing fire arrows.

"Bang!"

Stanley's punch smashed Rhodes' chair in two.

Rhodes really didn't expect the other party to make a move directly.

He thought that because the chairman was wary of Gilbert, there was still room for maneuver, and at least he wouldn't be killed here directly.

He barely dodged a punch thanks to the characteristics of his Sword Song [Extreme Speed], which he had activated long ago.

Stanley's expression suddenly changed.

Even a mid-level mage can only withstand one of his punches by using certain items.

Mages are, after all, an intelligence-based class; their speed makes it impossible for them to dodge a sneak attack.

All thoughts occur in the blink of an eye.

Stanley didn't hesitate and threw another punch, quickly closing the distance.

This time Rhodes was on guard.

He knew that even with the Sword Song's blessing, the gap between him and a mid-level warrior was still as vast as the heavens.

There is absolutely no possibility of a head-on confrontation.

He suddenly opened his loose coat with both hands.

It revealed that his entire body was covered in flaming arrows!

"boom!"

A massive wave of fire ripped off the roof of the Adventurers' Guild and destroyed the stone wall on the side of the office.

Rhodes was also blasted away.

This was the preparation he had made when he entered the room.

Rhodes struggled to his feet, drank a bottle of healing potion, and the excruciating pain in his back eased slightly.

The physical abilities of mid-level warriors have already far exceeded biological limits.

I wonder if other mid-tier classes also have this kind of insane strength.

A moment later, a figure slowly emerged from the thick smoke, a calm voice tinged with disappointment:

"Is this your trump card?"

"It seems you're only immune to fire damage. In actual combat, if you use this move and still can't kill the enemy, then you're practically dead yourself."

Stanley was already wearing light armor at some point, and his arms were glowing with a blinding red light.

【Name: Blast Arm Armor】

Type: Armor

[Quality: Epic]

[Description: An arm guard capable of withstanding most explosive damage]

broken.

Stanley knew I could make explosions and was prepared.

Rhodes' pupils dilated slightly.

He knew the other party was right; self-destruction was indeed his biggest trump card.

I am not so arrogant as to think that I can use stealth footwork to ambush a warrior of this caliber.

Stanley walked slowly to Rhodes, looking down at him as he sat half-reclined on the ground:

"You've already rejected me, and unfortunately, I'll never extend a second invitation."

......

Sunset District Town Jail.

Ash was crammed into the same cell as a dozen or so townspeople.

There was no sunlight in the dungeon, only flickering flames.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell.

I could hear conversations and faint sobs from time to time.

Aisha was in the far corner, leaning against the wall, her eyes unfocused as she glanced at the men, women, and children who were locked up with her, a sense of despair welling up inside her.

After being sent to the treatment camp, he soon discovered that his petrification symptoms were slowly subsiding.

Before Ashe could even feel happy, she was imprisoned by guards in a secret cell located under the treatment camp.

Until yesterday, guards counted the number of people and escorted more than a dozen townspeople who were also imprisoned to the lizardmen's territory.

But unexpectedly, the team turned back halfway through the journey and, after several detours, ended up in the town's prison.

Ashe didn't know exactly what had happened, but she vaguely understood that the petrification disease was just a cover, and she also understood her fate.

She picked up a sharp stone and secretly sharpened it against the wall.

Sudden.

A thin rat scurried in through a crack in the wall.

Its dark eyes scanned the prisoner.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he pounced on Ashe's legs, and when he let go, the ring he was holding in his mouth rolled onto Ashe's body.

Ash immediately recognized it as Harvey's ring.

She was overjoyed.

The captain knows my situation?!

She looked down again and found that the mouse had disappeared.

Hope ignited in Ashe's eyes; she believed Harvey would find a way to rescue her.

Slowly loosen your hand and set the sharp stone aside.

Sudden.

The sound of armor clashing came from outside the prison door.

Aisha suddenly became alert and grabbed the stone again.

A squad of armored guards arrived, and the leader signaled to the guards to open the cage.

The iron gate creaked and groaned.

"You can leave now."

What?

Ash thought she had misheard.

The other residents in the cell looked at each other, bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

"Hurry up, don't make me repeat myself!"

The guards gave the order again.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy rushed to the cell door and looked around curiously.

Seeing that the guards did not stop him, he ran straight outside.

Seeing this, the remaining civilians also began to panic and flee out of the prison.

......

"Found her~ Ashe is in the jail in the Sunset District of the town. I've already spoken to her."

Exhausted, Harvey and his group wore hoods and hid in a secluded spot in the town.

They ran all night thanks to Harvey's constant use of the Great Stride spell, and finally arrived in the town at noon.

"So what's your next move?" Avira stared at Harvey.

If Harvey could articulate a plan for a forceful operation, she would take Paril to Rhodes.

Harvey glanced around warily, then gestured for quiet: "Wait a minute, don't you guys notice how unusually quiet the streets are today?"

Avira was somewhat annoyed that the other party had changed the subject.

She looked around and found no one on the street. She frowned and said, "There was a major outbreak of petrification disease just now. The townspeople are afraid of being infected, so they don't want to go out."

Harvey shook his head: "Even if they're afraid of petrification, they still need to eat and drink; the whole street won't be completely deserted."

"This situation is more like someone cleared the streets in advance."

"Why did Chairman Stanley order the streets cleared?" Clint asked.

Before he could finish speaking, a violent explosion rang out.

Everyone looked toward the Adventurers' Guild, which was not far away.

"It's Rhodes!"

Paril was the first to shout it out.

She tugged at Avira's arm.

Avira frowned: "There are people fighting over there."

Her eyesight was excellent, and she saw Chairman Stanley standing on the second floor, amidst thick smoke, holding a massive square-headed hammer.

The hammerhead was about one and a half times the size of a human head, yet it felt as light as a feather in his hands.

Stanley was confronting the town's mayor, Phoenix.

Phoenix held a nearly three-meter-long crimson spear in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly.

Rhodes, however, had already used two stealth steps to escape just as the two were about to make their move. He knew that in this kind of fight, he would simply be courting death.

If Stanley suddenly punches me while they're fighting, I'm done for.

Rhodes watched the situation carefully.

Stanley looked at Phoenix, who was dressed in magnificent light armor, and suddenly smiled: "No wonder no guards have come up for so long."

"So you've already started replacing me with my shapeshifter to issue commands."

Phoenix suddenly laughed too: "What kind of talk is that? The shapeshifter was originally meant to take my place."

Before he finished speaking, Stanley delivered a powerful sweeping motion, accompanied by a whistling sound and lingering dust, straight for Phoenix's thigh.

Phoenix pushed off the ground with his left foot, and as he retreated, his spear flashed out like lightning, aiming precisely at Stanley's right hand.

The shot was swift and fired from a tricky angle.

Stanley exerted force with both hands, and with a slight movement, the heavy hammer changed from a horizontal sweep to a downward press, the thick hammer handle striking the side of the thrusting spear tip.

"clang!"

The weapons clashed, sparks flying and a crisp sound rang out.

The spear tip was deflected, grazing Stanley's armor and leaving a faint white mark.

"Looks like all those years living as a tree haven't made your combat skills deteriorate much." Stanley laughed even harder.

"You've been so focused on your dirty business that you've fallen behind in combat." Phoenix seemed quite pleased, as if he were chatting with a friend.

He thrust his crimson spear repeatedly, aiming from top to bottom at Stanley's throat, heart, and abdomen.

Stanley swung his giant hammer, using all his strength to parry the venomous, cunning, and continuous thrusts.

Sudden.

He stepped forward with his left leg.

trample!

The floor shook violently, and the shockwave spread out in the naked eye, shaking up debris on the ground.

Phoenix's feet swayed, and his gun shot faltered slightly.

Stanley seized the opening, and his giant hammer tore through the air, sending the heavy oak table flying like a toy.

Phoenix narrowly dodged and jumped back.

The moment it landed, the tip of the gun tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Penetrate!

To everyone's surprise, Stanley's lips curled into a smile.

be cheated.

He decisively threw the giant hammer to the ground and precisely grabbed the spear with his right hand.

Following the force of the opponent's thrust, he pulled smoothly.

Phoenix instantly lost his balance and stumbled as he met Stanley's gauntlet-armored fist.

"Bang!"

He was sent flying in an instant.