Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

847  Chapter 847- A Change In Situation (3)

The attack on Brett and everything was all just a façade. The one who represented the real danger to him since the beginning was Marba. As such, his first objective was to take her out.

The greyish black sword that contained the peculiar energy slowly dropped on the head of the girl. Given the fact that she was a mage— a class whose defensive stat was the weakest out of all the classes and that she was currently in the middle of chanting her magic and could not pull herself out, meant that she was at her most vulnerable state.

 In her current state, forget about the powerful sword slash that even a warrior like Burg who specialised in defence, was unable to take on completely, even the weakest attack would prove fatal to her.

Everybody who was powerless enough to watch, had no doubt in kind that once this attack landed, that pretty body of that girl would be split into two.

At this moment, time came to a crawl as the group watched the sword slowly drop down on the head of the girl.

 "Stoppp!!"

Burg cried out in a heart palpitating manner. He tried to run towards her; however, the injuries in his body were far too severe. The huge indent made on his armour from the kick he suffered earlier, made him cough out blood due to overstraining his body.

 In the end, all he could do was look at the sword slowly slash down at the girl.

"Haha, did you think that you killed this old man? Sir Knight Captain, I can't believe you would be this careless. It is a common knowledge that when pacing a party, the most one should be cautious of after the mage is the assassin. You of all people should know that I ain't among those to drop dead so easily"

A timely voice intervened. Just as the sword was in midmotion, the air behind the perfect tainted commander fluctuated and Brett's figure materialised out of it.

He looked perfectly fine with not even a trace of wound that could be seen on his body. Clearly, he managed to dodge the previous attack before it could kill him.

Brett's appearance was a pleasant surprise for Alvara and the group who were desperately running towards the former knight captain to stop him.

"Brett, stop him" Alvar hurriedly cried out.

"Haha, I intend to do exactly that, guard commander"

Brett smiled, at this moment he had already brought the blowgun to his mouth. His movements were fluid and precise, portraying years of honed skill and expertise.

As he blew into the blowgun, the weapon seemed to hum with power, the air crackled with sparks of raw energy being released out and an undeniable aura of danger suffused into the surrounding.

 The next second, the blowgun fired. Immediately, a powerful phenomenon erupted. Black lightning erupted from the weapon, lancing outwards in a pure destructive and ominous force.

The shockwaves that rippled through the air were felt for miles around, rattling the very earth with their intensity. A torrent of power was unleashed, the force of which was enough to send even the strongest of foes reeling.

The blowgun was the strongest attack that Brett could dish out. What's more, it was a forbidden weapon that he had procured a long time ago when he was still an active adventurer.

When blown into its tube, it released condensed mana supercharged to its utmost limit and imbued with a lethal potency that bordered on extreme might. Even if it was the Knight Captain with his extreme skills and defence, he won't be able to completely avoid the attack, especially from this distance.

Just like Brett had predicted, the former Knight Captain was forced to halt his attack on the mage midway and instead block his attack.

As the lethal mana dart hurtled towards him with deadly accuracy, the tainted knight commander's reaction was nothing short of astonishing. With a speed that seemed almost inhuman, he intercepted the projectile mid-flight, his movements fluid and precise despite the ferocity of the attack.

CLANG… The sword slash that had been intended to cleave Marba in half was abruptly redirected, the tainted knight commander's blade intercepted the mana dart with a resounding clang.

The supercondensced mana dart that was even able to penetrate through even the most sturdiest of defence, was stopped by a single sword swing from the knight captain.

Although the sword suffered heavy damage in the process with a large chink appearing at the edges of its blade, it nonetheless successfully stopped the attack.

The old assassin Brett stood there in undisguised astonishment. It was one thing if the former knight captain was able to stop the attack had he was fully prepared and knew that the attack was coming.

However, his attack was silent and unexpected. He made sure that the enemy was fully focused on his target and was completely unaware of his surroundings before acting.

 Yet in that split second, the Knight Captain was not only able to act but even stop his attack. A feat of reflexes and skill that bordered on the supernatural, defying the limits of what should have been humanly possible.

The scene was so unexpected that Brett was unable to react to what occurred next nor did anybody.

SLASH… blood spurted like a fountain and a deep gash appeared on the body of the old assassin.

THUD… the man fell down in the pool of his own blood, his eyes still containing the surprise from before. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

After dealing with the assassin, the Perfect Tainted Commander finally turned towards the mage. At this moment, the mana in the surrounding was going crazy with dark clouds looming over in the sky, evidence that the magic was almost about to be completed.

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CLANG… he slowly dragged the sword through the ground and turned towards the mage. Now that the distraction was gone, it was finally time he dealt with the mage.

Facing him, Marba might be fully focused on completing her magic; however, she could still sense the event that was going around her. Brett's unknown fate and her impending doom, everything was crystal clear to her.

Yet even while knowing that if she didn't stop chanting and moved out of the way, she would die, the girl bit her lips and stubbornly endured.

Her friends and comrades were all injured trying to stop the former knight captain and it was unknown if Brett was alive or dead. In a situation like this, if she stopped chanting they would automatically lose all their chance of defeating him.

At that moment, the sacrifice and the injuries that her friends suffered would be for nought. This was an outcome she was unwilling to accept. No matter what, she had to complete her magic.

"Just a little more!!"

She muttered inside her head. However, fate was cruel, it did not give her any time. The blade of death hung high up and with a swoosh, it came down.

Marba closed her eyes as if coming to terms with her fate. Yet at the last moment, she heard the berserk roar of a man whose voice was much too familiar to her and before she knew it, something large embraced her tightly.

 When Marba opened her eyes, she realised that she was perfectly safe and was tightly being hugged by one of her comrades, the burly knight Burg who at this moment was standing in front of her.

"You…" Marba was so astonished that she wanted to say something; however, before she could open her mouth, she heard the sound of blood splashing behind Burg.

Afraid that he had taken the attack by shielding her, she hurriedly cried out when she realised that Burg was equally surprised as her.

From his somewhat healthy face, it didn't seem like he suffered any wound.

 If it was not him then who stopped the attack from the former knight captain?

"You stupid subordinates. Really, you all will be the death of me"

A somewhat forced voice that contained traces of suppressed pain and sadness, rang out. The familiar voice instantly caused Burg and Marba to widen their eyes. Their gaze shifted and they quickly turned around to see that the person who stopped the attack from the former knight captain was none other than Alvara.

Though she stopped the attack, it was clear that she had to pay a heavy price. A deep gash appeared on her armour from which blood flowed out unceasingly. Her weapon was broken in half and her face was as pale as a sheet.

 Clearly, she had received great damage. Puff… a mouth of blood came out as she tried to open her mouth to say something. However, in the end, all she could do was smile bitterly and nod at Marba.

In this key moment, she was the deciding factor.

The latter made a devastated expression, tears continuously dropped down her smooth fair cheeks. Neverhtless, she continued her chanting. Her chant appeared heart rending as well as strangely mesmerising. Meanwhile, feeling the increasing danger from the magic being cast, the perfect tainted commander became more frantic. The greyish balck energy coming out of him whirled and he gave a savage roar.

That long greyish balck blade that was like the herald of death was brandished once again. It dropped down on Alvara intending to cleave her in half this time.

Givne the latter's condition and no means to block the attack anymore, there was no doubt that if this attack landed on her, she would die. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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