Please Stop Summoning Me!

Chapter 50

George fell into silence. Hundreds of Quiet word cultists had already surrounded his villa, and the three-grade flying knife relics could no longer be useful.

The cigarette fell to the ground, George stomped it out with his foot, and expressionlessly picked up the black umbrella next to him on the sofa. In fact, it wasnt only an umbrella but also a weapon he had trusted for years. A superior family members skull was used as the raw material for the umbrella frame.

He stared at his former friend.

Is that so? But you are very wrong because Im not the same person as you.

Hundreds of gray-robed men had surrounded the villa, each one expressionless and silent.

Next instant, the lone villa in the darkness suddenly burst into flames.

George, holding the second blade in his right hand and the black umbrella in his left, jumped out of the second-floor window with wounds all over his body.

The fire burned beside him, George didnt look back, but he started complaining as soon as he landed.

I was assigned this house, I cant afford to buy it myself.

He saw a dozen cultists surrounding the back of the villa, after seeing him they began to chant a spell, and the invisible force in the air began to tremble slightly.

George quickly opened the black umbrella, and the equipment made from the skulls of the superior family instantly made the unknown invisible technique vanish.

In the next instant, he had already rushed in front of a group of cultists, and the second blade in his hand slid lightly across their bodies at a very rapid pace, the blade was extremely precise, like an extremely delicate operation.

Second Blade-Absolute Death.

Several cultists immediately fell down, instantly losing all their breath of life.

Even though the effect of Must Hit Target prevented the flying knife from being used as a flying knife, the mysterious relic could still be used as a melee weapon in the near war.

The effect of the third blade was an absolute hit, which had no advantage as a melee weapon.

The first blade, which costs a lot, had the effect of Absolute Banishment, which was extremely restraining to extraterrestrials. But for enemies without the concept of immortality, its threat level was no different from that of the second blade.

So he used the second blade as a melee weapon.

George, like an unstoppable humanoid monster, quickly pierced through the cultists, and no one was able to stop him.

On the other hand, the cultists began to panic due to his manic-level attack.

But George was expressionless, just breaking through the city in the rain.

As long as he could escape to a place with a large number of buildings, he could rely on his agility to wander and even break his enemies one by one.

Once again, Yare appeared in front of him blocking his path.

Having no choice he stopped in his track and looked at the man in front of him silently.

It seemed if he wanted to leave then he had to get past him, but there was no way.

He sensed that Yare had set up some kind of invisible art in front of him. Even though he couldnt tell the exact effect, it was clear that it was bound to be a wide-ranging trap.

If he go further, he would be attacked by invisible techniques, and if he tried to avoid it, then he would be entangled by Yare.

At this moment, a large number of cultists surrounded him, and each cultist stared at him.

Here Yare ambushed another group of people.

It seemed like he was cornered into Dead end.

George knew very well, that at the end of the day he was still a mortal, not a monster. The mortal body had its own limit, it could not withstand the damage of a large number of invisible art.

If he lived in the city instead of this desolate empty place, then there might be a lot of room for escape and fighting.

However, it could also cost lots of peoples life.

Ordinary people who were living in the city, working hard for the ordinary life, living with worries and longings for tomorrow.

It suddenly dawned on him.

That not wanting to drag others down when encountering enemies was his purpose of living on the outskirts of the city in the beginning.

More than ten years had passed, and he had almost forgotten the original intention.

George looked far into the brightly lit city.

People live in the city and they themselves lived in the suburbs.

He said to himself, But Im the rat in the city, worrying and fretting every day, and   never get back to the countryside.

With his hands behind his back, Yare said calmly, You have nowhere to go.

It seems like this, I have indeed been cornered. Georges face was relaxed and lazy as if it was not himself who had been cornered.

Yare slowly took out a western sword and approached him a little.

He knew the danger of this man best.

Compared with many years ago, the current George had shocked him a little, he was so powerful.

Just now the two fought in the villa, and Yare was almost killed by the second blade. Without the help of the others, even with must hit the target, he might not be able to take down George.

Byron betrayed me. Yare looked at George and suddenly spoke: The man who might betray me is the most suspect, and the only one alive is him.

George was slightly taken aback, Byron, that man has not been seen for a long time. So he was also involved in this incident?

The three of them were friends from birth to death, and they had saved each other countless times. Unexpectedly, now they meet again at such an event with a strange connection.

The bonds between people were sometimes reconnected.

Yare continued: I had made a promise to help me on the condition of the disaster relic and the resurrection of his daughter because if you want to destroy Bellander, you must need the assistance of a top wizard.

Even though time was tickling, he still seemed to want to say it, as if he couldnt rest easy without telling all this in front of George.

But George knew that this came from the viciousness in Yares heart. His headphones were connected to the Anti-Magic Bureau, and many investigators could hear the conversation here.

And Yares actions would undoubtedly expose Byron involvement in the incident. From now on, he would be hunted down by the Anti-Magic Bureau and the Corona Church, and he would no longer have a foothold in the surface world.

He had seen this man, through revenge to put his mind at ease.

Yare said with a face full of indignation and hatred, I originally wanted to deal with him after the sacrifice was over, but he actually betrayed me first It turns out that he doesnt care at all whether his daughter can be resurrected or not.

George shook his head: I dont know exactly what happened, but I know what kind of person Byron is, and, since you didnt see me clearly at all, you probably didnt see Byron clearly at all either.

Hes not someone who doesnt care about his daughter, he says seriously. Maybe he just doesnt believe you, thinks youre a scum.

Yare was silent for a long time, and his originally calm face suddenly turned hideous: Stop it! This time I will send you to hell, next time, I will take care of Byron and Beland together! You all have to pay the price!

George just looked at him calmly, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Youre still this stupid and arrogant, if you hadnt tried to monopolize the relic in the first place, the three of us wouldnt have parted so easily.

Yare, people like you simply couldnt get peace of mind.

And you dont have a next time. This time, things had been very noisy. Not only Nolans anti-magic bureau but also global forces such as the Corona Church attached great importance to it.

Even if you managed to escape from Beland, the Quiet Word would no longer have a foothold in the second continent.

He just thought it in his mind but did not say it.

There was no need to talk to the man in front of him anymore.

In the earphone, Andy was shouting frantically, asking him to hold on for ten more minutes, just ten minutes.

But George knew the result was likely to be in the next moment.

Its noisy.

He frowned, took off his earphones, and calmly looked into the sky.

The Anti-Magic Bureau A-level investigators none of them could live in peace, neither die in bed.

It was just a very common ending.

He scratched his hair and said languidly, At least when I die, there are still people who remember me, and I can remember many others, so its not bad.

George picked up the headphones in his hand and finally said, Andy, help me tell Su Ling not to seek revenge on that man.

He was silent for a while and added: Tell her find a chance to quit the anti-magic bureau and be an ordinary person, study, go to school, she still has a chance Theres more to come, and its good to be a country mouse.

With that, George crumpled the earphones in his hand.

Have you finished your last words? You dont want your partner to go the old way?

Yare laughed cruelly, You are indeed right, once you become an A-class investigator you cant end well, And that girl is only experience away from being an A-level investigator.

George didnt answer him again, didnt even look at him, just looked in the direction of Beland.

For decades, he had only one job, to watch over the city.

Yare was a little annoyed, stretched out a hand, and waved it down gently.

Hundreds of cultists, including Yare, attacked at the same time. No matter how powerful George was in the end he was still a mortal just a body of flesh and blood who relies on relics to fight.

George once again picked up the black umbrella and laughed.

He did not give up fighting.

The battle lasted for a long time.

The entire villa was razed to the ground, and no life could be seen within 500 meters.

In the end, the Quiet Word lost two-thirds of its followers, and Yare, the mastermind of the murder, was nearly killed.

They accomplished their goal this time by a fluke.

All participants were terrified.

As of now, the vanguard troops sent by Quiet Word to Beland have been almost wiped out.

Yare had thought that everything would be over soon, but he did not expect that George still possessed a very frightening combat power despite the open area and the inability to use the relics properly.

George, not bad for you

Yare talked to himself, reminiscing about Georges power, and he couldnt help but admire him from the bottom of his heart.

Now he was fleeing from the outskirts of Beland to the nearest port, leaving Nolan by waterway.