Chapter 179 Berserk
About a dozen corpses of humans, elves, dwarves, and even gnomes lay strewn across the ground. It wasn't their deaths that had shocked the group, but the way that they'd been killed.
Each of the corpses was brutally dismembered, as if they'd been torn apart by feral beasts. Some had their limbs torn, while others had their heads cut off.
There were even some that had their stomachs and chests torn open and their innards exposed!
Such a cruel and vicious scene caused a chill to crawl up the kids' spines. No matter how many people they had killed, or how used to killing they were, this was still something unthinkable to them.
Atiel couldn't take it anymore and dropped to her knees, barfing. Daneli crouched down beside her and gently patted her back, trying to comfort her.
"Hehehe, oh, how tender and soft." A deep voice drifted into the group's ears. "Come here, little elf. Let me ravish you to my heart's content."
When Daneli heard the person say such foul words about his sister, his eyes turned bloodshot from unbridled fury. He got to his feet and stood right in front of Atiel.
His gaze landed on the person who had just spoken, a middle-aged human Magus. The words that came out of Daneli's mouth next were laced with extreme killing intent.
"Filthy human, apologize for what you said, or I'll make you wish you were dead."
Ten Magi stood right opposite the group of four, the dismembered corpses separating them in the middle. All ten of them appeared to be middle-aged. Another common characteristic was that they were all humans.
Sensing the sinister and bloodthirsty aura naturally emanating from them, moreover, from the way that they had treated the corpses, Daneli realized that these people could very likely be Dark Magi!
In this world, there was an abstract spectrum built on morals and ethical principles based upon which the Magi were differentiated. This gave birth to two factions in which like-minded Magi were grouped.
The righteous faction and the evil faction.
Magi who belonged to the righteous faction were called Light Magi, whereas Magi who belonged to the evil faction were called Dark Magi.
Since time immemorial, the two have always opposed each other. The battle between them has continued since time long past and will continue for ages to come.
It was not just a war of spells and swords, but also one of ideals.
Edward stepped forward and looked at the ten Dark Magi obstructing them. His expression turned solemn as he stated, "There's no need for us to fight meaninglessly. Let us pass."
"Hah? Meaninglessly? Let you pass?" The person who had spoken earlier, scoffed, "How naive! Don't drag this out and surrender yourselves."
"There's no point in talking." Another person chimed in. "Let's get this over with. Everyone, take care of those two boys. We can have the girls for ourselves then, hehehe."
"Those girls look ripe!"
"I know, right? Especially that elf."
"Say what you want, but I call dibs on the blonde human girl first—"
Before the last person could even finish the words he was going to say, lightning flashed in front of his eyes and the next moment, everything turned dark.
Edward had appeared in front of him at lightning speed—literally—and pummelled his head into a bloody paste with just his fist alone.
As blood splattered all over him, he gazed at the corpse with narrowed eyes and coldly muttered, "Fine, I call dibs on your head."
The Dark Magi were shocked out of their minds. Edward had suddenly appeared in their midst, taking everyone by sheer surprise.
And not just them!
Even Lisa, Daneli, and Atiel were filled with disbelief. Edward's speed was simply mind-boggling.
Daneli was the first to snap back to his senses. Taking advantage of this opening created by Edward, he decided to immediately act. The next moment, he silently cast a spell and his feet were suddenly surrounded by wisps of green wind.
Following that, he disappeared from the spot and stealthily approached the Magi nearest to him.
SLASH!
With a simple swipe of his scimitar, he effortlessly beheaded a Magus who was staring at Edward like an idiot.
Having two of their people die one after the other within just a few seconds, the rest of the Magi hurriedly retreated, at the same time preparing spells. It was perhaps their greatest mistake to look down upon their opponents because of their low numbers and age.
Now, they had to pay the price for it.
An exquisite wooden bow appeared in Atiel's hands. She readied her arrows as she glanced at Lisa. "I got your back. Go!"
Lisa solemnly nodded and rushed into battle. She cast a spell and the next moment, a whip made entirely out of vine appeared in her hand.
At the same time, Atiel also started to shoot arrows at the Dark Magi, providing ample support for her friends.
One by one, under the seamless cooperation of the four teenagers, the Dark Magi started to fall one after another.
About a hundred meters away, at the boundary between the large clearing and the lush forest, a Magus was sitting atop a tree branch and holding his crossbow with trembling hands.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
The sudden turn of events had shocked him. He along with another archer also belonged to this group of Dark Magi. They were to act as long-range support.
Dealing with the Magi that had appeared earlier was extremely easy for them. But these four kids seemed to be on a whole other level.
He soon calmed his nerves and aimed his crossbow at Edward who seemed to have gone berserk. The archer's eyes narrowed and he coldly muttered under his breath, "Heh, he won't know what hit him."
"You too."
Suddenly, he heard a cold whisper from behind him, making his entire body shudder. Before he could even turn around, he was already done for.
CRACK!
The archer's neck was easily snapped in half by a figure wearing a hooded cloak. As he gently laid the corpse on the branch, he mumbled, "This should be the last one."
He then gazed at Edward who was fighting three Magi at once and even seemed to have the upper hand.
Seeing this, the figure nodded ever so slightly. "Not bad."
Suddenly, he abruptly turned his head in a certain direction and sensed a group of eight Magi closing in on Edward and the rest's battlefield.
"Oh? These people seem quite strong," He muttered in surprise. "I should go and say hi."
The next moment, he vanished from his spot.
Like a fleeting mirage.
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