Chapter 202: Chapter 105: Angel’s Advent
He had a vague, unsettling premonition.
As a wanted criminal on the Imperial Blacklist, ranked a "mere" ninety-seven, he was naturally not one of the particularly strong ones.
The reason he had been able to roam free until today, despite being hunted by Bounty Hunters and the Inquisition, was due to his extreme caution and keen nose for danger.
And right now, he smelled the scent of unease.
Because of this delay, the front line of Black Corpses was almost in his face, and the other two Skeleton Corps approaching from the flanks had already closed in.
Furthermore, the two swift units of Skeleton Cavalry had already circled around behind him, looking as if they were about to complete their encirclement.
It was obvious.
Those three young nobles weren’t just defending themselves. They were... preparing to hunt him down!
At this thought, the Scarlet Harvester instantly felt humiliated.
But he also knew very well that once he was tied down by the army of Skeletons, even with his strength, he would be caught in a bitter struggle... At that point, he might actually meet his end in this godforsaken ditch.
In a flash, the thought of retreating once again sprouted in the Scarlet Harvester’s mind.
Although he had been witnessed killing the young master of the House of Hohenzollern, which might cause some trouble later, he was already a wanted man on the Imperial Blacklist. He was used to living life on the run. At worst, he could just leave the Grimsby Empire and hide somewhere else for a while, or even throw in his lot with the Blue Scarf.
There was no need to fight to the death here.
Thinking this, he continued to float backward, increasing the distance between himself and the front line of Black Corpses, while preparing to call back his remaining Blood Bats.
However, just as his figure moved, preparing to withdraw from the battlefield, Lynch made another move.
He raised the Raven Low Speech Staff in his hand slightly, and a pale white ball of light, like a little ghost, shot straight toward the Scarlet Harvester.
It was a Weakness Curse.
Faced with this Weakness Curse, the Scarlet Harvester was initially dismissive, a sneer playing on his lips.
’What a naive young master!’
’A mere Tier Two Necromancer thinks he can stop me with a Weakness Curse?’
’Doesn’t he know that the huge gap in our Tiers will drastically reduce the effect of the Curse?’
But this trace of disdain and mockery only lasted for an instant.
The next second, his expression changed drastically.
The ball of cursed light flew too fast, its trajectory bizarre and unpredictable. In the blink of an eye, it plunged into his body through his shoulder.
’Not good.’
’I’ve been hit!’
The Scarlet Harvester felt a chill in his heart.
A feeling of weakness and heaviness washed over him like a tide. He suddenly felt his entire body go numb and powerless; nearly thirty percent of his strength had been drained in an instant.
"This... how is this possible!?"
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
’How is this the Curse of a Tier Two Necromancer?’
’Could it be... this kid is actually a Tier Four Necromancer, just pretending to be weak to lure in his prey?’
But when Lynch saw this, his expression was as calm as still water.
’That’s right, I’m indeed just a Necromancer who has recently entered Tier Two.’
’But the thing is, my Weakness Curse is at Tier Four.’
Lynch had previously suffered because his Weakness Curse wasn’t high-level enough, so he had specifically spent some time practicing the two Curses.
Compared to other skills, Curses were quite easy to train, so of course, their skill levels were the first to be maxed out.
’Using it on the Scarlet Harvester now... tsk tsk, the effect is not bad at all.’
A faint smile appeared on Lynch’s lips. He raised his Magic Staff again and cast another spell—a Pain Curse.
An intense sense of crisis washed over the Scarlet Harvester.
It seemed that in this hunt he thought he could easily win, the roles of Hunter and prey had unknowingly been reversed.
As expected, the ball of light from the Pain Curse was also extremely fast.
Already afflicted by the Weakness Curse, how could he possibly dodge it?
As the ball of cursed light entered his body, the Scarlet Harvester felt as if something had brushed against his soul, and he couldn’t help but shudder violently.
Immediately after.
"Aarghh~~"
An incredibly intense pain radiated from the depths of his soul, causing him to let out an uncontrollable, agonized roar.
Not only that, he felt every inch of his skin, every nerve in his body, become abnormally sensitive. Even the gentle night breeze now felt like the slicing of a thousand cuts as it blew against him.
’Weakness stacked with Pain.’
’This is an incredibly useful little trick for a Necromancer in the early stages. It would be even more perfect if I could learn Soul Lash.’
"Tier Four! This kid must be a Tier Four Necromancer!"
The Scarlet Harvester roared and cursed wildly in his mind.
But after the cursing, only one thought remained in his mind: escape!
Although the situation seemed like a dead end, he was, after all, a veteran powerhouse who had been tempered by countless life-and-death struggles. As long as he could withstand one wave of attacks, he still had a chance to survive before the two troops of Skeleton Cavalry completed their encirclement.
At that moment, he endured the pain and weakness, desperately channeling the blood-colored Mana in his body, his figure flickering as he retreated frantically.
However, Lynch clearly had no intention of giving him that chance.
Just then, the space behind the Scarlet Harvester suddenly rippled.
A dark vortex appeared out of thin air.
Immediately after, two tall figures, like small giants, crashed down from the vortex one after the other.
Two corpse-like roars, so loud they made one’s eardrums ache, suddenly rang out, and a terrifying, deathly aura filled the air.
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