“Why Did You Piss Him Off? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey!”

Chapter 62: I’m an Artist Skilled with the Sword, I Didn’t Lie to You, Did I?

After Viktor revealed his identity, Chur stared at him intently.

Due to the darkness earlier and Viktor's all-black windbreaker, Chur hadn't immediately noticed his appearance.

But upon closer inspection, the man's features basically matched the image on the magic stone portrait.

Viktor Kravina.

The Empire's most talented fourth-tier mage.

Instinct told him that he sensed a strong feeling of crisis from this man.

But Chur wasn't afraid.

Because this was within the range of the magic-suppressing stone.

No matter how strong Viktor was, he was still just a mage.

Even the most powerful mage, if unable to construct magic, is nothing more than a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"I admit, you understand the magic-suppressing stone well," Chur said.

The magic-suppressing stone was a mineral recently discovered by the kingdom, as special as the Empire's magic stones.

But he hadn't expected that the man before him would understand the magic-suppressing stone even better than he did.

However!

"You will ultimately pay the price for your arrogance, Viktor."

Chur couldn't help but laugh towards the sky, his expression utterly maniacal.

Slaying Viktor, the Empire's top genius mage.

If he could achieve this feat, he would receive supreme honor upon returning to the kingdom!

Knowing the effects of the magic-suppressing stone, Viktor still dared to stand within its range.

If this wasn't arrogance, what was?

Viktor began trying to construct magic, but only managed to produce a few sparks of magical fire in the air.

'Even the fire origin is somewhat affected,' Viktor thought to himself.

The power of the fire origin was above the limitations of the magic-suppressing stone, but as a collection of elemental magic power, it was still affected by the stone.

Viktor carefully sensed it.

If he forcibly used fire magic, he could probably exert about one-tenth of his original fire magic.

If Viktor wanted, he could summon a meteor much smaller than the one in the capital.

Although the power would be reduced.

But it would definitely be enough to instantly kill these warriors whose average level didn't exceed 30.

Viktor's gaze turned towards Chur.

As the battle triggered, a health bar and level appeared above Chur's head.

Level 32.

In the future Chur quest, his level would be 35.

Chur was startled when he saw the flames ignite in Viktor's hand, but became arrogant again when he saw the flames rapidly extinguish.

This wasn't wrong; a mage unable to cast magic posed no threat.

Chur didn't waste any more words and directly shouted to the warriors beside him:

"Don't waste time! Kill him quickly!"

The warriors raised their swords and slowly walked towards Viktor.

Lia, watching everything happening inside from outside, furrowed her brow.

The Mage's Hand on her own hand had lost its effect, so Viktor, who was inside, shouldn't be able to use magic either.

What exactly was Viktor trying to do?

Regardless of what he was planning, Lia had to be prepared to rescue him.

So, she said to Leanne beside her:

"Prepare to save Viktor. He can't die."

"Yes."

Receiving the order, Leanne drew the wooden sword from her back, her body tensing like a cheetah.

Inside the barrier, the warriors were closing in on Viktor step by step.

Viktor stood still, not moving, just staring straight at the few warriors walking towards him, as if he didn't know how to fight without magic.

"Die!"

A kingdom warrior reached Viktor's side, his longsword swiftly falling, about to slash at Viktor.

Almost instantly, Leanne beside Lia transformed into a gust of wind, rushing towards the barrier like a streak of light.

But just as she was about to touch the barrier.

What happened inside the barrier made her stop in her tracks.

She widened her eyes, full of disbelief.

A longsword pierced through the warrior's skull, and in an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

As if instantly losing consciousness, the warrior stared with wide eyes, unable to close them in death.

Viktor pulled out the sword in his hand, allowing the mixture of blood and brain matter to splash onto his face.

He casually wiped it away, his expression unchanged.

Fatal attack!

In the game, except for boss units, any unit had a fatal weakness.

As long as the player's own level was higher than the opponent's, finding this spot meant they could ignore the health bar and attack, killing with one hit!

And the fatal weakness of humans was the easiest to find.

Although Viktor was restricted in his use of magic power.

But now, he was level 41.

"Continue," Viktor said, standing in place, his voice cold as ice.

Even though Chur was battle-hardened, seeing Viktor's cruel killing method made him somewhat panicked.

His mind was full of various doubts.

Is he really a mage? Where did that sword come from!?

Cold sweat broke out on Chur's palms, and a sense of crisis surged up again. He no longer cared about anything else. Seeing the kingdom warriors standing by around him, he immediately shouted loudly.

"All of you, attack! Kill him!"

Several warriors raised their swords, quickly surrounding Viktor.

One person slashed straight down at Viktor, but Viktor dodged it skillfully with agile footwork.

But at this moment, the attack from the warrior behind him also came!

"Squelch!"

The sound of a blade piercing through a body rang out, blood spraying forth.

The warrior who had intended to sneak attack looked at the longsword that had suddenly appeared in his chest, his eyes gradually dimming.

"Second one," Viktor counted, as if tolling the death knell for everyone.

Perhaps due to fear, or perhaps due to arrogant confidence, the warriors finally went berserk.

Blood qi wrapped around these people as they charged towards Viktor like madmen.

But these movements, in Viktor's eyes, were as if they had been slowed down dozens of times.

He seemed to move out of habit, just slightly shifting backward a few inches, easily avoiding the incoming blades.

Then, he raised his hand.

The longsword thrust out, aiming straight for the heart of the kingdom warrior in front of him.

Clang——

However, this time, the blade was blocked by the sturdy armor on the opponent's chest.

That warrior breathed a sigh of relief, quickly raising his sword, preparing to attack again.

But suddenly, he froze in place.

Feeling his life rapidly slipping away, he widened his eyes.

A gush of hot blood burst from his chest, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Pity, I made a small mistake."

"But you didn't manage to seize the opportunity of my mistake."

Viktor's chilling voice rang out as he pulled out his sword, letting the dead warrior crash to the ground.

Chur widened his eyes, this time seeing clearly.

At the moment the warrior raised his sword.

Viktor's silver sword had somehow slipped into the gap between the armor plates.

The slightly curved silver sword had pierced that warrior's heart.

Every strike, fatal!

The remaining few began to fear. They all swung at Viktor together, but their movements still seemed incredibly slow in Viktor's eyes.

He seemed to have found his rhythm, his movements becoming incredibly fluid. He slightly bent down to avoid several swords that swept through the air, then sidestepped to dodge the slash from another side.

In the intervals between these warriors' attacks, the longsword thrust towards their weak points.

Without exception, hitting precisely.

Blood completely dyed Viktor's silver sword red.

The last warrior took a deep breath, gripping his sword tightly, and thrust towards Viktor.

Viktor skillfully sidestepped the sword, his blade extending.

One sword, one life!

Precise and elegant.

Leanne stood just outside the barrier, watching Viktor's entire performance.

She stood there, dumbfounded.

Viktor's swordsmanship, compared to swordsmen who had trained for years, could definitely not be called exquisite.

But after watching this one-sided slaughter, Leanne could only describe Viktor with one phrase.

Clean! Efficient!

Only this evaluation was worthy of the current Viktor.

Like a battle-hardened warrior, he gave the impression that he could dodge their attacks even with his eyes closed, precisely finding the weak points on the enemy's body in the intervals between their attacks.

Delivering a fatal blow with each strike.

He wore a black windbreaker, wielding a blood-soaked longsword.

At his feet lay corpses oozing fresh blood.

Under the moonlight, he was as elegant as a dancer in a requiem.

"How... is this possible?" Leanne murmured, her body involuntarily shuddering.

He was supposed to be just a mage, yet he was so outstanding in close combat.

A genius?

No.

He was a monster.

"Monster... you're not a mage! You're not Viktor! You absolutely cannot be Viktor!"

Chur was shocked by this scene. Blood flowed to his feet, his subordinates falling one by one as if they were vegetables being chopped. His mind went blank, left with only one thought.

The person before him was a monster!

Viktor shook the blood off his sword. Under the moonlight, the blade's gleam seemed particularly dazzling.

Except for the blood that had splattered on his face at the beginning, the rest of the people weren't even worthy of having their blood touch him.

"I like traditional bosses like you," Viktor suddenly explained, his tone full of cold mockery.

"First, you let your subordinates come to die. After watching most of them get killed, you jump out for the final battle."

"Cliché, but I like it."

Viktor snapped his fingers, and endless flames spread, burning all the dead bodies on the ground to ashes, gradually dispersing with a gentle breeze.

Chur finally panicked. Viktor could use magic, he could actually use magic!

Damn it! How is this possible!?

"From beginning to end, the advantage you thought you had was what I wanted you to believe."

Viktor gripped his silver sword, slowly walking towards Chur.

Seeing the monster continuously approaching him, Chur's forehead was covered in sweat. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The sword in his hand fell heavily into the mud. Chur no longer had the strength to pick it up.

"Your arrogance, your inflated ego, led you step by step into the abyss of despair."

"But don't worry, I won't let you die before I get useful information from you."

Viktor raised his sword, pointing the tip at Chur, lifting his head slightly to signal him.

"Pick up your weapon."

"Let's continue."