novelcrest Chapter 127 Swift and Decisive Measures
Chapter 127 Swift and Decisive Measures
Chapter 127 Swift and Decisive Measures
A flicker of emotion crossed Mary's face; exchanging her own life for her companion's was not out of the question.
Roy, who was hiding in the shadows, was furious at the Ikelos Familia's inducement. He knew that if Mary went ashore, it would only be another person being killed. He probably wouldn't bother with capturing other heretics.
As for Mary, anyone who touches her will die!
"The forest and sky, now distant and gone. The endless night sky, studded with countless stars—"
Roy lowered his voice and began to chant. Adventurers are different from monsters. Cunning adventurers will turn and run away as soon as they encounter a bad situation.
He has to take care of a large group of people at the same time.
Magic is the best choice.
Upon seeing that Mary intended to come ashore, the members of the Ikelos Familia were overjoyed. Their efforts over the past ten days had finally paid off. Overwhelmed by fatigue and surprise, their vigilance was at its lowest point at that moment.
"The Wind of Light!"
When the chanting ended, numerous emerald green orbs of light appeared around Roy, illuminating the entire cave.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
By the time the Ikelos Familia noticed this, it was too late; a barrage of emerald green orbs of light rained down on them.
The explosions instantly engulfed more than a dozen members of the Ikeros Familia, followed by a series of explosions.
Seven or eight low-level fodder died on the spot, while the rest sustained injuries of varying degrees.
The sudden turn of events left the Ikelos Scroll Clan dumbfounded, their minds blank as if they were sitting on rocks.
Roy tensed his leg muscles and charged towards the group with all his might, taking out the elven holy sword from his ring and reaping their lives.
A sharp sword light flashed, easily slicing through even a shield made of fine iron.
Its cut surface is incredibly smooth, demonstrating just how terrifying the Elven Holy Sword's sharpness is. Even disregarding its many special effects, it is still a rare and formidable weapon.
One by one, Roy chopped off heads.
A middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. "This magic? Gale—no, it's Sprout of Justice!"
"drink!"
Upon witnessing Roy slaughtering his clan members, the middle-aged man flew into a rage and brandished his broadsword, slashing fiercely at Roy.
In the brief moment he realized what was happening, Roy finished off almost all the members of the Ikeros Familia, leaving corpses scattered all over the ground.
Clang!
Roy turned to block, and the elven holy sword clashed with the opponent's greatsword, producing a metallic clang.
Both men channeled their power into their weapons. The middle-aged man stared at Roy with a predatory gaze. "Sprout of Justice, what are you doing?"
"Is it strange to rob monsters in the dungeon?" Roy smiled coldly, recalling the man's information in his mind: Gran Grace, a level 3 adventurer and one of the executives of the Ikeros Familia.
Having reached LV.3 for over ten years, his ability values and combat experience are undoubtedly among the best at this level.
Gran's eyes widened. Strange, of course strange! You're a member of the Astrea Familia! Where's your justice? Where's your faith?! Have they been eaten by dogs?!
"Roy-I—"
When Mary saw Roy appear, she called out to him in surprise.
Roy nodded slightly at the other person.
Seeing their interaction, Gran seemed to understand something and growled, "Sprout of Justice, you're actually colluding with these heretical monsters! Do you know what the consequences will be if this is exposed?"
Although there is a profession called Beast Tamer among adventurers, it is more of a performance-based job. In front of the public, they make monsters fear them, thereby reassuring the people.
Nobody makes friends with a monster!
Even if these monsters possessed intelligence comparable to humans, they would still be heretics and unacceptable to people.
Gran sneered, "Hahaha, colluding with monsters, you'll be utterly ruined!"
Hearing Gran's threat, Roy sneered, "Do you think anyone would believe that?"
There are too many rumors about Orario every day.
You accuse me of colluding with monsters? I'll accuse your clan of building artificial labyrinths and smuggling monsters!
No one is clean to begin with; unless someone sees it with their own eyes on the surface, no one will believe it.
Moreover, Roy's reputation is far better than that of the low-profile Ikeros Familia. He even saved a lot of people recently, so he can turn around and sue you for slander!
Go talk to the guild if you have anything to say!
Roy's unyielding attitude made Grant's face turn ugly. He was indeed not easy to deal with, and didn't seem like a naive sixteen-year-old kid at all.
As both sides poured their power into their weapons, Gran was forced to retreat, staring incredulously at Roy, whose abilities were superior to his own.
How is that possible?
This kid has only been at LV.3 for a short time! But the facts are right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe it.
click!
A faint sound rang out, and a tiny nick appeared in Gran's greatsword as it was cleaved open by the elven holy sword.
Gran was shocked. This piece of equipment cost him three million falies of his savings. What on earth was that sword in Roy's hand that was so sharp?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it can cut through iron like mud.
Greed gleamed in his eyes. He stepped back and began chanting a magical incantation, "My lord, grant me the black mist that shrouds the world; it will engulf everything and become the only path to survival in the darkness—"
When faced with an adventurer casting a spell, there are only two ways to deal with it: kill the adventurer before they finish casting the spell, or run as far away as possible!
Roy's choice was to stay put and look at the other person with a strange expression.
Boom!
As Gran finished chanting, his spiritual power transformed into magical essence, blasting out a vast expanse of black mist that blotted out the sky.
It was pitch black, and using the black fog to block Roy's view, Gran quickly fled towards the passage.
Roy shook his head, as expected.
With inferior stats and equipment, Roy didn't believe any other adventurer, except for those few at the top of Orario, would be so stubborn!
Burn the heavens!
Roy used the special effects of the Elven Holy Sword to instantly drain the magic energy within a two-kilometer radius, transforming it into raging flames that coiled around the slender sword. Accompanied by a roar, the surging crimson flames transformed into a giant dragon, which, with a powerful tail swing and frantic breath, burned a large patch of black mist in front of him to ashes.
Its coverage area is extremely wide, instantly engulfing Gran.
When Roy approached, the veteran LV.3 adventurer lay on the ground, charred black, barely alive.
Without any mercy, he plunged the elven holy sword into Gran's heart, causing him to die.
"Roy~"
Seeing that the battle was over, Mary was overjoyed and leaped out of the water, landing in Roy's arms.
Roy carried the mermaid girl in a princess carry. Although she was a monster, her body was the softest he had ever touched, bar none.
Mary's little face pressed tightly against Roy's, rubbing against him like a pet husky—
Roy casually rescued the rabbit heretic, and with a swing of his elven holy sword, the iron cage and chains imprisoning it were easily cleaved open by the sharp blade.
This needle-pricked rabbit was covered in wounds from the torture.
Seeing her compatriots in such pain, Mary's face was filled with sorrow, and tears welled up in her eyes.