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The worm’s view had completely vanished from his mind, and the old man was extremely puzzled, aware that ordinary flintlock bullets could not kill a worm in one strike.

There was some mystery to that shot just now.

In the darkness, the old man standing behind the tree furrowed his brows, filled with apprehension.

If the opponent could freely shoot bullets with that kind of power, he could even consider retreating because aside from multiple types of summoned creatures, basically none would survive one or two blows.

“Perhaps it’s neither firearms nor spells, but the effect of a mysterious rare artifact?” The old man pondered for a long time without an answer and could only become more vigilant in his heart.

“Wuu!”

The bull-headed human-bodied demon Baal howled in anger, its huge body taking a heavy toll from the Fischer family guards’ alchemical explosive attacks, its constantly regenerating flesh revealing white bone beneath.

It was on its last breath and full of rage when it suddenly turned and retreated swiftly, the old man controlling it to pull back to a safe distance, its shattered flesh regrowing at a visible rate.

The opponent had already escaped the throw range of the alchemical explosives, and the flintlocks weren’t very effective; the Fischer family guards also didn’t rashly attack.

Without the cooperation of the worm, the threat from the bull’s head demon Baal alone wasn’t significant, so the old man obviously wouldn’t send it to its death without meaning, opting instead to let it recover.

“I still have half of my mental power remaining, what should be my next move to have the correct choice?”

“Hmm…”

He thought rapidly about what tactics to use and how to allocate the remaining mental power.

It was either to “Strengthen” and summon a giant bull’s head demon Baal that could ignore the power of the alchemical explosives, withstand all attacks, and directly destroy the building.

Or to summon three different types of summoned creatures for a collective attack, or maybe use “Strengthen” on other summoned creatures? Try completely different tactical effects?

The choice of tactics had a significant impact on the outcome of the battle, and he had to think carefully.

Although the effect of “Strengthen” was powerful, it would consume three times the mental power and instantly deplete his remaining mental power; it was certainly not the best choice.

The old man even clearly realized one thing, assaulting Fischer Manor tonight might not have been a good idea.

Although the only member of the Fischer family who had reached Level 2, the man named Byrne Fischer, wasn’t here, the remaining Extraordinary Exponents and even the guards all had decent combat skills.

He suddenly noticed in the view of a few black ants that the tall figure suspected to be “Chris” continued to approach their position.

According to the intelligence he had purchased, the old man knew that there were currently three Extraordinary Exponents in the Fischer Manor; they were Irene Fischer, Chris Fischer, and a girl named Vanessa.

“What exactly is going on? How do they keep knowing my position?”

Upon realizing this, the old man was astounded and decided to kill this person who was approaching first, then retreat and wait for a better opportunity!

Yes, he chose to retreat.

Tonight, he who was supposed to be lurking had suddenly been exposed, the Fischer family had an absurdly tight defense prepared in advance, and they always managed to detect his exact location!

He felt that continuing the fight would hardly allow him to easily take down the people in the manor, and once other Extraordinary Exponents from the town came to support, he would be in danger of being surrounded.

The best choice was to retreat, but his heart was filled with reluctance; he decided to still kill one Bloodline Knight of the Fischer family first.

The streets outside Fischer Manor were clean and lined with trees. The old man’s black ants detected a new situation: a female spellcaster appeared behind a tree a hundred meters away.

She wore hunting attire and riding boots, with emerald-like short hair, exuding a valiant and heroic temperament as she stood there.

She summoned a flock of white birds that quickly flew towards the old man’s position!

A hundred meters?

The old man was not panicked but quickly analyzed and hypothesized in his mind.

Since the enemy knew his exact location and stood at precisely a hundred meters away, it was likely she was a summoner spellcaster of mid-level Beginning, meaning her maximum operational range was one hundred meters.

He was well aware that those birds were meant to self-destruct, and so he quickly chanted a spell, summoning a creature that resembled a terrapin with two heads, a massive shell, and the size of a grinding stone.

The two-headed terrapin moved extremely slowly, only able to huddle next to the old man and spit out heavy, iron-like water pellets that shot down the birds one by one in midair.

“Eh, not good!”

The old man saw the birds being shot down one after another and initially thought there was no issue, but then he discovered something terrifying!

The birds were just a diversion; behind them were hidden fireflies!

Numerous fireflies scattered and flew in, and the terrapin’s water pellets only managed to shoot down half. The remaining fireflies looked like they were about to reach the old man.

“Zi!”

Suddenly, white flashes of lightning surged from the old man’s black robe, like white torches in the dark night!

Bolts of lightning, branching like tree limbs, pierced the air, automatically tracking down the hostile fireflies, completely burning them to a crisp, prematurely detonating them and creating roaring explosions in the darkness.

The automatic counterattack of the Treasure class mysterious rare artifact successfully defended against the aerial assault, and the two-headed terrapin magic beast, very close to the old man, was not affected in the slightest. Those unnatural bolts of lightning automatically distinguished friend from foe.

But deep inside, the old man was overcome with a strong premonition of doom.

“This is bad!”

The old man’s face completely changed. His most important means of defense, the Treasure class rare artifact, had been tricked by mere fireflies!

It couldn’t be used continuously, and for the next several dozen seconds, he would be in a “vacuum period.”

Meanwhile, several black ants had located the female spellcaster.

Contrary to the old man’s expectations, even though she was a spellcaster, she was surprisingly agile, managing to evade while limping. Then, through the fireflies, she prematurely detonated the black ants that were about to explode.

What’s going on?

Wasn’t she a spellcaster? And even a disabled person? Why was her physical condition obviously stronger than that of an ordinary person?

“It makes no sense. What exactly is going on…”

The old man’s mind was somewhat confused, feeling that many of the things he encountered upon coming to the Fischer family today were contrary to the common knowledge of battles between Extraordinary Exponents of the past.

He was slightly horrified. The Extraordinary Exponents of the Fischer family were all very strange. What exactly were those abnormal powers they possessed?

Despite the fear rising in his heart, the old man did not stop. He cast another spell, intending to summon new creatures to cover his retreat.

At the same time, he recalled his body that had almost fully recovered, like a bull’s head demon Baal reborn.

“Bang!”

Just as the treasure-class artifact’s gap in protection was about to end, a bullet came unexpectedly, causing the old man’s neck to throb in pain—his spell was interrupted!

He clutched his neck in shock, unable to speak a word!

“Ugh!”

Why would someone suddenly shoot nearby when the enemy-seeking spell “Summoning Fiery Red Ants” had confirmed that there was no one around!

The old man, unable to believe it, turned his head while clutching his bleeding neck, staring fiercely at a tree not far away.

The silver-haired youth had stealthily approached in the dark, crouched on the tree, holding a flintlock aimed at him.

Who was he?

The old man didn’t understand who the attacker was at all!

If the youth from before wasn’t Chris, and he was Chris, then who was the previous youth?

Having completed one shot and secured his victory, Chris, with indifferent coldness, quickly reloaded a second bullet.

Agile as a cat, he leaped from the tree, giving no chance for retaliation.

Sure enough, as expected, just as he jumped down, the two-headed terrapin spat out a heavy water ball that completely shattered the large tree!

“Ugh, ah!”

The old man didn’t die immediately, trembling as he took a crimson vial from his pocket and ingested the sticky liquid within that resembled blood.

I still have a chance!

He bemoaned within his heart that as soon as he recovered, he would immediately use “Strengthen” to summon some summoned creature.

To his utter astonishment, the old man discovered that the wound on his neck did not heal; the reason was utterly unknown, but the precious life-preserving potion had no effect!

There were too many incomprehensible events tonight; trembling, the old man lay on the ground, feeling life slowly ebbing away, and his body’s intense pain, leaving only immense fear and confusion deep within his heart.

“Cough cough cough!”

He continued to cough out blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The members of the Fischer family who were Extraordinary Exponents,

were simply not normal!

What was really going on with them!

Members of the Fischer family suddenly realized that all the summoned creatures from the enemy began to behave abnormally; the control spells on them seemed to fail all at once.

“Aow!”

The bull’s head demon Baal, no longer controlled, charged towards the manor driven by its instincts until Erik hit it with poison mist spray. It covered its eyes in pain, wailing in place for a long time until it was completely killed by the alchemical explosive.

Those explosive black ants scattered and frantically fled, and it wasn’t easy for Vanessa and Archibald to detonate them before they could explode upon encountering anyone.

The magic beast with two heads was, in fact, a mysterious creature called Celagram from the western regions of the Ouden Continent.

Once the control spell ceased, its heads completely withdrew into its shell, no longer participating in any external matters.

Archibald exhaled in relief, shouting excitedly, “The control on the summoned creatures has failed, that guy must be dead!”

Indeed, all of them had heard about this from Vanessa.

Most of the summoned creatures of a summoning spellcaster are mysterious beings forcibly summoned from this world or other worlds.

And as soon as the summoner dies, all control over the summoned creatures is released, and they all act according to their own instincts and will.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Archibald wanted to rush to the old man’s side but very rarely heard Chris’s loud shout.

“Don’t go over there!”

Chris, who had reloaded his bullet, reappeared, standing in the darkness a hundred meters away with an orichalcum alchemical flintlock, accurately shooting the old man’s corpse with another bullet.

“Bang!”

“Aaaaaahhhh!”

The old man, who had been lying there for a long time, suddenly let out a howl of pain and anger!

As a spellcaster, his physical condition wasn’t as robust as that of a Bloodline Knight, but it was still a bit stronger than an average person’s; he hadn’t completely died yet but also couldn’t focus enough to muster his spiritual power.

Fischer family!

I curse you; you’ll all go to hell sooner or later!

It won’t be long, just a little while longer, and the Sea God will prepare the final funeral for you and the Cyart people of the East Coast!

Archibald froze, realizing the enemy had intentionally released the control over the summoned creatures and then pretended to be dead on the ground.

If he had approached carelessly, he might have been killed in a surprise attack by the dying enemy.

“So that was it…”

He trembled in fear, recalling the teachings of Hospital Director Irene.

Cautious! Secretive!

He often faced punishment from the director for his carelessness and almost died tonight due to his lack of caution.

The recent scene made everyone more vigilant. They waited a while longer until Chris completed his third follow-up shot, confirming that the old man was completely dead, and members of the Fischer family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“We won!”

Cheers erupted, the shouting of dozens of people was loud, and only at that moment did the neighbors around the streets dare to open their windows and doors, peeking quietly in this direction.

When Chris walked over to the corpse of the old man, Archibald, with a sweaty face, also approached, somewhat at a loss, muttering:

“Thank you, thank you, Chris. Thank you.”

Chris stopped in his tracks, turning back to look at him with calmness.

“Survive.”