Chapter 110: Chapter 108: Magic Puppet Is an Overwhelming Force Against Ordinary People

Basic wind magic, Wind Blade!

Anarce’s specialty magic is in wind, characterized by invisibility, only perceptible through sensing the magic power fluctuations in the air.

Of course, wind magic can stir up dust and other things, so it appears to have shape.

But at this moment, under Anarce’s deliberate concealment, the Wind Blade was invisible and directly cut into the approaching hand.

If released by a magic puppet, it wouldn’t be just a simple cut.

Anarce’s counterattack instantly changed the faces of all surrounding people.

"No good! She’s already become a Mage!"

"Run!"

"Ah! My leg!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"..."

As the counterattack began, Anarce didn’t hold back.

The magic puppet hidden in the shadows already launched its attack.

First-level wind magic, Air Cannon, accurately hit everyone’s legs except seemingly the leader.

This magic is not as sharp as Wind Blade but forceful, like a heavy hammer hitting a person directly.

These few weren’t mages, their legs were shattered on the spot, unable to escape.

"It’s not you guys..."

Anarce muttered lowly, shaking her head. The magic puppet stopped the only uninjured person, lifting him with one hand.

"Take me to your Flame Sun Association’s hideout, and I’ll spare you."

The opponent, seeing the magic puppet lifting him with one hand and Anarce slowly approaching, was filled with fear, nodding repeatedly, "I-I’ll take you, don’t kill me!"

His fear was genuine.

Seeing Anarce’s eyes full of hatred and the people lying around, he hastily said, "This, this matter has nothing to do with me, I know nothing about it, it was the guy Volcanic Stone who called us here, he said you owe the Flame Sun Association money, told us to come find you for the money."

"Lead the way." Anarce said coldly.

"O-Okay."

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Hilia stopped a fellow who was lurking in the shadows, planning to flee the scene after witnessing Anarce’s display of divine power to inform others.

"Where are you rushing to?"

"Get lost, don’t block my way."

With the words, the opponent reached out to push Hilia away.

However, his hand hadn’t yet touched Hilia when he felt piercing cold on his hand.

Not an adjective.

The thug horrifiedly realized his hand near Hilia was rapidly freezing, losing sensation.

"Hmph, the local gangs have no manners, no wonder they’re doomed."

"You-you-you, you’re with her?"

"I’m just a passerby, you tried to push me, I only counterattacked." The girl said very innocently.

"You... sorry, it’s my fault for offending the Mage, I have elderly and children to care for, please spare me."

"Alright." Hilia smiled: "But, I don’t like people rushing around, you can leave, but walk slowly, don’t hurry, okay?"

The thug cursed inwardly but dared not to look Hilia in the eyes, fearing she’d consider it an offense and kill him.

The frozen hand slowly regained sensation, the process was quite sour, not painful, but enough to make cold sweat flow.

The thug endured this sour feeling, bypassed Hilia, and was about to run when a terrifying cold attacked from behind.

"You’re ignoring my words?"

"N-no." The thug made a face worse than crying, forced to advance slowly.

This informant mission failed, fearing others will arrive before him.

...

Warm Tavern.

A tavern claiming to offer warmth to guests throughout the year.

It was daytime now, but it was more bustling than the Mercenary Tavern.

In the tavern’s center, a bonfire burned fiercely, reaching skyward.

Fortunately, the building was hollowed-out, with a very high ceiling, preventing a fire disaster.

Around the bonfire was a circular stage, on which a dozen girls were freely expressing their youth amidst the fiery flames, the fire illuminating them red, sweat flowing continuously, seemingly hot, yet smiling and accepting the guests’ teasing.

A circle of people was seated around the bonfire, only slightly farther away was there a space.

Cre-ak!

The wooden door opened, a cold wind blew in from outside, making nearby guests unconsciously glance outside, then turn back to continue chatting.

But they suddenly froze, feeling the person entering was odd, then looked again, seeing a figure thrown straight in by a magic puppet, crashing a table, lying on the ground groaning.

This unexpected situation immediately drew everyone’s attention.

A multitude of guests exclaimed.

Immediately, many guests stood up, grabbing their weapons, glaring angrily at the door where the magic puppet and a girl appeared.

"Who are they?"

"Dare to make trouble at the Flame Sun Association’s territory!"

"Kill her!"

"..."

A bunch of gang thugs clattered, grabbing weapons and rushing forward.

These thugs, who had never seen a mage’s terror, thought their numbers would certainly scare the enemy.

Facing the gang’s aggressive charge, Anarce’s mouth curved into a smile.

Her magic puppet gripped a long sword, its tip lowered.

"Wind."

A breeze appeared around the magic puppet, it charged into the crowd like lightning, slicing one by one!

A thug’s sword slashed on it, leaving a shallow mark, then numbing his palm.

Ordinary swords and knives, before the magic puppet’s defense, were like toys made of paper, utterly laughable.

At this moment, Hilia observing from the dark, faced with the slaughter caused by the magic puppet, her face wasn’t good.

Luckily, she didn’t see it firsthand, only saw through Rose’s spiritual power.

Watching the magic puppet unfettered, Hilia couldn’t help but say: "Without magic puppets, a mage might be beaten to death by ordinary people due to magic power exhaustion, but with them, ordinary people have no chance to resist.

"Mr. Rose previously said today’s mages emphasize magic puppets and neglect themselves, which is upside down, but without the magic puppets, Anarce couldn’t manage revenge, right?"

Rose nodded: "You’re right, magic puppets are war machines, mechanization isn’t bad, but that’s for battlefields, you need to consider situations of being close to enemies or their magic puppets, improving oneself won’t be wrong."

"But if the enemy gets close past the magic puppet, doesn’t it mean you’re utterly outmatched? If you’re close there’s no escaping, right?"

Rose stared at Hilia: "You might not know, even with today’s magic puppet technology, there are ways to sever the connection between a magic puppet and a mage."

Hilia froze, "Sever the connection with a magic puppet? I’ve never heard of a magic capable of that."

"Because it’s not a magic, it’s divine magic."

"Isn’t that a bit far from me..."

"Yes, so I’m preparing to downgrade divine magic, developing a spell-level technique to instantly sever the connection between magic puppet and mage."

"????"