"Uh..."
Anielo stared in disbelief, mouth hanging open. Saliva and tears slid down his cheeks, and he could only make hoarse, pained sounds.
The elites did not pause their assault for even a moment. Taking advantage of Anielo's inability to dodge while surrounded, they accurately drove an ice spike into the calf of his lower leg. The bone-chilling magic made him feel as though his calf had been cut off, robbing it of all sensation.
A pair of large hands forced his head to the ground, while the others pounced like hungry tigers, driving ice spikes one after another into his hands and feet. They pierced his collar and trousers, and blood immediately soaked his dark-gray coat before freezing solid in an instant.
He could barely feel the pain before losing sensation, yet the cold, terrifying touch still instinctively drew a scream from Anielo.
In the end, his body gradually lost all feeling. The color drained from his face until he was as pale as paper. He could only stiffly watch everything happen, unable to offer any resistance.
Even if his limbs had been cut off at that moment, he probably would not have felt any pain.
The Demon King Army's Guard Squad from the province calmly restrained Anielo, completing their mission.
Even if the target had been another bishop's Holy Son or Saintess, anyone who dared cause trouble in the city-state and then willingly entered this room, which was covered in restrictive barriers designed specifically for mages, would have had no room to turn things around after being surrounded and hunted by a well-coordinated group of warriors—not even someone at the peak of Tier 6.
"You... you..."
Anielo lay facedown on the floor, struggling to look ahead.
Viscount Qin Shton's expression seemed to have changed. He stood there, staring