Battle

Wizard!

In the Northern Territory, this is often associated with elements such as power, mystery, and evil.

Rumor has it that they enjoy creating all sorts of bizarre creatures or abducting children to concoct mysterious potions.

There are also rumors that they are immortal, possess the secrets to longevity, and enjoy toying with souls.

In short, the reviews were quite negative, and even ordinary knights' squires would feel fear upon first hearing about it.

"He's just a Wizard, isn't he? Continue!"

Andrews roared furiously, his face contorted with rage.

He felt a pang of regret. He had made perfect preparations, but he hadn't expected his opponent to be an extremely rare Wizard!

'But even Wizard, I've killed them before! Their magic, though powerful, has limitations... Once they're exhausted, even a mere knight's squire can cut down their frail bodies.'

'Offending a Wizard is impossible to resolve; the only solution is to kill him and eliminate the threat forever.'

Sometimes, things in this world are just that helpless.

The conflict escalated from a minor issue to a point of no return, eventually becoming a bitter feud between the two sides.

Or, inexplicable hatred.

Sulu was fully aware of this.

He knew the root of the problem was that his own strength was insufficient; he had only displayed the mere ' Black Iron Rank ' power, and he was not a nobleman but just a commoner. This was the cause of the trouble!

If he already held even the lowest rank of nobility, even just a court title that wasn't hereditary, these two wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

'Class? Identity?'

Sulu laughed loudly, "In the face of pure violence, it's nothing at all!"

As he laughed, a terrifying pressure suddenly arose and spread outwards.

Although his Spirit Pressure was suppressed, it was still enough to intimidate ordinary people without any problem.

Although the knights and squires present had all undergone rigorous training, they felt as if they were facing a Icefield Wolf alone in the freezing cold. They trembled and forgot to load their bows and crossbows.

"Charge!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sulu spurred his horse forward and drew his Cross Sword.

He hadn't actually practiced any swordsmanship; it felt like he was wielding Cross Sword as if it were a wooden stick.

Ta-da!

However, their terrifying physical abilities still caused many knights and squires to experience numbness in their arms, their weapons to fly out of their hands, and to be cut down from their horses.

He let out a long laugh and rushed out through the gap.

"Chase after them!"

Seeing Sulu break through, Andrews and Mars were the two most anxious and immediately urged the Knights to give chase.

Just then, Sulu suddenly turned around, and an orange fireball appeared on his right hand, which slammed towards him!

--Fireball!

This was no ordinary ' Lesser Fireball ' he had experimented with before; in the Main World, it was almost equivalent to the destructive power of a grenade explosion!

Even in this world, the damage caused is terrifying.

Not to mention Sulu used a 'counterattack', casting Fireball directly at the face of a knight who had charged too far ahead!

Even if the opponent is wearing a mask, there are still gaps for breathing and eyes!

The flames rushed in and erupted, creating an even more terrifying effect.

This valiant knight, clad in iron armor, didn't even have time to utter a sound before his head exploded, and he fell from his horse.

Sir Norman?!

Andrews and Mars felt an even chill run through them. This was a true lord with a fiefdom, and to see him die right before their eyes was simply unbelievable. "You... you actually dared to murder a nobleman?"

The death of a few squires is one thing, but the killing of a full member would definitely alarm the vice-captain ' Silver Hand ' and the Duke of Wolf Castle!

As the instigators, they will definitely be punished; it's impossible to keep this a secret any longer.

Of course, as the direct perpetrator, Sulu's fate was even worse.

"Hehe..."

Sulu sneered and remained silent.

When faced with someone coming to kill, why should you care about your identity?

However, the hints in the Attribute Panel gave him a small surprise.

[XP+40]

'How can a mere Tier 1 Black Iron Rank professional have such high experience?'

He might have had this kind of strength and gains when he was at the first or second tier, but it would be impossible after the third tier.

'Could it be... that it's because we live in different worlds, and their soul essence is higher? No... it must be that my soul essence is too high, resulting in more suppression and greater constraints... which has invisibly narrowed the power gap, thus allowing me to gain more experience...'

Sulu's eyes lit up: 'I didn't expect... there's a way to bypass the experience penalty, but unfortunately... this is, after all, the world of Twilight of the Gods.'

If there are many extraordinary individuals in this world, he could go on a killing spree and perhaps even accumulate enough experience points to break through to the legendary level.

Unfortunately, the entire Northland, which occupies almost one-fifth of the continent, only has one Northern Knights!

Sulu narrowed his eyes slightly, two cards appeared in his hand, and flashed backward:

--"Mud Swamp!"

--"Entwined by vines!"

Instantly, the once flat road became a muddy mess, as if we had entered a swamp.

Not only that, but black vines sprouted out, like snakes, and coiled towards the knights behind them.

"Ah!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Riding at high speed through mud is already a huge test of horsemanship, and with the added obstacle of vines, many riders fell off their horses.

The same was true for the remaining six knights.

"Drink!"

Mars swung his greatsword with all his might, smashing a vine covered in sharp spikes through the air. Feeling the ache and numbness in his arm, he was astonished. "This vine... it's practically the thickness of the thickest cable..."

He even felt like he had struck an iron bar!

"Impossible..."

Andrews stared grimly at his mount, which was bound by vines. "How could Wizard be so strong?"

The Wizard he killed earlier didn't possess such terrifying abilities and magic!

For the first time, he felt a sense of crisis, facing death.

The next moment, Andrews noticed that the knight was no longer on the horse in front of him, and his expression changed drastically. "Watch out... defensive formation!"

"Ah!"

"Help me!"

In the muddy field, a dark figure darted swiftly, as if dancing an elegant waltz, reaping lives along the way.

The opponent wielded a jet-black dagger, and even the armor of the Black Iron Knight seemed as fragile as paper before that gleamless blade, easily sliced through.

"Watch out, he's behind you."

Mars Mas's pupils widened.

"Ah!"

A bronze sheen gleamed on Andrews' back, and then, with a sinister grin, he tilted his Cross Sword and delivered a vicious backhand strike!

He was confident that he could use the ' Temporary Solidification ' technique to defend against his opponent's thrust, and then chop this fast kid into mincemeat!

The blade gleamed with light, carrying terrifying power, as it slashed across the sky.

A dark shadow was sliced in half in mid-air and vanished into nothingness.

"Um?"

Andrews' pupils constricted. "A phantom?"

Mars knight who had just spoken up to warn others stared in disbelief at his chest, where a blade tip was protruding, specks of blood on it.