Ever since she began training under Ye Ting and became a warrior, most of Calia's enemies had been ordinary beasts and undead. She had never encountered such a powerful foe. Although the girl had prepared herself mentally, she could not help feeling anxious.
Meanwhile, even as Ye Ting toyed with a whole group of opponents using magic, he still had the attention to spare for the battle here. He had clearly noticed this.
Just as Calia barely blocked her opponent's fifth savage slash and staggered sideways under the tremendous force, Ye Ting's calm voice rang out behind her. "Hold steady, Calia. Hold steady. His overall strength isn't that much greater than yours. Believe in yourself. You can handle him!"
Ye Ting's voice finally reminded Hubert the Slaughterer that there were more than just the two of them present. Only then did the death knight notice that his comrades seemed to be in serious trouble.
The scene he had expected—an human mage being righteously beaten to a pulp by the undead—had not appeared. Instead, a group of necromancers and death knights were being steadily suppressed by one man.
The man floated half a foot above the ground, his entire body shrouded in dense arcane magic. His robes billowed around him, making him seem like a god descended from heaven.
From his palms, Arcane Missiles poured continuously toward the enemies before him like machine-gun fire—no, like rounds from a blue-flame Gatling gun. His firepower alone surpassed that of an entire mage corps.
Arcane Missiles were among the most basic and simplest spells in the school of evocation. Even the most ordinary mage apprentices could cast them. A single Arcane Missile possessed considerable destructive power. It was slower than a bullet, but roughly as powerful as an extra-small solid cannonball, and it also