The middle-aged regimental commander in the blue robe smiled slightly.
Although he knew that things weren't as optimistic as everyone said, the series of analyses he had just done had convinced him that King of Chambord was not a patient opponent, so his worries about the threat posed by King of Chambord had lessened considerably.
Little did he know that just minutes earlier, in a room on the sixth floor of that building, Red Beard Granero, known in the capital for his ability to judge character, had made the exact opposite judgment.
An optimistic atmosphere immediately enveloped the main hall of Blood Blade headquarters.
Then, just when everyone was full of confidence--
boom!!!
It was as if a meteor had fallen from the heavens and crashed heavily onto the earth, causing a deafening roar and violent tremors, as if it were the end of the world.
"What happened?" The middle-aged man in blue robes suddenly stood up, his face ashen. He led the main members of the Blood Blade out of the main hall and stood on the high stone steps, looking outside.
What entered everyone's eyes were dazzling flames.
The flames were dazzling and magnificent, like fireworks in the dark night.
However, no one on the stone steps was in the mood to appreciate the breathtaking beauty, because the merciless crimson flames descending from the sky were devouring the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps's property and buildings.
"Hahaha, the punishment has arrived! The killing game begins! After tonight, Blood Blade will be wiped off the list!"
A thunderous roar pierced through the blazing flames, booming through the previously utterly silent night, making everyone's ears tingle and their eardrums feel as if they were about to shatter.
"Where did this stupid thief come from, daring to raid my Blood Blade headquarters at night? Get out here right now!"
Surrounded by the crowd, the middle-aged man in the blue robe had a burning rage in his eyes. A faint blue Dou Qi of battle qi emanated from his body, making him appear extremely powerful. Looking at the flames burning all around, he raised his hand and unleashed waves of blue Dou Qi qi that carried a chilling aura. The flames that shot into the sky were gradually suppressed. He exuded an imposing presence without anger, and indeed had the ruthless aura of a tyrant.
"Get the hell out of here!"
In the night sky, a figure flashed by, approaching rapidly, and landed on a stone statue of a warrior leaning on his sword, which was over twenty meters tall, in front of the main hall.
A mysterious power seemed to emanate from beneath his feet, igniting crimson flames wherever he went. A path of fire extended beneath his feet, and as he stood atop the white warrior statue leaning on his sword, the flames began to spread downwards from his feet. Soon, the entire twenty-meter-tall statue was engulfed in flames, resembling a majestic God of War standing with his sword amidst the raging inferno. The man standing atop the statue had a bright red cloak billowing and fluttering in the night sky behind him. He wore a strange mage's robe, beneath which a magical suit of armor was faintly visible, and in his hand wielded a gigantic battle staff exceeding 1.8 meters in length.
He stood amidst the raging flames, as if he had become one with the intense crimson.
Surprisingly, despite the endless, raging flames beneath his feet, there was no sign of scorching or burning on his body. His long black hair flew wildly in the night sky, the two shades of black seemingly merging into one, like a demon emerging from the abyss to reap lives.
The most terrifying and chilling aspect was that the person's face was covered by a strange, dark mask. The mask was extremely finely crafted, as if it were a living thing, and it accentuated almost all the contours of the person's face, with the nose and eyes being the most detailed. However, on the forehead, a black Jianjiao grew out, grotesquely piercing into the void, gleaming with a sharpness that sent shivers down one's spine.
Who are you?
Sensing the terrifying magical power surging from his opponent and the chilling killing intent, the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps leader—a middle-aged man dressed in a strange, dark blue robe made his eyes appear more solemn than ever before. These two things made him realize that this was a formidable opponent, an opponent with whom he would fight to the death.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
His response was met with dozens of Fireball, each about twenty centimeters in diameter and possessing astonishing destructive power.
Without any chanting or unusual magical fluctuations, these dozens of Fireball materialized from the void with a simple wave of the hand from the masked man with spikes, carrying an aura of destruction as they hurtled towards the Blood Blade's high-ranking members on the stone steps of the First Hall.
"You... you're asking for death!" the middle-aged man in the blue robe roared in anger.
His entire body was enveloped in a sky-blue aura of Dou Qi qi, which flickered wildly. He raised his hand and unleashed bursts of icy energy that collided with the terrifying Fireball in mid-air.
Bang bang bang bang!!
The explosive sound of ice and fire colliding was deafening.
A terrifying Fireball exploded, sending crimson flames shooting out in all directions.
This was a terrifying magical flame. Even a tiny Mars falling to the ground could instantly ignite the surrounding buildings. The Blood Blade Mercenary Corps headquarters building was like it had been doused with oil, burning uncontrollably. In a short time, flames shot into the sky everywhere, and the area around the main hall seemed to have become a sea Shura fire. People were screaming everywhere, Blood Blade mercenaries rushed out screaming, frantically trying to put out the fire.
That's what makes magicians terrifying.
Perhaps in a one-on-one duel, a mage might be suppressed by a warrior of the same level, but in terms of destructive power and area-of-effect damage, a mage's threat level is clearly far greater than that of a warrior.
This is why Sun Fei chose [ Sorceress Mode ] at the beginning.
The mage wearing a black Demon's Horn mask atop the flaming sword statue was none other than Sun Fei in [ Sorceress Mode ]. He first cast the mage skill [ Blaze ], turning everything in his path into raging flames. Then he used the mage skill [ Fire Bolt ], transforming the area in front of the Blood Blade Headquarters' main hall into a sea of blood.
A dark night for murder!
A windy day for arson!
Only this pure, crimson flame can cleanse the evil here.
Only then can we console the innocent people of Chambord who died because of these evil mercenaries, as well as those who were not from Chambord City but also died or indirectly died from the evil Blood Blade.
"Fire... I'll handle him!"
Blood Blade Leader made a decision instantly, immediately ordering those around him to direct the mercenaries to put out the fire, while he himself transformed into a blue streak of light, carrying unparalleled momentum, tearing through the sky and shooting towards Sun Fei like an arrow.
The person was in the air, with blue Dou Qi flames flashing wildly.
A terrifying behemoth formed from extremely cold air roared and opened its mouth, descending from the sky to devour Sun Fei.
"[ Kiss of Ice ]... Kill!!!"
His first move was a deadly Dou Qi technique; the Blood Blade Captain went all out, showing no mercy whatsoever.
He knew he had to kill this mysterious and terrifying mage as soon as possible. Otherwise, no matter what the final outcome, the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps would suffer unbearable losses if he delayed any longer. Even a martial arts apprentice knew that allowing a mage with almost Six-Star Class strength to freely cast spells on his territory was tantamount to suicide!
"Huh? Who... is this person? How come I didn't know that King of Chambord had such a terrifying fire mage under his command?"
At the top of a tower in the Blood Blade headquarters, a young, proud figure who had been quietly observing the changing battle suddenly frowned. In the darkness of the night, his eyes flashed with a terrifying light, unable to conceal his surprise.
" King of Chambord, how many secrets are you still hiding? No, we must persuade the family elders and win him over as soon as possible, even if it comes at a great cost!!"
"Hmm, they've finally made their move. Murder and arson, King of Chambord certainly has a good plan... Send someone to investigate this sorcerer's background."
On the rooftop of a tall building north of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps headquarters, dozens of heavily armored soldiers stood silently, surrounding a gaunt young man.
The Imperial [ God of War ] Arshavin was also watching the carnage unfolding in the distance.
His aura spread silently like a tide, scanning the entire area, but he couldn't sense where King of Chambord was hiding. His gaze eventually focused on the demon-masked mage who was killing and sparing lives. A series of guesses drifted through his mind, but he couldn't be certain. The fluctuations emanating from this mysterious fire mage were completely unlike King of Chambord's. In the Azeroth Continent, every powerful being possessed a unique aura, one that was difficult to alter. Therefore, judging by aura alone, the mysterious mage with the crimson cloak and demon mask was definitely not King of Chambord.
If it's not King of Chambord, then there's only one possibility—
This man is a master under King of Chambord.
But no one knew better than Princess Tanasha the number and strength of the experts under King of Chambord's command. Why had Tanasha never told her about such a terrifying magician?
The Imperial God of War was filled with deep doubt.
His sense of resentment grew stronger and stronger.
"Huh? This aura? When did such a mage appear in the empire? Unfamiliar magical fluctuations!"
"What, old man, you don't know either? Isn't it your mysterious direct disciple?"
"No."
"What kind of magical fluctuation is this? Why do I sense an unfamiliar, ancient, and mysterious aura emanating from it? This... this feels like..."
"It feels like the aura of God and Demon Ruins."
"Could it be an assassin from the Spartak Empire?"
"Impossible. We know those old Spartak guys all too well. As far as I know, the Spartak Empire has never produced a magic master like him."
"Could it be a newly emerged master of the Empire? Time really flies; the sudden appearance of the King of Chambord has made even these old bones feel like they're rusting..."
"Anyway, the two princes and the most powerful noble families have already reached an agreement: tonight is Night of Bloodshed, so we don't need to intervene... Let's just leave it at that!"
Fluctuations of magical energy, imperceptible to ordinary people and imbued with surging will, emerged from the eight most magnificent and towering magic towers in the imperial capital, Saint Petersburg. They swirled and converged in the sky above the capital, where the highest-ranking mages of the Zenit Empire completed a brief exchange. After a moment of slight surprise, these auras subsided.
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