HLnovel Chapter 363: Mirage Burial
Chapter 363: Mirage Burial
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Watching the four undead servants destroying her illusion with so much ease, the Slave Trade Guild Captain’s lips could not help but curl up a bit.
’So it is you.’ Her eyes became colder.
If the Grim Reaper was truly the one attacking them, then everything made sense.
Most of the upper echelon of the guild knew the Grim Reaper was a wanted man and the top priority on their killing list.
Thus, his retaliation and attack on their hideout was something she could understand.
Still, she could not understand how he could bypass all the security measures she had put in place.
She had made sure something like this would never happen to her, but she was wrong.
Too wrong.
This was not an attack on the Sandroach Men, but on her, on her guild, and if she could not stop the Grim Reaper, this might be her end.
"Find him," she commanded.
The Level 35 Knight nodded and raised his shield, golden light spreading over its surface. As for the Level 34 Warrior, he lowered his body, his muscles swelling as his aura surged.
At the same time, the illusionary beasts on the street roared louder. Bone Crushing Wyrms twisted through the ground while the Dune Scorpions lunged forward.
The air became filled with killing intent, dust, false blood, and the terrible pressure of beasts that were not completely real and yet could still injure flesh.
But the four undead servants did not falter nor retreat. They swung their weapons with more power and ferocity.
They charged deeper.
The undead Storm Tyrant smashed aside a Greater Dune Scorpion, its hammer crushing the creature’s head into smithereens.
The illusionary scorpion burst apart like shattered flesh and crimson mist, scattering across the street before trying to reform again.
While the undead Royalty Stonewall sliced through two Bone Crushing Wyrms and turned sharply toward the direction of the hidden Guild Captain.
For a brief instant, the Guild Captain felt as if its hollow gaze had locked onto her true position.
’T-This...’
’Impossible!’ she screamed inwardly.
She was hidden behind layers of illusion. Even sound, scent, aura, and shadow had been distorted.
No normal enemy should be able to locate her. Unfortunately, these were no normal enemies.
Above the street, something flashed faintly. An undead Echo Scarab clung to the broken edge of a rooftop, watching everything silently.
Through its senses, Thoren observed the battle without missing a thing.
To many, the illusion was troublesome, almost impossible to break. But to him, it was effortless.
He was merely testing the might of the Guild Captain, trying to determine her strength compared to Solenne.
’Although her illusion looks scary, it is not that fearsome.’ He shook his head. ’Compared to Solenne, she is still far from being her match.’
Apart from trying to determine the Guild Captain’s strength, he was also trying to detect if there would be any hidden player hiding in the shadows.
But to his disappointment, none appeared. It was as if the street was not part of Sandroach Town.
No Sandroach guard rushed out.
No hidden Slave Trade Guild expert appeared.
Everything before him was the captain’s personal strength and the two aides she trusted.
Standing on the distant roof, Thoren looked at the distorted street with cold eyes.
"Now, let us end this," he muttered softly, clicking his tongue.
Instantly, the Guild Captain suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
"What is that?!" she asked, turning her head sharply, but there was nothing behind her. There was only the illusion wind, the false beasts, and the sound of weapons clashing.
Yet, her instinct screamed louder than before.
Something or someone was watching her.
They had found her.
How was that possible?
’I cannot continue like this...’ All the hair on her body stood on end. She could feel death closing in on her.
"Move!" she shouted suddenly.
Hmm?
Her two aides were stunned for a second but did not ask any questions. The Level 35 Knight charged forward, shield raised high, directly meeting the undead Storm Tyrant’s hammer strike.
Bang!
The hammer collided with the shield, and the resulting shockwave cracked the ground beneath the Knight’s feet.
His face changed instantly.
"So heavy!" His muscles tensed up.
The golden light on his shield trembled violently, flickering as if it would collapse at any moment.
Before he could recover, the undead Storm Tyrant raised its hammer once again.
From the side, the Level 34 Warrior moved, trying to strike the undead Storm Tyrant’s exposed side.
Unfortunately...
Just as they were reading the battle, Thoren was also reading the battle like an open book. How could he allow his undead to be exposed to such an easy strike?
At that moment, the undead Royalty Stonewall appeared before him, its sword roaring toward him at blinding speed.
Hmm!
Danger exploded inside the Level 34 Warrior’s mind.
Quickly, he changed his strike trajectory for defense while twisting his body desperately.
Bang!
Crack!
Shattered!
The two blades collided together, and the Level 34 Warrior’s blade shattered into fragments without any fanfare while the undead black blade continued on its trajectory.
Whoosh!
The blade grazed past his shoulder, cutting through his armor and flesh in one clean line.
Blood splattered to the ground.
Ahhh!
A sharp scream escaped through his teeth while he retreated violently.
His right arm trembled, and his grip became loose from pain.
The wound was not deep enough to kill him, but it was enough to make him understand the difference between them.
If he had reacted a heartbeat slower, that strike would not have grazed him.
It would have split him in two.
Watching her two aides in a difficult situation, the Guild Captain raised her staff and chanted quickly.
"Mirage Burial."
The street distorted violently.
The cracked ground beneath the four undead servants softened as if turning into a swamp of crimson mud.
Countless skeletal hands erupted from the false ground, grabbing at their legs, weapons, and cloaks.