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Chapter 107: Following Big Bro!

That foul, corrupt, and ominous aura made every magician instinctively feel disgust and dread.

“Listen to my command, second wave of attack!”

Countless magic circles lit up simultaneously under the commander’s command, shining like stars.

A new round of meteors streaked through the air, exploding over the vine-covered castle.

Branches and vines either turned to ashes or snapped in layers in the blink of an eye.

But before the magicians could even celebrate, they watched as the damaged plants rapidly grew back and healed, instantly restoring everything to how it was, rendering their efforts meaningless.

Naturally, that organization was set to launch another offensive.

However, during this spellcasting moment, the Purple Mage Academy counterattacked.

From beneath the magicians’ feet, pale, rotten hands suddenly emerged one after another.

The ground heaved, and countless stinking corpses erupted from the soil, mercilessly launching a killing spree against the magicians, who were not skilled in close combat.

While well-organized extraordinary troops could certainly crush ordinary folks, they weren’t without weaknesses.

Extraordinary beings, especially those with bronze bloodlines, had rather singular abilities. This flaw became magnified in a structured army.

For instance, the <Wind Blade Knights> were all melee maniacs, while the <Emerald Rangers> focused more on hit-and-run tactics.

Thus, on the battlefield, extraordinary troops often restructured and collaborated with conventional forces.

Magicians were not adept in close-range combat.

And these zombies attacked directly from below, appearing right among the magicians, making it difficult for surrounding conventional troops to provide support.

Each commander grew anxious, struggling to deal with the corpses. The formations of the magicians visibly fell into chaos.

And those howling half-dragon monsters that dropped from the manor became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

“ROAR!!!”

Winged dragons, blazing swift dragons, and those large, misshapen, pitch-black-scaled dragon-men rushed forward, launching surprise attacks on the already disarrayed formations.

“Everyone, concentrate fire, concentrate fire…!”

The leader commanded loudly, but the magicians ensnared by the corpses could barely protect themselves, let alone respond to orders.

The dragon-men wasted no time waiting for them to regroup and surged into the magicians’ formations one after another.

Before the commander could cast a single spell, he was torn into two pieces by a massive dragon-man with one claw.

To the magicians, this should have been a one-sided battle.

Self-healing, impenetrable barriers, an unexpected wave of numerous corpses, and those indestructible half-dragons and dragon-men completely caught them off guard.

No one had expected the Purple Mage Academy to harbor such tactics!

Morale crumbled. Within just a few dozen minutes of battle, the frontline magicians fell into utter chaos.

“Retreat…”

A tattered commander attempted to scream, but it was like a thorn stuck in his throat; he couldn’t utter a sound.

How humiliating for the six great academies to be the first to retreat after suffering defeat against one academy?

In fact, even in the current turmoil, no one retreated, which proved the magicians’ unwillingness at heart.

However, the situation was too perilous; if this continued, even retreating might become a luxury…

But just as this commander spiraled into frustration, he heard a completely different sound coming from a distance.

It was neither the roar of dragon-men nor the curses and wails of their own soldiers, but… cheering?!

He squinted and saw a swordsman, like a blade cutting through water, plunging straight into the enemy ranks, colliding head-on with an oncoming dragon-man.

A melee extraordinary being? But clashing head-on with a half-dragon creature seemed too unwise—he thought so at first.

But the next second, sword light erupted.

The sword shadow flashed by, and the roaring dragon-man suddenly halted, then split in half and crashed to the ground, splattering a foul rain of blood.

This was too exaggerated… Sequence 7? No, even Sequence 6 probably couldn’t do it so cleanly, right?!

The commander, unable to gauge the opponent’s exact level, could only speculate in astonishment at the remarkable adventurer who had come to assist.

Unfortunately, no matter how skilled, he was just one person.

Recruiting adventurers on the battlefield often meant hiring several small teams to hit-and-run.

Especially since this should have been an easy battle, the number of recruited adventurers was minimal.

Relying solely on one or two strong individuals was hardly enough to turn the tide—he thought that initially.

But then, a wave of cheers erupted behind the swordsman, followed by a mass of dark silhouettes.

That was a legion of adventurers made up of over a hundred extraordinary beings.

Including this commander, the magicians present had never seen so many adventurers gathered in one place.

“Follow Big Bro <Sword Demon>!”

Hex swung his heavy fist, smashing the incoming dragon-man, shouting with enthusiasm.

A crowd of adventurers unleashed their skills; the front-line melee fighters blocked the monsters while the back-line cast spells and arrow shots to push them back.

With a hundred extraordinary beings each possessing different skills, they collaborated seamlessly, pushing back the dragon-men, and even rangers and thieves managed to break into the magicians’ formations to help clear the corpses.

The sudden reinforcements were undoubtedly a much-needed morale boost, helping the magicians gradually regain their composure and regroup.

And these adventurers weren’t interested in a prolonged battle, not aiming for a strong assault on the manor but instead darting around the battlefield, assisting the weary magicians.

“So adventurers nowadays are this reliable?!” the commander murmured to himself, feeling a wave of emotion, “This money spent is totally worth it!”

However, Roy himself wasn’t so preoccupied with these thoughts.

He was simply wandering around, searching for Leanna’s whereabouts, not expecting that these adventurers would really be sticking to him like shadows.

Wherever he went, this crowd followed.

“No wonder they wanted to keep it a secret, turns out it was to deal with cultists… Big Bro <Sword Demon>, where are we heading next?”

Seeing Hex all bright and cheerful asking, and a throng of adventurers directing eager gazes at him, Roy had no choice but to accept the reality that he couldn’t shake them off.

Well, with this gang following, it certainly saved him the effort of dealing with the minor mobs.

Due to his own low level and lack of extraordinary power, he wasn’t good at prolonged battles, so having more helpers wasn’t a bad thing.

“Just follow me.”

“Did you all hear that? Just follow Big Bro <Sword Demon>!”

“Oh!!!”

Leanna was also at the frontline, and Roy planned to make a loop around the manor; he wouldn’t need much time to eventually bump into her.

However, the next moment, as familiar extraordinary fluctuations appeared in the air, nine twisted snake shadows emerged.

Before Roy could express his joy, he caught sight of a figure obscured between the vine’s branches, staring with a murderous intent at the direction of the Hydra.

 

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