Chapter 166: Frontal

"Suppress her!"

Upon hearing this.

The orc Amy reacted fastest.

She suddenly drew a deep breath.

"Roar!!!"

A deafening roar erupted!

Orc innate spiritual art—【Rage Roar】!

A violent sonic wave spread outward from the orc.

The furniture and curtains inside the room, along with the sound waves, generated a fierce spiritual shock!

Low-rank individuals hit by this spiritual art would immediately suffer internal organ damage; some might even die from cerebral hemorrhage.

Even those above the user's rank could be stunned if caught off guard!

The elf Caro Lin 's body stiffened slightly.

Hum!

Luo De's figure turned semi-transparent; the air emitted a sharp sound of flesh grinding against air.

When he reappeared, he was already beside the elf Caro Lin.

His still-incomplete 【Sacrificial Body Sword】 greedily absorbed spiritual energy, instantly forming a colossal spiritual blade piercing through the ceiling.

【Giant Slash】!

Yet just as it was about to descend.

Luo De noticed the halo around the elf Caro Lin continuously produced an effect similar to 【Mirage】.

The intended path of the spiritual blade was off by a full body-length—it would miss entirely!

"Mirage?"

Luo De twisted his right hand mid-swing, forcibly changing the downward slash into a horizontal cut.

This elf had not cast a spell shield.

The sharp spiritual energy struck her flesh directly.

No!

The stunlock effect of 【Rage Roar】 was ultimately limited.

Especially against a seventh-rank magic swordsman.

Perhaps due to her halo's inherent Mirage effect, Luo De couldn't tell when she had raised her longsword to her side.

At the moment of contact with 【Giant Slash】, she twisted her right wrist, snapping the spiritual blade while driving the tip straight toward Luo De's face.

"Crude swordsmanship."

Her expressionless face, beneath white eyelashes, held pale eyes that didn't even look at Luo De—she had time to comment.

Luo De reacted instantly, instinctively twisting his head to evade the thrust.

Yet the elf's Mirage halo also affected her weapon.

By the time his mind caught up, the blade's tip was already about to pierce his forehead.

Behind him.

The zombie Selina finished her incantation.

Wuuu!

A mournful wail, like the cry of a vengeful ghost, filled the room.

Beneath the elf Caro Lin, the floor had turned into a pool of blood, with crimson-stained skulls floating up, mouths open, wailing louder than the banshee Krist.

Crimson chains erupted from the blood pool, wrapping tightly around the elf's body.

Especially around her joints, making her movements painfully slow.

【Wailing Chains】!

Luo De was thus spared from attack.

He sensed Selina's assault hadn't ceased, so he retreated backward.

Simultaneously, three blue ice orbs passed him by.

They struck the elf Caro Lin directly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ice orbs exploded in succession.

White frost spread, freezing a large area where she had just stood.

【Olu's Ice Seal Orbs】!

"Amy hates cold."

The orc Amy, closest to the frost, nearly got caught in the chill and swiftly retreated.

But she wasn't slacking.

The orc's superhuman instinct instantly pinpointed the source—she swung her blade at a sudden red figure approaching from the side.

Clang!!!

A powerful spiritual shockwave slammed into her.

Amy lost the clash, unable to withstand the force—she was blasted through the wall like a cannonball, flying outside.

The red figure stood calmly in place.

He glanced casually at Luo De, still present.

Luo De sized him up, then laughed aloud.

The demon's red skin, pointed horns, and fanged face.

He wore Fried Argyle's clothes.

"Demon breed? Posing as an Argyle? You've got style."

Demon Artu ignored his words and extended a hand toward him.

"Forest Warden Luo De, interested in serving my lord?"

"What other races are there in Hell?"

At this, Demon Artu paused.

He recalled the stream of non-human women surrounding the man.

He smiled.

Demons always favored those with great desires.

"Anything you can imagine, you'll encounter."

At that moment.

A thread of magical energy flew in from outside, piercing straight into his body.

He showed no reaction.

"【Possession Removal】?"

The witch Dimeya had levitated outside the room using 【Float】.

Her expression was grim.

She said: "This demon is not an impostor. Whenever an Argyle enters Shi Ying Town, the Guardian Array reacts—it's due to the Argyle family's unique bloodline. This man triggers the same reaction. Since 【Possession Removal】 had no effect, the real Fried Argyle has fallen, transformed into a demon."

"Precisely."

Demon Artu grinned, revealing jagged fangs, "I have been reborn—my name is Artu!"

"Fried Argyle's retainer, witch Dimeya, the class shackles you've long suffered—my lord has a way to free you. Join us."

"Don't even think about it, demon!"

Dimeya snapped.

Magical energy surged around her, forming nearly twenty pale-green 【Strong Acid Orbs】.

Moreover, 【Acid Mist】 spread thickly around her.

"No wonder you're a witch—your casting speed is incredible!"

Hum!

He vanished from his spot.

But Luo De saw the trail of fire he left in the air.

He preemptively threw a 【Scream Slash Wave】—but his broken sword's power was weakened, only briefly stalling the demon.

Still, it gave Dimeya a warning.

"Selina, Tally, help her! Send Pan Ni too! Amy! Don't fall asleep! Go fight that demon!"

Crack!

The ice in the room cracked open.

Then came swift arcs of blade light.

The elf Caro Lin, her halo glowing with holy radiance, shattered through the ice.

"Human, do you still have energy to care for others?"

Before battle, Luo De had poured 10 points of 【Growth Spiritual Energy】 into his still-incomplete 【Sacrificial Body Sword】.

Fine.

The skill Mianqiang held up—even triggered 【Intermediate Sharpness】 and 【Beginner Spell Immunity】.

But unfortunately, it failed to trigger the rapid recovery effect.

Whether such a fast skill even exists is debatable, and Luo De didn't feel like gambling on the possibility.

In fact, weapons with a fractured surface greatly impede the transmission of spirituality.

Against a seventh-rank opponent, this was a fatal flaw.

He simply sheathed it outright.

The blade slid back into the scabbard, the hilt trembling as it emitted a plaintive wail.

"Didn't I ever tell you that winged ones and demons don't mix?"

He stretched his shoulders.

He placed his hand on the hilt of 【Shaking Soul Blade】.

He immediately spent 10 points of 【Growth Spirituality】.

This sword was truly ridiculous.

It couldn't even withstand strikes, and the skills it spawned weren't just useless—they were even more useless.

After that, he rarely added points to it anymore.

Not long ago, he learned of a permanent spell called 【Adamant Touch】 that could grant a weapon adamant properties.

He planned to save up enough money and just permanently enchant it already!

(End of Chapter)