Chapter 101 The decisive blow!
"Is that some kind of magic applied to the flintlock? Why is the power so great that it only takes one shot to kill the worm."
The vision of the worm completely disappeared from his mind, and the old man was extremely confused. He knew in his heart that ordinary flintlock bullets could not kill the worm with one shot.
There is something mysterious about that shot just now.
In the darkness, the old man standing behind the tree frowned and was filled with fear.
If the opponent could fire bullets of that power recklessly, he could even consider retreating, because except for multiple summons, most of them could not withstand one or two hits.
“Maybe it’s not a gun or a spell, but the effect of some mysterious object?” The old man thought for a long time but could not get an answer, so he could only become alert.
“Woo!”
The Defeatist Demon with a bull's head and a human body wailed in extreme anger. Its huge body was severely damaged by the alchemical explosives attack of the family guards, and white bones could be seen under the flesh and blood that was constantly churning and recovering.
It was dying and full of anger. Suddenly it turned around and strode back. Under the control of the old man, it retreated to a safe distance. The broken flesh and blood grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The opponent had already escaped from the throwing distance of the alchemical explosives, the flintlock rifle was of little use, and the Fisher family guards did not rush into attack.
Without the cooperation of worms, the threat posed by a single Minotaur is not very great. The old man certainly would not send it away meaninglessly, so he chose to let it recover.
"I only have half of my spiritual power left. What should I do next to be the most correct choice?"
"Um……"
He thought quickly about what tactics to use and how to allocate his remaining mental strength.
In the end, it was through "strengthening" that a giant bull-headed demon was summoned that could ignore the power of alchemical explosives, withstand all attacks, and directly destroy the house.
Or should we summon three different summons to launch a collective attack, or "strengthen" other summons to try completely different tactical effects?
Tactical choices have a huge impact on victory or defeat, so he must think carefully.
Although the effect of "strengthening" is very strong, it will consume three times his mental power, which will instantly deplete his remaining mental power. It is definitely not the best choice.
The old man even clearly realized one thing, that attacking Fisher Manor tonight might not be a good idea.
Although the only patriarch of the Fisher family who reached the second level, the man named Byrne Fisher, is not here, the remaining extraordinary people and even the guards have good combat qualities.
He suddenly noticed that from the perspective of several black ants, the tall boy who was suspected to be "Chris" was still approaching here.
Based on the information he purchased, the old man knew that there were currently three Origin Extraordinary People in Fisher Manor, namely Eileen Fisher, Chris Fisher, and a girl named Vanessa.
"What's going on? Why do they know my location all along?"
The old man was horrified when he noticed this, and decided to kill the guy who was approaching first, then retreat and wait for a good opportunity!
Yes, he chose to retreat.
Tonight, I was hiding and was suddenly exposed. The Fisher family had taken ridiculously strict precautions in advance, and they were always able to detect my exact location!
He felt that if he continued fighting, it would be difficult to easily capture everyone in the manor, and when other extraordinary people in the town came to support him, he would be in danger of being surrounded.
The best option was to retreat, but the old man was unwilling and decided to kill a blood knight of the Fisher family first.
The clean and tidy streets outside the Fisher Manor were lined with trees. The old man's black ants noticed something new and a female spellcaster appeared behind a tree a hundred meters away.
She was wearing hunting boots and had emerald-colored short hair, and she exuded a heroic temperament just standing there.
She summoned white birds, which quickly flew towards the old man!
One hundred meters?
The old man did not panic, but quickly made analysis and assumptions in his mind.
The other party knew his exact location and was standing exactly one hundred meters away. She was most likely a summoning-type spellcaster at the origin center, so her maximum operating distance was one hundred meters.
He knew very well that the birds would self-destruct, so he had to quickly chant a spell and summon a creature that looked like a turtle but had two heads, a huge shell, and a body the size of a millstone.
The two-headed turtle moved extremely slowly, so it could only lie beside the old man, raising its head and spitting out water bombs as heavy as steel, shooting down flying birds in mid-air.
"Oh, no!"
When the old man saw the birds being shot down one after another, he thought there was no problem, but suddenly he discovered something terrible!
Those flying birds are just a cover, there are fireflies hiding behind them!
Many fireflies flew in different directions, but the two-headed turtle only had time to hit half of them with its next water ball, and the remaining half of the fireflies seemed to be approaching the old man.
“Squeak!”
Suddenly, white lightning flashed in the old man’s black robe, like a white torch in the dark night!
Bolts of lightning pierced the air like forked tree branches, automatically capturing hostile fireflies, completely burning them, and detonating them prematurely. The repeated explosions in the darkness created a roar.
The automatic counterattack of the treasure-level mysterious artifact successfully defended against the aerial attack, but the two-headed turtle monster that was very close to the old man was not affected at all. Those unnatural lightnings automatically chose enemies or friends.
But deep in his heart he suddenly had a strong sense of foreboding.
“Oh no!”
The old man's face changed completely. The effect of his most important method of self-defense, that precious treasure, was "tricked" out by just a few fireflies!
It cannot be used continuously, and you will be in a "vacuum period" for the next few tens of seconds!
At the same time, several black ants have found the female spellcaster.
But to the old man's surprise, the other party, who was obviously a spellcaster, was extremely agile. He was able to maneuver with a limp, and then used fireflies to detonate the black ants that were about to self-destruct in advance.
What's going on?
Isn't she a spellcaster? Moreover, she is a disabled person. Why is her physical fitness obviously stronger than that of ordinary people?
"It doesn't make any sense at all. What on earth is going on..."
The old man's mind was a little confused. He always felt that many of the things he encountered when he came to the Fisher family today were a bit contrary to the common sense in past battles between extraordinary people.
He was a little chilled. The extraordinary people of the Fisher family were all very curious about what were the various abnormal powers they possessed?
Although fear was already welling up in his heart, the old man did not stop and cast a spell again, intending to summon a new creature to cover his escape.
At the same time, his body was almost fully restored, like a reborn Bull-Headed Devil.
"Bang!"
Just when the vacuum period of the treasure-level artifact was about to pass, a sudden bullet caused severe pain in the old man's neck and the spell was interrupted!
He covered his neck in shock, completely speechless!
"Well!"
Why would someone suddenly start shooting nearby? The ants I summoned through the enemy-searching spell "Summon Fiery Red Mountain Ants" were clearly able to confirm that there was no one around!
The old man turned his head in disbelief, his neck still bleeding as he covered it, staring intently at a tree not far away.
The silver-haired boy sneaked into the darkness without anyone noticing, half-crouched on a tree and pointed a flintlock at him.
who is he?
The old man had no idea who the other person was!
If the boy before was not Chris, and he was Chris, then who was the boy before?
After the shooting was completed, Chris was extremely indifferent and quickly loaded the second bullet.
He jumped over the tree more nimbly than a cat, giving the opponent no chance to fight back.
As expected, as soon as he jumped off the tree, the heavy water ball spit out by the two-headed turtle completely broke the entire tree!
"Uh, wow!"
The old man didn't die for a while. He took out a scarlet medicine bottle from his arms with trembling hands and swallowed the sticky liquid in the bottle that looked like blood.
I still have a chance!
He wailed deep in his heart, and as soon as he recovered, he would immediately use "Strengthen" to summon a certain creature.
The old man was suddenly shocked to find that the injury on his neck had not healed. The reason was completely unknown, but the precious life-saving medicine he had just taken did not work!
There were too many things he couldn't understand tonight. The old man lay on the ground trembling, feeling his life slowly slipping away and the intense pain in his body. Deep in his heart there was only immense fear and confusion.
“Cough cough cough!”
He kept spitting blood and his eyes were full of disbelief.
The extraordinary people of the Fisher family,
It's not normal at all!
What on earth is wrong with them!
The Fisher family members suddenly discovered that all the summons from the enemy on the field became abnormal, and the control spells on them seemed to have failed.
“Ouch!”
The Bull-Headed Defeater, no longer under control, did not need to suppress its instincts and charged madly towards the manor. Finally, it was hit by Eric's poison mist potion. It covered its eyes and was trapped in place, wailing in pain for a long time. Finally, it was completely killed by the alchemical explosives.
The explosive black ants fled in all directions, and Vanessa and Archibald managed to detonate them before they exploded when they encountered people.
The turtle monster with two heads is actually a mysterious creature called Sregram, which comes from the west of Oden continent.
After it is no longer controlled by the spell, its head completely retracts into its shell and no longer participates in anything happening in the outside world.
Archibald breathed a sigh of relief and shouted excitedly, "The control over the summoned creature has failed. That guy is dead!"
Indeed, they had all heard about it from Vanessa.
Most of the summons that summon the caster are mysterious creatures that are forcibly summoned from this world or other worlds.
As long as the summoner dies, the control of the summoned creatures will be lifted, and all summoned creatures will act according to their own instincts and will.
Archibald was so excited that he wanted to rush to the old man, but he heard a rare shout from Chris.
“Don’t go over there!”
Chris reappeared after reloading his bullets. He stood in the darkness a hundred meters away, holding a dark gold alchemical flintlock rifle, and shot the old man's body again with great accuracy.
"Bang!"
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
The old man who had been lying there for a long time suddenly let out a wailing and angry sound!
As a spellcaster, his physical fitness was not as good as that of the Bloodline Knight, but he was still a little stronger than ordinary people. He did not die completely, but he was unable to concentrate and mobilize his mental strength.
The Fisher family!
I curse you, you will go to hell sooner or later!
It will not be far away. After a while, the sea god will prepare the final funeral for you and the Syat people on the east coast!
Archibald was stunned. It turned out that the other party had deliberately released the control of the summoned creature and then pretended to be dead on the ground.
If I just walked over there without any precautions, I would most likely be ambushed and killed by the dying enemy.
“It’s actually like this…”
He was shaking with fear, and Dean Irene's teachings came back to his mind.
Be careful! Keep it secret!
Because of his carelessness, he was often punished by the dean, and tonight he almost died because of his lack of caution.
The scene just now made everyone more alert. Everyone waited for a while, until Chris finished shooting for the third time and confirmed that the old man was completely dead. Only then did the Fisher family finally breathe a sigh of relief.
“We won!”
Cheers rang out one after another, and dozens of people shouted loudly. Only at this moment did the neighbors around the street dare to open their windows and doors and quietly look over here.
When Chris walked over to the old man's body, Archibald, with a sweaty face, also came over, a little at a loss, and muttered:
"Thank you, thank you, Chris, thank you."
Chris stopped and looked back at him calmly.
"Survive."
(End of this chapter)
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