There was no lack of skilled fighters among the approaching mercenaries. A Magic Caster intentionally wearing black leather armor and dressed like a warrior, protected by several mercenaries, reached Lyle's rear flank and raised a hand to fire a spell.
At the same time!
A Rogue also leaped out from behind, dagger in hand, thrusting forward.
With the two attacking from front and back, no matter which side he responded to, he would inevitably be hit by the other.
Enri's pupils contracted, and she rushed forward without hesitation, blocking Lyle: "Lord Captain!"
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, two dazzling white lights appeared on the field, condensing in mid-air into two holy figures—Flame Archangels!
One Flame Archangel swung its Flame Sword, slashing down at the "Shockwave" and blocking the strike.
Clang!
The other Flame Archangel easily blocked the Rogue; the opponent's dagger struck the Flame Archangel's silver-white armor without leaving even a white mark.
The Rogue looked at the Flame Archangel that had appeared out of thin air with a terrified expression.
Squelch!
The Flame Sword thrust out, piercing the Rogue's chest.
"Aaaah!!" The Rogue let out a scream that was cut short in an instant.
The Flame Archangel lifted its arm, and the flame-covered blade sliced through the Rogue like a knife through tofu, easily cutting him in half.
Two Flame Archangels, radiating a faint white light, hovered beside Lyle, causing the previously excited mercenaries to freeze.
The air went silent in that moment.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two Flame Archangels beat their wings and instantly charged out like wolves into a flock of sheep. Every time a Flame Sword fell, a mercenary's life was taken.
Terrified screams shattered the brief silence!
Flame Archangels, at Level 21, were simply not something these ordinary mercenaries could handle.
At the very top of the nearby small hill.
Thud!
Captain Feikampa took a step back, his foot stepping on a piece of rubble. His previously savage and cruel face was now filled with fear: "Those are—Angel Summoning monsters, and he can summon two at once."
"Retreat, retreat..."
No wonder the Mithril-rank adventurer team 'Rainbow' was wiped out.
Damn it!
That Genius Alchemist actually had such means. Such a team—damn that Adventurer's Guild!
"Bastard."
Captain Feikampa took another step back, the intent to flee growing on his face. The strength displayed by those two Flame Archangels was truly terrifying.
He had just noticed that even with five or six people attacking together, they couldn't deal any effective damage to that Flame Archangel monster, and were instead easily killed.
Among these mercenary members, there were few weaklings.
No matter how much Captain Feikampa disregarded his subordinates' casualties, he knew that against such a powerful enemy, numbers no longer offered any advantage.
A Ghost Hound monster whose strength far exceeded a normal Ghost Hound!
A green-haired girl who was a Tier 3 Magic Caster.
A Genius Alchemist who could summon two Tier 3 Angel monsters.
Against such a powerful team, unless they had an equal number of same-level experts, it was impossible to fight them with just ordinary numerical superiority.
Even if they could achieve victory in the end, few members of the "Death Spreading Sword Sect" would survive, let alone secure the Empire's bounty.
Captain Feikampa briefly analyzed the pros and cons and made the most correct choice for the moment, roaring with a distorted face: "Everyone, re—treat!"
Slap!
A large, rough hand pressed down on Captain Feikampa's shoulder, forcibly cutting him off.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Captain."
Brian cracked his firm neck, his previous lazy demeanor vanishing as he looked down with a burning gaze.
So his ability is summoning angels.
Finally, I've gathered some intel!
The reason this Genius Alchemist was so famous, besides the Empire's high bounty, was that he had pioneered a method to refine potions using demi-human race blood.
Brian had absolutely no interest in making potions.
But he knew that to refine potions with demi-human race blood, one not only needed superb alchemy techniques but also a certain level of strength.
Otherwise, demi-human race blood wouldn't be so easy to obtain.
From a warrior's keen intuition...
He could sense the strength of those two Flame Archangels; it was a level that even he would need to take seriously.
It was his first time encountering a specialized summoning-type Magic Caster!
Brian's blood was already boiling.
After experiencing defeat at the hands of Gazef, he craved battle with any type of expert. Only by satisfying his hunger for combat could he become even stronger.
"I don't care about anything else, just keep that green-haired Magic Caster busy." Brian's brown eyes stared at Captain Feikampa as he spoke calmly.
Captain Feikampa only felt a chill run through his body and hurriedly replied: "Fine!"
"Pui."
Brian spat out the toothpick in his mouth and walked down the slope toward the road below, step by step.
Though he looked unrestrained and lazy, with every step he took, his aura began to undergo a noticeable change.
It was like the transformation of a waking beast finally beginning its hunt!
Around the empty road, a large number of mercenary corpses lay on the ground. Out of more than 40 people, only about a dozen remained huddled together, barely holding on.
The screams and the smell of blood wafting through the air were crystal clear in Brian's perception.
Yet at this moment!
As Brian watched the scene before him, a bored thought suddenly popped into his head: "The gap is really obvious, so obvious it's almost jarring."
They were clearly the ones launching the ambush and had the numerical advantage, yet the result was them retreating in defeat, looking like they could be wiped out at any moment.
To most people, this was indeed a jarring scene, but in Brian's eyes, it felt perfectly normal.
Because this was reality!
The reason it felt jarring and unbelievable was that ordinary people simply couldn't comprehend this kind of power.
Most people had no talent. Even adventurers and experts considered powerful by ordinary standards were, in Brian's eyes, just normal people who knew a bit of martial arts.
Only when one reached his level would they understand the gap between them.
"It's Mr. Brian!"
"We're saved!"
With Brian's appearance, the mercenary members who had fallen into despair all had a spark of light return to their eyes.
Brian?
On the carriage, Lyle's eyes flashed as he noticed the blue-haired figure.
"So, these people are from the 'Death Spreading Sword Sect'."
Lyle finally understood the origin of these attackers: "An unexpected reunion."
He felt somewhat sentimental for some reason.
Lyle still remembered the last time he saw him; it was on the stage of the "Imperial Tournament."
At that time, he was sitting on the outermost edge of the stands, marveling at the combat techniques between Gazef and Brian, unable to even see their movements clearly.
Now, "Let me see how much you've grown in over half a year."
Step! Step!
Seeing the mercenaries begin to gather toward him upon his appearance, Brian frowned and spoke coldly: "You lot, get away from me!"
Hm!
Just as Brian finished speaking, his brow twitched, and his hand on the hilt instantly drew the blade.
Clang! A heavy impact sounded in mid-air.
"Hey, hey, didn't anyone tell you it's rude to interrupt when someone is talking?"
Brian pressed down on the hilt with one hand, his sharp gaze fixed forward: "I forgot, you're just a beast."
The cold blade rubbed against the Bone Chain, producing a piercing screeching sound.
"Roar!"
The Ghost Hound roared, manipulating the Bone Chain to bend in mid-air, bypassing the blade to whip forward fiercely.
Faced with Bone Chain that shifted and whipped in mid-air, making their attack path difficult to observe...
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Brian's eyes merely shifted in their sockets as he swung with one hand, his longsword and the Bone Chain clashing repeatedly!
The dazzling exchange caused the surviving mercenaries to let out gasps and excited roars.