Synthetic Wizard - Chapter 263 - 171: Hoping My Children Will Make Me Proud
Chapter 263: Chapter 171: Hoping My Children Will Make Me Proud
“Be careful, the Dark Sound Blind Monster possesses combat strength close to Legendary Level. Watch out for its Sonic Attack!”
Sherman warned, without lowering his voice.
The auditory sense of the Dark Sound Blind Monster is sharp enough to detect sounds from a hundred meters away. This creature was likely drawn here by their chatter earlier and had already sensed their presence. Hiding was futile.
Sure enough, the Dark Sound Blind Monster soon raised its head, its tubular snout slightly trembling, releasing a sonic wave capable of piercing metal and breaking stone, aimed directly at Sherman and the others.
The two Demon Pattern Knights immediately stepped forward a few paces, shields held to block the sonic wave from the monster in front of Sherman and his companions.
After a moment of silent vibration, the shield made of Refined Iron quickly returned to calm.
After all, these were demonized equipment; had they been ordinary metal shields, they would have shattered under that strike.
The block by the two Demon Pattern Knights bought time, and Sherman and his companions’ spells were completed.
Sherman’s Weakening Beam and Attila’s Freezing Beam hit the Dark Sound Blind Monster almost simultaneously, the creature visibly weakened and covered in a layer of frost observable to the naked eye.
Following closely, Cole’s Magic Missile also arrived, accurately striking the tubular snout of the Dark Sound Blind Monster, blowing it apart.
The monster let out repeated wails, but with its sharp snout injured, the sound was indistinct.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Demon Pattern Knights swarmed forward, swinging their Knight Longswords and Warhammers in fierce strikes.
Under the beating of more than ten Demon Pattern Knights possessing Grand Knight Level strength, the Dark Sound Blind Monster struggled frantically but was soon hammered to death.
After confirming the Dark Sound Blind Monster was dead, Sherman finally calmly lowered his hand.
Similar battles have occurred countless times in the past.
He had previously joined forces with his companions to kill even Legendary Level monsters.
In comparison, a monster close to Legendary Level like the Dark Sound Blind Monster was nothing noteworthy.
Yet in the moment when everyone relaxed from slaying the Dark Sound Blind Monster, three dark shadows suddenly darted out from the darkness, ghostly sweeping behind Sherman and his companions, with daggers glowing with a ghostly blue radiance aimed right at their backs!
The sudden change caught everyone off guard.
By the time the surrounding Demon Pattern Knights reacted, it was too late to intercept the shadows. They could only watch as the daggers pierced Sherman and his companions, instantly tearing through invisible shields and Energy Particle defense layers… then were stopped by a layer of invisible force field.
The three attackers paused slightly, immediately backing away once they realized what had happened.
Unfortunately, it was too late; Sherman and his companions’ counterattack had already arrived.
Three dazzling beams of light instantaneously tore through the darkness, transforming into a fan-shaped blaze that engulfed the attackers!
Burning Hands!
The three attackers let out muffled groans simultaneously, their figures breaking through the flames as they awkwardly retreated.
Thanks to the firelight, Sherman quickly discerned the features of the assailants.
The trio had slender figures and gentle looks, appearing at most just over twenty, evidently young maidens.
However, as his gaze swept over their distinct black skin and long silver hair, Sherman’s expression tensed and he exclaimed:
“Dark Elves!”
There truly were Dark Elves!
Attila frowned deeply, feeling somewhat relieved. Fortunately, he had persistently maintained the activation state of the Great Guard Ring, luckily blocking the ambush. Otherwise, had they suffered that sneak attack just now, even if not fatal, they would have been seriously injured.
It’s said that Dark Elves are born assassins; previously, he hadn’t truly felt this. But now, it seems undeniable.
If it were other Wizard Apprentices Level 2 without the Great Guard Ring, they would have perished under that ambush.
Sherman and Cole also were grave-faced, unaware that the opposing trio of Dark Elves were equally shocked.
Preparing for such a long time, believing their strike sure to succeed, yet it was effortlessly blocked by their targets, to no avail.
Originally, they planned to ambush and kill the three Wizard Apprentices and then retreat leisurely. But now that their attack failed, naturally, they had no intention of continuing to fight, and after exchanging looks, they decisively retreated, trying to remerge into the shadows.
Having finally found their targets, Sherman and his companions were not about to let their opponents escape. Without hesitation, they activated the Disaster Rings on their hands, instantly seeing three Disaster Claws materialize, piercing through the bodies of the three Dark Elves.
The Disaster Rings exchanged by Sherman and his companions were just regular versions, not the extreme ones.
But the Dark Elves were not powerful Level 3 Wizard Apprentices; as the Disaster Claws pierced through their bodies, the three of them let out a plaintive scream, falling directly to the ground, their bodies convulsing like being electrocuted, utterly losing the ability to resist.
The surrounding Demon Pattern Knights took advantage of the situation, swarming to restrain the three Dark Elves.
Seeing this, Sherman let out a slight sigh of relief, rubbing the Disaster Ring with his fingers, a small smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
Thankfully, the Disaster Ring was reliable; otherwise, if the three Dark Elves had merged into the shadows, catching them would have been very challenging.
The dim environment of the underground world was naturally the realm of the Dark Elves.
Their shadow stealth abilities in this environment could be regarded as uniquely suitable, elusive.
If it weren’t for this, the fearsome reputation of the Dark Elves wouldn’t have spread throughout the subterranean realm, causing terror at the mere mention.
“Put the Demon-Banning Handcuffs on them, take them back to Nolan City.”
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“Dark Elves?”
Sunan lifted his head from behind the desk, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Having just emerged from the Meditation Room after a long absence, he summoned Carolina and the Red Widow, only to find out from them that Dark Elves had been captured.
Sunan was somewhat astonished.
The nearest city to Magic Spider City in the Star Alliance is Nolan City, yet it’s separated by seven to eight hundred kilometers.
