Even though Julie had seen many cruel scenes, her stomach still churned when she saw such a gory scene.
On the other hand, Emyr was already used to it since he was mentally prepared.
He casually picked up the blood-stained sword and threw it to Julie. "Take it for self-defense."
"I don't need it with you around."
Emyr took a deep breath. "I don't need it either."
"Hahaha — lie down obediently, or I'll kill you!"
"No, no! Help — I don't care who — come and save me!!! "
Rude shouts and a woman's cries for help came from the back of the house.
Julie clenched her fists angrily. "These bastards!"
"Don't worry." Emyr instantly disappeared, and then his cold voice was heard. "This is my territory. They all have to die!"
Julie was startled and quickly chased into the room. Emyr handed a woman to her.
The woman, who had yet to recover from the shock, trembled incessantly and looked at Emyr, not knowing how to thank him.
"It's okay."
After Emyr finished speaking, he looked at the bandit at his feet.
The bandit was not afraid of Emyr at all. "You dare to resist? Brother Lake will kill you!"
Emyr's eyes were cold. He burned the bandit to ashes with a fireball and then walked out.
To him, it didn't matter how many bandits there were.
Emyr calmly looked at his surroundings. He wasn't worried about the danger. This was a habit he had developed in the game. As a Magician, he had to be aware of his surroundings at all times.
Ellington was different from the game. The buildings here were more chaotic. There was no overall plan. The ground was also paved with gravel. The gaps between the houses were also unreasonable. Some were big and some were small, making it easy for the enemy to hide.
"Bastard of Ellington, go to hell —"
Emyr casually threw a fireball and burned him to ashes. He thought to himself, "The eighth one."
His speed was extremely fast, and he practically swept through everything in his path. As he got closer to the center of the town, he encountered more and more bandits.
Suddenly, there was a sound, and a bandit rushed out of the house, cursing and swearing. He was holding a big bag of food in his hands. Seeing that Emyr did not escape, he excitedly threw down the food and pounced on him with his sword.
There was actually someone who hadn't run away …
The bandit sneered as he pounced on Emyr.
Emyr didn't even look at them. When the bandits pounced on him, he threw a fireball at them!
The bandits were reduced to ashes.
"The ninth one."
The residents of the house rushed out and moved the food back into the house. After sneaking a glance at Emyr, they slammed the door shut.
Emyr was speechless.
What about Ellington's militia?
Emyr frowned slightly. They had encountered an enemy attack, but they didn't even see the guards. Emyr shook his head in his heart.
Emyr continued to walk forward. Julie followed him from a distance. She hid in a corner and watched as Emyr slaughtered everyone as if there was no one around. She was amazed and in awe.
Emyr's footsteps paused. His pupils suddenly shrank.
In the square in front of him, a little girl was standing there crying helplessly. The surrounding villagers were fleeing in panic. No one paid any attention to her, making her look so lonely and helpless.
The houses were set ablaze by the bandits. There were flames and smoke everywhere. There was chaos and corpses everywhere. In the dusky sky, the sorrowful cries of birds seemed to indicate an ominous future.
The little girl stood there helplessly. Her hair and face were dirty from the thick smoke, and tears flowed down her face.
"Sister Elsa … Wu … Where are you … Elijah is so scared …"
Elijah cried as she walked. None of the villagers cared about her. Even when they were fleeing, some deliberately avoided Elijah.
"Go to hell!!"
The bandits rushed into the crowd with sinister smiles. The cavalry swords in their hands mercilessly reaped the lives of the villagers. The air reverberated with the screams of dying people. The pungent smell of blood filled the air.
This was a massacre. There was no beauty in it. It was a cruel massacre.
Looking at the bloody corpses in front of her, Elijah stood there in a daze. Although she had always been ostracized and discriminated against, when she saw the familiar faces fall one after another, Elijah was still frightened.
Death had never been so close to her before.
"Little bastard, go to hell!"
A bandit on a warhorse charged towards Elijah with a hideous grin on his face. The warhorse's iron hooves were raised high in the air. She was about to be trampled to death.
Elijah stood there in a daze. Suddenly, she screamed. Spots of light appeared around her, and the air seemed to distort …
Emyr was startled and his expression changed drastically. He instantly rushed out from the side without thinking and took her into his arms. Then, he rolled to avoid the trampling of the warhorse's iron hooves!
"There's actually a bastard Ellington — Kill!"
The bandit squeezed the horse's belly. The warhorse neighed and rushed towards Emyr!
His sword was raised high and shone with a cold light!
Julie was scared out of her wits. She cried out, "Be careful!"
Emyr pressed Elijah to the ground, and Elijah let out a cry as she crawled on the ground. Without holding back, Emyr punched the horse's belly, and the warhorse exploded into pieces. The bandit cried out in surprise as he was sent flying!
However, the bandit had adjusted his posture before he fell. He rolled and stood up. He cursed at Emyr, "How dare you kill my beloved horse! Die!"
The bandit raised his sword and slashed at Emyr's neck!
Emyr didn't even look at him. With a flick of his finger, the sword was sent flying back. It went straight into the bandit's head.
The bandit died!
Emyr stared at Elijah in his arms and asked gently, "Are you okay?"
"I, I'm fine …"
It seemed that this was the first time Elijah had felt the feeling of being hugged by someone. Coupled with the shock she had just received, she was scared silly. Her face was black from the thick smoke, and streaks of tears were clearly visible.
"Okay, I'll protect you. Everything will be fine."
Emyr patted her head and stood up.
The horse galloped and a cold light attacked!
Clang, clang, clang —
Emyr held Elijah with his left hand and blocked the opponent's attack with his right hand. The opponent's arm was swollen and he was shocked.
"Eh?"
Lake couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when his attack didn't work. Doubts arose in his heart. That freakishly strong woman, Elsa, had been summoned by the militia captain, Ronnie, to defend the lord's mansion. How could there be someone in this town who could block his attack?
He was a bronze-level rank-2 swordsman!
How could he be stronger than him?!
Moreover, he blocked his attack without even looking. His movements were so skillful. He was like a veteran who had been training on the battlefield for more than ten years. No, he was even more skillful than a veteran. This was a master-level technique!
Could he be an expert?!
How was that possible?!
Lake's gaze suddenly turned to Elijah. With a thought, Lake once again raised his strength and attacked Emyr with all his might!
The knight's sword was raised, chopped, and slashed. Every move was aimed at Elijah who was in Emyr's arms!
Elijah was frightened by the sword in front of her. Sparks of light appeared beside her again.
Feeling that magic power at such a close distance, Emyr once again confirmed his guess, and he was even more shocked.
It was indeed a body with magic affinity!
In the game's setting, a body with magic affinity was a gift from the gods. People with such a body would be able to cultivate magic very quickly. They were born mages!
However, this was also a burden that humans could not bear. Not everyone had the luck to enjoy such a blessing. The consequence of having a magic pool that was naturally activated and would expand over time was that once one did not master the correct way to use it, the magic would resonate with the magic waves around and it would be easy to lose control of the magic.
The consequence of losing control of the magic was to explode and die. Everything within a thousand miles would be barren and it would become a magic vacuum zone. All humans and magical beasts with magic pools in their bodies would be detonated at the same time.
In the game, the players would self-destruct. The players who had such a rare talent were practically invincible. They would self-destruct without a word and the people around them would all die. As a result, the players would collectively reject the players with magic affinity. In the end, those players were isolated and did not dare to self-destruct.
Of course, that was in the game. Now that they were in the real world, if the magic went out of control … Perhaps even he would be finished!
Emyr broke out in cold sweat from the lingering fear.
Because he was worried that he would resonate with Elijah's uncontrollable magic, Emyr did not even dare to use spells!
He picked up a charred wooden stick from the ground. After infusing it with magic, he defended against Lake's attack while comforting Elijah. "Elijah! Calm down! Calm down! I'll protect you. You'll be fine!"
Hmph! We'll talk about it after you survive!
Lake grinned and launched a round of fierce attacks!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Sparks flew. Lake's face was covered in sweat, but his expression was extremely calm. He had not made a single mistake since the start of the fight. He did not dare to make a mistake.
After the real fight, he realized how difficult of an opponent he had met!
Clang!
Damn it! He was blocked again!
Lake was extremely angry. His swordsmanship was considered very good among One-Eyed Buck's subordinates. Otherwise, Buck would not have entrusted him with such an important task.
But at this moment, he realized that his strength and skills were completely useless. His moves were always affected by his opponent. He was clearly aiming for the little bastard's neck, but in the end, he was gently pushed away by him and completely missed. Sometimes, he would even hit the ground!
What made Lake most angry was that his opponent did not even have a decent weapon! He only used a charred wooden stick that he picked up casually!
And the sharp cavalry sword in his hand was emitting a faint glow. It was a glimmering magical weapon!
Someone used a long wooden stick to block the attack of a bronze-level rank-2 swordsman, and the swordsman's weapon was a glimmering magical weapon!
Who would believe this?!
Lake suddenly recalled the feeling he had when he faced the instructor on the training ground. That's right, it was the feeling of being high up and oppressing!
This was impossible!
Lake was terrified, but he quickly suppressed it. How could there be such a powerful person in a small town like Ellington?
It must be an illusion!
Thinking of this, Lake tightened his grip on the cavalry sword in his hand again and slashed towards Elijah at lightning speed!
Emyr snorted coldly. Then, the long stick in his hand drilled out like a poisonous snake and pierced towards his opponent's chest!
Lake was shocked. He quickly gave up his attack and retreated!
Hearing the piercing sound of the long stick piercing through the air, Lake was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.
That attack just now, even if it was him, he would have died on the spot if he had been hit!
He did not expect Ellington to have such an outstanding expert!
Lake tightened his grip on the long sword, his palms full of sweat.