At a time when cold weapons were prevalent, someone had already created terrifying firearms. If this power is not classified as supernatural, then engineers will be above everyone else.
When firearms emerged, Font was the first to witness their power. They could not be underestimated. Now it is even more proven that engineers like Walden are trustworthy.
"Walden, blow off their heads one by one." Font uttered a sinister voice. He guessed that Alkmaar must still be in the dark and not know his true identity. Nor did he know that he was a wizard. So the possessors of supernatural power he sent to eliminate him were just some of the most junior ones. Walden's firearms were fully capable of dealing with them.
After Walden loaded the gunpowder, he raised the firearm and aimed it at the galloping ghost carriage in the rear. The closer the distance, the clearer it became. This meant that the accuracy of the firearm had increased significantly. The first time he blew off someone's head. The second time, someone on the ghost carriage would still have their head blown off. That's what the other possessors of supernatural power on Font's side thought.
"Bang"
A huge sound. The wilderness seemed to shake along with it. After the sound was emitted, Walden's body swayed. That was the recoil generated by the firearm.
Someone on the ghost carriage responded after the sound was emitted. An old man in a white robe stood up. His withered palm was raised. A layer of blue light enveloped the ghost carriage, like a layer of ice. The defensive layer formed by the ice and the silver staff badge flashing on his chest complemented each other.
The magic shield formed by ice was covered with tiny beads, suspended in the air. The old man in the white robe showed a smile on his face. He retracted his palm. Those deadly beads fell, making a swishing sound.
The firearm was ineffective. Walden was stunned and stared blankly. The others on Font's side were also at a loss and stared at the strange scene just now through the darkness.
Someone exclaimed. "A water element mage with a silver staff badge. Alkmaar has actually dispatched such a powerful possessor of supernatural power."
Possessors of supernatural power like mages are classified according to their strength into iron staff badges, copper staff badges, silver staff badges, gold staff badges, and violet badges. And they are divided into different types according to the element systems they are good at: fire element mages, water element mages, wind element mages, and special arcane element mages. Now what they saw was a silver staff badge mage who had mastered water elements.
Font couldn't believe it. This exceeded his estimate. The crazy Alkmaar wanted to kill him at all costs.
The galloping carriages in the wilderness were closer. The two sides could already see each other's faces. Someone on the ghost carriage launched an attack first.
A wizard with a silver crow badge stood up and chanted a low dirge. That was a witchcraft incantation. The flat ground trembled. The wilderness rumbled non-stop, as if it was about to be torn apart by an invisible giant. "Landslide..."
A wizard with a silver crow badge on Font's side stood on the roof of the carriage and let out an eerie laugh. His pale fingers stroked the night, as if touching smooth black silk. The night seemed to come alive. A huge palm stretched out to soothe the earth that was causing trouble like a naughty child. The laughter was shrill and suppressed the sound of the landslide. The ground became quiet again. Only his sinister laugh remained.
A faint fireball flew out from the ghost carriage and struck a carriage in front. That was an attack launched by a fire element mage with an iron staff badge.
On Font's side, the mage standing on the roof of the carriage saw the faint fireball pierce the night and come speeding. The iron staff badge on his chest emitted a faint white light. A 虚幻 milky white light ball flew out from his hand. That was an arcane ball. This represented that he was an arcane mage.
The possessors of supernatural power on both sides in the night fought in pairs. People were constantly being knocked off the carriage. The flames burning all over Font's body allowed him to see the situation clearly. At present, it seemed that the two sides were in a stalemate. No one had the upper hand. Alkmaar had dispatched most of the possessors of supernatural power. And he had also brought most of the possessors of supernatural power around his father.
But soon this balance would be broken. As a student of Mozart, a wizard with a gold crow badge, Font's strength as a wizard with a silver crow badge was stronger than that of an ordinary wizard with a silver crow badge. He mastered more advanced witchcraft.
Soon he became impatient and wanted to end this battle. The terrifying and dazzling light emitted from the deep eyes embedded in the skull was like a night pearl. A low and terrifying voice came from his throat. "Heaven is too far away. The door to hell is close at hand. In the name of the witch god, open the door to hell. The undead return to the world and take them to the darkest abyss."
The air around became stagnant. The night became even darker. The stars in the sky lost their luster. The light was swallowed up. Countless arms appeared on the ground. Those arms swayed on the ground densely and tried hard to climb out from below the ground. Those were the undead summoned from the deepest part of hell.
The arms were rotten and covered in blood. Cries were mixed with laments. The air was filled with the breath of death, making people almost suffocate. The carriage ran on those corpses and waving arms. The horses on Font's side were immune to those undead. But the undead carriage in the rear was not so lucky.
Countless rotten arms grabbed the undead carriage and were pulled out from the charred ground. They climbed up along the side of the undead carriage. The low-level possessors of supernatural power standing on the edge of the undead carriage and fighting were touched by the undead. Their skin quickly rotted and their flesh fell off, leaving only bones. Their souls and flesh had been taken to hell by the undead. There would be no daylight forever and they would endure the most cruel punishment.
Font's advanced necromancy witchcraft instantly changed the direction of the battle. The undead carriage became a grave. Continuously, low-level possessors of supernatural power were taken to the abyss of hell by the undead.
The corners of Font's skull's mouth curled up. He had already seen the dawn of victory. However, that was just an illusion. Then an unbelievable thing happened.
A figure stood up on the undead carriage. That figure was wearing a linen robe. The golden owl badge on his chest was eye-catching and the light it emitted was almost blinding.
"That's the alchemist Rondo. A rare alchemist with a golden owl badge." Someone discovered the terrifying power in the opponent's camp.
As possessors of supernatural power, alchemists are usually proud of refining some materials with special functions. After being included in the possessors of supernatural power by the Holy See, they are divided according to their strength into: iron owl badge, copper owl badge, silver owl badge, gold owl badge, and tulip badge.
The triumphant smile on Font's face disappeared and was replaced by fear. An alchemist with a gold owl badge had actually been dispatched here. Had Alkmaar gone crazy?
It was once heard that Alkmaar had an alchemist friend. That was one of the few alchemists with a golden owl badge on the mainland. But no one had ever seen this alchemist named Rondo himself. Because he was devoted to researching some potions. Even Alkmaar rarely saw him. Only when there was something very important would he be alarmed.
Originally, Font thought that Alkmaar would never send such a level of character. But his estimate was wrong. One of the greatest alchemists still alive, Rondo, came in person. The balance of power was reversed.
Because of an experimental mistake when he was young, Rondo lost one eye. His one eye was covered with a black eye patch, revealing only one eye that was also covered with scars. He took out a bottle of green potion in his hand. Opened the bottle cap with his mouth and poured out the green potion.
The green potion quickly spread and emitted a strong light. Rondo's throat let out a rough voice. "Try my latest invention. Super purification potion. The power enough to purify everything is just right to be used on these evil spirits."
The super purification potion flowed from the ghost carriage. The strong light overcame the endless darkness. The undead who touched the light let out painful roars and fell from the carriage, smashing into pieces.
When the purification potion flowed to the ground along the floor of the carriage, the speed of diffusion accelerated. It quickly devoured the scorched ground and those undead who were constantly trying to climb out. The undead from the abyss of hell let out desperate voices. Their bodies melted and disappeared. When the barren scorched earth was purified, the seeds buried underground quickly took root and sprouted, growing new life. It seemed that winter had passed and spring had returned to the earth.
The door to the abyss of hell was closed. Font's most proud hell abyss witchcraft was defeated by that bottle of green potion. The flesh on his body quickly recovered and the flames burning on his body quickly disappeared.
He was unable to resist an alchemist with a gold owl badge. Font felt fear. Looking at this scene with a pale face, his mind quickly gave the most correct hint. "Leave here." Confronting an alchemist with a gold owl badge was extremely unwise. At least for now, he was not qualified.
He jumped into the carriage in one leap. Waved the whip and urged the horses. The vehicle accelerated. Staying here was only a path to death. He still couldn't understand why Alkmaar would send such a terrifying force to chase and kill him. If it was just because he instructed that paladin to reach Varna and inform, taking away his title, then the other party would not pay so much attention to him. Just any possessor of supernatural power could kill him, this smart ordinary person.
Could his true identity have been exposed? But he quickly denied this thought. No one knew his true identity. Even that former ally Donning only knew that his father was a big businessman with some means. But he didn't know who his father was specifically. At this level of pursuit, unless Alkmaar knew that he was the biological son of his competitor Gaitan.
What went wrong that made Alkmaar pay so much attention to him and send out the strongest possessor of supernatural power around him, Rondo.
But it was too late to realize this now. The wheels of the galloping carriage were blown apart by a fireball. The carriage immediately tilted and rolled in a hurry. The horses broke free from the reins and quickly fled.
The carriage stopped rolling only when it was smashed to pieces. Font, who was in a mess all over, stood up panting. The possessors of supernatural power he brought had been almost exhausted. Now only he was left.