bookpub Chapter 169 One Against Many
Chapter 169 One Against Many
Chapter 169 One Against Many
That's all for now. Wait for my message.
At the docks outside the city, Kane bid farewell to Arundel, Risa, and others on a merchant ship.
"Be very careful."
Arundel nodded and then led Risa and the others back to the merchant ship.
The cabins not only provide living space but also offer excellent privacy.
Once the pursuers are spotted, the mooring ropes can be cut immediately, and the sails can be set sail to leave.
Kane nodded, but his gaze swept over the caravan loading and unloading goods not far away, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
A short while later, Kane appeared, dressed in coarse cloth and pushing a cart loaded with eight bags of flour.
If it weren't for the ever-present curved sword at his waist, he would look no different from any other merchant clerk.
He came to the familiar wall and, following the method taught by Arundel, tapped it three times lightly, paused briefly, and then knocked it heavily once more.
A cool breeze and a soft rustling sound came from the side of the wall as Kane pushed the cart inside.
The passage was dark, enclosed, and oppressive, as if it were about to swallow the dawn.
But Kane was fearless.
"My biggest trump card right now is to use a dust explosion to take down the enemy together, and then revive by relying on my immortality."
However, the problem remains: special enclosed environments such as warehouses or passageways are required.
Moreover, each use will result in death, wasting 30% of the current level's experience.
Kane glanced at the handcart, pondering to himself.
"After that, we either need to find a way to improve this spell, or we need to find more trump cards."
The fork in the road is now in sight.
The ground bears the marks of yesterday's battle—the slime of the Wax Demon and the remains of the Quass.
It has completely disappeared.
The time is almost right.
He stopped the cart at the fork in the road and scanned the dark passageway that stretched out like a spider web before him.
Then he closed his eyes, as if quietly waiting for something.
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coming.
In the darkness above, a pool of wax silently condensed, then suddenly hardened into a sharp dagger, which slashed down!
Kane retreated rapidly.
The dagger struck the spot where he had just stood, sending stone chips flying.
He kicked to the right almost simultaneously!
With a whoosh, a previously invisible Quassa demon was kicked into existence, slamming heavily against the rock wall with a miserable howl as its scimitar was drawn, its cold light flashing.
Another dagger that came from behind was precisely sliced off and fell to the ground, turning into wax.
Without pausing, Kane uttered a single syllable in a low voice: "Light!"
A gentle yet resolute light emanated from his hand, dispelling some of the darkness at the crossroads.
Under the light, many unnatural and eerie shadows flickered and overlapped on the surrounding rock walls.
But Kane knew it was just a visual illusion.
"No need to hide anymore, come out, all of you."
He spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the passageway.
"Giggle giggle————"
Malicious laughter rang out from all directions, and the shadows began to twist and stretch, gradually solidifying into physical forms.
Eight wax demons of different forms appeared, including an assassin, a mage, a swordsman, and a wandering knight.
The leader was none other than the red-robed mage.
Just like Arundel's deceased friend.
Kane had no doubts.
The Wax Demon can change its form; the one we encountered before was killed by it, and this is just another one.
"Poor wretch," the red-robed wax demon sneered, "did your companions throw you back to your death?"
Let's have less verbal sparring.
Kane shook his head, his tone calm.
"I'm just curious, how many more things like yours are hidden in the Susas royal court?"
He appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was tense.
He was testing them; the Molten Wax Demon was clearly an elite that was even more troublesome than the Quassai Demon.
If they are all at the second-order level, the situation will be more complicated than expected.
"Curious?" the red-robed wax demon laughed.
"Useless curiosity. I'll tell you anyway, only the truly strong deserve to be among us. As for those inferior ones—"
It paused deliberately, its voice turning icy: "We will send them back to the abyss ourselves."
"
Return to the abyss—kill them, then use their remains to make "possession potions"?
Kane's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled Risa's desperate escape.
The law of the jungle prevails, and this is perhaps even more nakedly cruel within the Abyss Cult.
Before the thought had even finished, a sharp shadow blade suddenly pierced out from his own shadow beneath his feet!
Kane twisted his body and swung his sword to parry; metal clashed, sparks flying.
But the other two Wax Demons have already attacked from the flanks!
Kane was forced to retreat repeatedly, his back pressed against the cold rock wall.
He glanced at the cart beside him and suddenly kicked it into the enemy ranks!
boom!
A wax demon resembling a swordsman swung its blade at the oncoming cart, tearing the cloth bag apart and releasing flour that sprayed out like smoke.
"Flour?" The red-robed wax demon was taken aback at first, then sneered.
"Are you carrying all this stuff so you can bake yourself some bread before you die?"
Kane did not answer.
The blade flashed again, the Susas curved sword technique unleashed with fierce and unrestrained power!
"Capture him! Alive! Find out the whereabouts of the others!" the red-robed wax demon shouted.
The demons swarmed forward.
Kane pushed off the ground with his toes, using Spider Walk to move sideways along the rock wall while simultaneously casting Tricks to disrupt the movement.
At the narrow crossroads, blades, daggers, and arrows formed from solidified wax intertwined to create a web of death.
*Sizzle!* Kane suffered several more wounds, his clothes torn, and blood stained his collar.
He seized an opening and rapidly chanted, "Protect from evil spirits!"
The curved blade in his hand was instantly enveloped in a faint magical glow, designed to target evil otherworldly creatures.
Sensing the magical aura that was specifically designed to counter demons, the wax demons visibly froze, their faces showing fear.
"What are you afraid of! His spell slots are limited!"
The red-robed demon, now in wax, roared to quell the army's discontent.
It's now!
Kane withstood an attack from the side, and despite the pain, lunged at the Wax Demon that was closest to the cart and was panicked by the spell, his blade flashing fiercely as he slashed down!
The melting wax demon screamed, and its body instantly disintegrated, turning into a disgusting pool of viscous wax.
The remaining seven Wax Demons were both shocked and enraged, and their attacks became even more rapid.
"Cripple him! Just leave him alive!"
The voice of the red-robed wax demon was filled with hatred.
Summoning each Wax Demon comes at a high price.
Seven wax spikes simultaneously pierced Kane, who had been forced to the side of the wreckage of the cart, from different angles!
*Thud!* The sound of flesh being pierced rang out.
The cart completely fell apart, and the remaining flour was thrown into the air by the blast wave, filling almost the entire intersection area with a white haze of dust.
As the dust settled, it became clear that Kane was impaled on his limbs and torso by several wax spikes.
He was suspended in mid-air, nailed to the spot, his scimitar slipped from his hand, his body covered in blood, and he looked utterly miserable.
"Gotcha, you bug."
The red-robed wax demon stepped forward, his tone cruel.
But it immediately met Kane's eyes.
There was no despair, no pain, but rather an almost joyful calmness, with even a faint smile playing on the corners of his lips.
"No!" another wax demon suddenly shrieked, "Look at his wounds!"
The red-robed wax demon suddenly lowered its head.
At Kane's horrific, penetrating wounds, blood was defying logic, slowly flowing backwards. The wounds were visibly writhing and healing, sprouting granulation tissue.
"This is not a power that mortals can possess—are you also a demon?" it asked in surprise.
Still suspended in mid-air, Kane looked at the demons and revealed his gleaming white teeth: "Goodbye, demons."
Before he could finish speaking, he uttered a few obscure syllables.
"Burning Hand!"
boom!!!
A gigantic phantom of a fiery hand appeared out of thin air, not to attack any demons, but to strike directly at the center of the dust and mist filling the air!
To ignite it, all it takes is a single spark.
The sealed side passages, the abundant combustion dust, and the air in the narrow space already turbulent from the battle.
All conditions were met instantly.
Starting from the first tiny spark, the flames spread and expanded at an incredible speed!
A dazzling orange-red light suddenly filled every inch of space, followed by a deafening and terrifying explosion!
boom-!!!
The enclosed environment amplified the explosive power to its maximum.
The raging flames and shockwaves swept everything away, engulfing Kane and the seven terrified Molten Wax Goblins.
It even pulled out, tore apart, and carbonized several Quassa demons that had been lurking in the shadows.
A terrifying roar echoed repeatedly in the passageway, lingering for a long time.
Even after a long time, the smoke and the pungent smell of burning still lingered.
On the ground covered with wax and charred remains, a nearly unrecognizable "corpse" twitched slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a charred hand suddenly reached out from the ruins and grabbed the ground.