books44 Chapter 620 Anno, I think it's all a misunderstanding.
Chapter 620 Anno, I think it's all a misunderstanding.
Casta and Salin quickly led their men aside, watching helplessly as the summoned creatures swiftly pushed the carriage that was blocking the road to the side.
"Your Highness...Prince Tester!"
Even after the road was cleared, Salin did not see Priss reappear, and he went to find Tester in a panic.
"Lord Pris is a duke of the kingdom, this..."
"Didn't he bring this on himself?"
Tester interrupted Salin without any politeness, then said, "A duke, no matter how high his rank, is still just a duke. Those who don't respect the royal family are useless!"
As he listened to Tester's last words, Salin suddenly noticed that Buck and the other summoned creatures were looking at him, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
However, Tester ignored Salin and his group and continued leading his team toward the Heroes' Tomb.
"Sharin, Lord Pris... Lord Pris couldn't have already...?"
After Casta and the rest of the team left, he quickly went to Sarin's side.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Shalin shook his head violently and roared somewhat nervously, "That's an eighth-tier archmage!"
Eighth Rank!
It's impossible for him to be killed instantly!
Anno has also disappeared.
It must be that Anno moved Lord Priss to some other place.
The two should be sparring at this moment.
That's definitely it!
That's Lord Priss; he can't be defeated so easily.
Moreover, Anno didn't even take those ten peak seventh-tier summons with him; he was too careless!
"We just need to wait here patiently for Lord Pris's good news."
Although Sarin said this, he was very uneasy inside.
Tester and the others left with confident expressions!
This shows that they fully believe Anno has a way to defeat Pris.
"Damn it, how could his strength have increased so quickly!"
Casta sheathed his weapon with trembling hands.
When Casta made eye contact with Buck just now, he felt as if he was about to be swallowed up by the other man.
......
Within the Evil King's Domain.
Somewhat flustered, Pris flew into the sky and observed the unfamiliar surroundings.
"It's like a pillow delivered right to my doorstep! I just advanced to the eighth rank and was looking for a sparring partner, and you've come to me for the taking!"
The voice came from behind Pris.
The latter quickly turned around and saw Anno looking at Pris with a half-smile, saying, "Since it's a test of the summon's combat power, I won't use [Devouring Reincarnation] to bully you."
Come out, everyone!
As Anno's voice faded, a large number of various monsters appeared around him.
The sight of thousands of densely packed mid-level summoned creatures nearly made Pris's eyes pop out of their sockets.
"This number is probably over a thousand!"
A thousand men formed an army; Anno's summoned creatures constituted an entire unit, and an elite one at that!
After suppressing his surprise, Priss regained his composure and said disdainfully, "The numbers are indeed astonishing, but such an elite force is nothing compared to an eighth-tier mage... What? This is..."
As they were talking, one monster after another, each radiating level 40 magic power, appeared around Anno.
Moreover, the summoned objects are getting bigger and bigger!
This is not finished.
To Priss's disbelief, two eighth-tier summons, radiating level 41 magical energy, appeared in his field of vision.
One of them was an old man carrying a tortoise shell on his back.
The other is an unknown monster with gray skin all over its body.
Its left arm is a thick, strong arm, while its right arm is like a Y-shaped tree branch, covered with white skeletal armor.
Both arms were covered with dense, intricate magic patterns.
"Two Rank 8 summons? And so many Rank 7 peak summons, how could this be?"
This time, Priss was not as calm as before; his face was deathly pale, and his dry, wrinkled skin was all scrunched up.
He didn't even notice that he had pulled out several strands of his white beard.
It's not his fault.
After all, it's not a difficult task for an eighth-tier mage to fight against a thousand mid-level elite troops alone.
Even when faced with two level 41, tier-eight beginner monsters, Priss can engage them and find opportunities to defeat them one by one.
However, Anno also had a large number of level 40 Tier 7 summons around him.
The quantity is expected to be around four hundred!
What's the point of playing this game?!
Four hundred peak seventh-tier cultivators trapped in this place—even if Leimens came, he would be worn down to death!
Compared to this number, the two level 41 summons are a minor matter.
At this moment, Pris finally understood why Anno had always had such a calm and collected expression.
"This guy, did he never take me seriously from the start?!"
Priss felt his hand holding the staff trembling slightly.
"Baron Anno, I think this is all a misunderstanding..."
Boom!
Pulis stared wide-eyed and turned around to look behind him, only to spot a fleeting, dark blue figure.
The magic shield he had cast on himself when he came in already had cracks.
If that sneak attack happens again, the shield will definitely shatter!
"There's still one more Rank 8!"
Priss broke out in a cold sweat.
He was completely unaware of the person who attacked him.
The moment he turned around, the Ghost Hunter raised his Y-shaped right arm and placed his left palm in the center of the 'tree branch'.
Then, the magic runes on his left arm began to flash, and a magic concentrator the size of a billiard ball was formed.
boom!
After taking aim, the demonic runes on the right arm of the Nether Hunter flickered, and the concentrated bullet instantly tore through the air, rushing towards Priss.
Boom!
The concentrated bullet struck the magic shield, causing a massive explosion.
Pris was also blasted away.
Taking advantage of this moment, the void creature Kastin reappeared behind Priss, attempting a sneak attack.
"Don't even think about it!"
The moment Pris was blasted away, he guessed that the unknown summon that had attacked him before would attack again.
With a flick of his wand, whistling wind blades appeared around Priss.
The newly emerged Castin was instantly cut open by the wind blades, leaving numerous wounds.
However, the dagger that Castin threw also pierced Pris's shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere.
As Kastin re-entered the void, Priss dodged the ranged attacks of the Nether Hunters while rebuilding the magic rune array, enveloping himself in an eighth-tier magic shield!
"That bastard Anno, he wants to kill me!"
Being enveloped by an invisible magical shield greatly improved his safety, but Priss felt no joy whatsoever.
Although Anno's seventh-tier summons haven't made a move yet.
However, Pris had already sensed Anno's murderous intent.
Anno didn't let his summoned creatures swarm him, probably just to humiliate and toy with him.
"Anno, we don't have any deep-seated hatred. I just said a few words after returning to the royal city."
If you think I did something wrong, you can tell me, and I can apologize and admit my mistake.
If you want Tester to be king, I actually support it!
Why did things have to escalate to this point?
Moreover, murdering the kingdom's duke is a grave crime!
I admit I was a bit arrogant and used my seniority to pressure you. I shouldn't have used my title to intimidate you.
I apologize to you!
I'll send you compensation later; you can tell me how much you want.
Pris was genuinely scared.
He was genuinely afraid that Anno would kill him.
Then, what responded to Priss was the relentless attack from the Nether Hunters, the charging Turtle Shell Elder, and the attacks from numerous Tier 7 and mid-tier summons!