Chapter 203
Lucan was a mighty warrior of Master Mage Stage VIII, a rank so formidable that even in the ranks
of Cobalt Strike, he would be considered an Elder. His arrival at the battlefield turned the tide in an
instant. The troop with a hundred guards, leveraging their numerical advantage, peeled away
dozens of bandits for a concerted assault.
Panic took hold of the bandits as they had not anticipated facing such a powerful foe. They yelled
for retreat, struggling desperately. But by the time they thought to flee, it was toote. The ck-
cloaked figures, cold-blooded killers that they were, maintained their steely gazes, unchanging from
start to finish. As the bandits descended into disarray, the ughter began without mercy.
Deep in the mining district, Vandill gazed westward, sensing that something was amiss. The
confrontation should have ended swiftly – a simple case of cutting down the defenseless members
of the Mallister family. But instead, the sounds of battle grew fiercer.
"Elder Vandill, something''s not right," a Cobalt Strike Protégé warned Vandill. Thick smoke billowed
in the west, mes licked the sky as if burning through the heavens themselves, and the distant
mor of battle cries and thunderous booms could be heard. If one looked closely, signs of Combat
Magic shing were evident.
They were all Mages; they knew well the spectacle that Combat Magic collisions could create. By
their reckoning, Lucan should have just arrived, yet the chaotic skirmish seemed to have been
raging for quite some time.
"Should we go and have a look?" The guards of the Mallister family were worried.
"Without mymand, no one moves," Vandill reminded them sternly. Apart from a few
powerhouses like Lucan and Godfred, the rest of the Mallister family''s guard troop was of average
strength, but they had the advantage of numbers, over a thousand strong.
"Aren''t you worried about any mishaps?" the deputymander, Godfred, asked, frowning towards
the horizon.
"This mining district is about to be spent. A mishap or two doesn''t matter," Vandill replied. His only
concern was the treasure trove of magical ore.
"Don''t be so absolute. I suggest we send someone to take a look."
"No need."
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Vandill''s refusal was as firm as it was paranoid, a choice that directly led to the demise of those
three hundred Cobalt Strike Protégés.
"Cobalt Strike will never forgive you..." A ''bandit'' stood amidst the ruins, his hoarse voice screaming
in defiance. His face twisted in rage and resentment.
Two ck-cloaked figures dashed past him; their des crossed in a sh of deadly precision, and
with a sickening sound, a head soared into the air, blood spurting in its wake.
This was thest ''bandit.'' He was now kneeling heavily on the ground, weapon slipping from his
powerless grasp. Silence fell upon the scene, with nothing but the marks of battle strewn across the
devastatednd.
Balder spat and scoffed, “Pitiful Grand Elder!”
By that time, other squads tasked with intercepting bandits had returned, one of them escorting the
male weaklings of the Mallister family. They, too, had been frightened, but thankfully, ''The Silent
de'' hade to their rescue in time, preventing any casualties.
Thus, the three hundred Cobalt Strike Protégés masquerading as bandits had been annihted, and
not one had escaped. In their final moments, they had hoped vainly for Vandill''s aid, but their shouts
for rescue went unanswered, falling one by one.
"Korb, are you alright?" Helna and the others approached, relief flooding her heart.
"What happened?" Korb and his group were visibly shaken, and many of the frail young boys were
terrified.
In the shadows, Garrat, the squad leader, hid silently, having watched the events unfold without
revealing himself. He had recognized the danger and the identity of ''The Silent de'' the moment
they appeared.