<h4>Chapter 595 Mag Alex’s Forte...</h4>


    Narson saw many things. He experienced a vision that took him back to when he was 18 years old, when he had received his military uniform from his father and be an honorable knight. Not long after that, his father was killed while standing up for some people who were being harassed by a noble. However, those nobles were beyond reproach, and he couldn’t do anything even as a knight. The hierarchical disparity plunged him into crushing despair, and he had even consideredunching a suicide attack against them.


    However, another nobleman helped him throw those nobles into prison, and the one who had killed his father even died in his jail cell while serving his sentence.


    After that, Narson became a ck Falcon.


    There were many other people just like him among the ck Falcons. They weren’t pursuing riches or power, but they harbored absolute loyalty to the second prince, and wouldy down their lives for him without batting their eyelids. The second prince had bestowed upon them their second lives, so they were eternally indebted to him.


    For their second prince, they were even willing to set aside their fears to pursue the all-powerful Alex and attempt to kill him should they encounter him.


    Alex had once been the brightest star in the royal army. His scintiting light illuminated the entire Roth Empire, and he was vastly renowned even in the scope of the entire Nond Continent.


    He was a 10th-tier knight, a dragonyer, the youngest general in the empire’s history... He possessed countless glorious titles, and was regarded as the only man to have reached the peak of human performance.


    Even after Alex had beenpletely disabled following an borate assassination attempt, Narson discovered that he was still no match for this legendary man.


    He could sense that his opponent only possessed a 3rd-tier power level, but he was simply unable to defend himself from his attack.


    Narson’s eyes widened as he looked at his own longsword being severed by his opponent’s.


    A cold sensation nced past his neck, and all feeling left his body. Blood gushed from his neck, and as his head fell to the ground, he saw his headless corpse also copsing in the rain.


    So he really is Mag Alex... One final thought shed through Narson’s mind before his consciousness waspletely snuffed out.


    After decapitating Narson, Mag didn’t even take a single nce back at him before charging toward the next ck-robed figure.


    A pir of blood erupted into the air as Narson’s head thumped to the ground. He seemed to have been in in the blink of an


    eye.


    All of the ck Falcons’ eyes widened in shock and horror upon seeing that, but none of them retreated or uttered a single sound. Instead, they tightened their grip on their weapons and continued to charge toward Mag.


    They had toplete this mission even if they were to die. Otherwise, they would suffer a fate worse than death if they were to flee.


    Even though Narson had just been insta-killed, they could tell from Mag’s attack that he hadn’t yet recovered the power of the 4th-tier yet. He was only able to draw Narson into a false sense ofcency by hiding his true power before quickly elerating to put an abrupt end to their battle.


    They still had seven people left; there was no reason for them to panic.


    Furthermore, if they were able to seed in killing Alex, they would be rewarded with unimaginable riches and power. That was undoubtedly a very tempting prospect for them.


    “Violent Wind des!”


    One of the magic casters aimed his wand toward Mag, and a violent tornado swept through the air. Greenish-yellow des of wind performed a lethal dance, sweeping up soil, leaves, and stones as they hurtled toward


    Mag.


    “Scorching me sh!”


    The other magic caster also unleashed his spell at almost the exact same time. A crescent-shaped de of fire roughly three to four meters in length whistled through the air toward Mag at an even faster speed than the tornado.


    The other ck-robed figures were still converging toward Mag, creating an inescapable pocket that cut off all avenues of retreat.


    Many trees were uprooted by the violent winds, while leaves that were drenched by rainwater a moment ago were scorched ck by the de of fire. A scorching heatwave hurtled forth while the ck-robed figures closed in on their prey.


    Mag’s expression remained calm as he assessed his current situation. All of a sudden, he stomped with his foot into a nearby tree, thereby allowing himself to instantly change directions. He then used two more trees as hisunching pads in quick session beforeshing out with his sword toward one of the ck-robed figures.


    A dagger sliced open Mag’s sleeve and its poisoned edge nced past, mere millimeters from slicing open the skin on his arm.


    The Scorching me sh and Violent Wind des shed behind Mag with a dull thump as the mes were torn apart, but the tornado was also shed in half.


    Mag twisted his wrist, using his sword to shred the heart of the ck-robed assant in front of him before rushing toward the two magic casters nearby.


    “Stop him!” The remaining 4th-tier deputy team leader could see what Mag was trying to do, and he immediately tried to rally his troops.


    Having seen two of theirrades die in quick session, the ck Falcons were under immense pressure. Furthermore, Mag had killed Narson, who was the most powerful among them, before killing the weakest member of their team. There was no rhyme or reason to his choice of victims, and no one knew who was going to be targeted next.


    Mag’s intention was very clear. He wanted to take out the two magic casters. The two long-range magic casters were absolutely useless in a melee, and relied solely on the protection of theirrades. However, these two were imperative to the function of their team, so they absolutely could not be allowed to die yet.


    The two magic casters had also discovered Mag’s intention, and despite their panic, they still had the presence of mind to unleash their disposable magic shields. At the same time, the tips of their wands lit up as they began to umte power for an even more powerful


    spell.


    The fact that Mag was targeting them presented both an intense crisis as well as a fantastic opportunity. If they could hold on and tie Mag down for a while, their teammates would be able to tear him to shreds. The magic shields they had were designed for them by magic casters of the Magus Tower, and could withstand 5th-tier attacks. As such, they were confident that they would be able to defend themselves against Mag.


    The other ck Falcons were also aware of this, and they all circted their soul power to the maximal extent, awaiting the perfect opportunity to strike.


    Mag looked at the golden magic shields encapsting the two magic casters, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his face. It seemed that the people of this world had already forgotten that dragon-ying was not actually Alex’s main forte. Instead, it was...