SWNOVELXO Chapter 761: Complete Failure
By the time Nylian Feno arrived at this part of the city where the battle between the Flynn Patriarch and the leader of the Umbra Thieves had taken place, it was already too late.
He gazed at Brigham Flynn's cold corpse, his eyes flashing with conflicting emotions.
The elf never did like his principles and morals as a merchant, however, he was still part of the Council of Seven, and as such, was his comrade.
Thus, it wouldn't be false to say that he was affected by Brigham's death—albeit, very slightly.
Nylian knelt beside the corpse and gazed at Brigham's face. Seeing the trails left behind by his tears, he muttered under his breath, "Brigham, it would appear that you died with regrets."
He heaved a heavy sigh and then gently shut Brigham's eyes, wiping his tears away in the process. "The least I can do is look after your family. So rest assured…"
Nylian got to his feet, his expression turning ruthless. He gazed in the direction Kissinger had escaped in and coldly muttered, "I will ensure that your killer meets the same end as you did."
Just as he finished saying those words, his body was covered in swirling green winds and he disappeared from his place, in pursuit of Kissinger.
…
High up in the sky, above the ocean of clouds, Malcolm Morgan sat atop an enormous skeletal bird.
This was his final trump card - a Rank 2 undead summon!
Although this creature did not have great fighting capabilities, what it truly excelled at was speed.
Malcolm had chosen this undead creature to be his escape mount if things turned south. However, even he did not expect things to go so awry.
Not only had Adam Constantine advanced to a Mana Vortex Magus, but Malcolm had even underestimated Nylian Feno, whose strength could be considered to be at the peak of the Mana Vortex Rank!
"Damn it all!" He cursed through gritted teeth as he applied one healing potion after another to the ghastly wound on his shoulder.
He hadn't expected that he would have to escape the battle in such a state. His face was pale, his mana nearly depleted, and his strength completely exhausted.
Looking back to the mission given by the Cult Leader to him… it was a complete failure!
Two Rank 3 cultists were killed by Adam, and another one was killed by Nylian Feno.
Not only that, Malcolm was sure that Adam must have already dealt with the two Rank 3 undead orcs.
Additionally, Nylian would have also finished the Rank 3 flesh golem. Moreover, he had also killed Barnabass Booth before.
Just thinking about the kill count between these two Magi, Malcolm's heart turned cold.
Adam and Nylian alone had killed seven Rank 3 Magi!
As for the rest of the Magi from the Umbra Thieves, Malcolm couldn't care less. Except for him, every Rank 3 Magus from the cult was now dead.
"Fuck!" He grunted in pain and frustration.
His eyes flashed with a ruthless glint and he thought to himself, I must first recuperate. Then, I will contact the cult in Europa and give them this crucial intel…
Adam Constantine is a far greater threat than we thought him to be. And then there's Nylian Feno…
He closed his eyes, finally having come to a decision. I'll rest first and regain my strength. Then… I'll make my move.
Suddenly, his brows creased together. He opened his eyes, his expression gradually covered by a frown.
He lowered his head ever so slightly and tried to sense his surroundings properly. Just then, he thought he had heard something.
A few moments later, his eyes widened.
He heard the sound of wings flapping coming from behind him!!
He turned around and the sight that greeted him caused him to be thunderstruck. He hurriedly maneuvered the skeletal bird to evade the incoming attacks.
Rank 3 Spell: Adam's Fireball Barrage!
Malcolm's eyes widened in horror when he saw the dozen Fireballs being hurled at him with unmatched accuracy.
"Damn you, Constantine!!" He roared in indignation as he turned around, tightly grasped the reins of his skeletal mount, and skillfully evaded all the fireballs.
ROAR!!
Valerian's roar came from behind him. Surprisingly, the young dragon's flying speed was on par with the Rank 2 skeletal undead.
His topaz eyes flashed with excitement and he flapped his wings faster and faster. Adam placed his hand on the young dragon's head and asked, "Val, what do you think? Can you take care of that ugly bird?"
Valerian was silent for a few moments before his lips curled up into a menacing grin and he displayed his sharp fangs. "You can leave him to me, Brother!"
"Heh," Adam smirked. "As expected of my little brother."
He then turned towards Malcolm who was desperately fleeing, and coldly added, "Very well then. Let us hunt down our prey."
With that said, he retreived several more crystals and red feathers from his earrings. After sacrficing the material components, he quickly weaved a complicated series of hand seals.
Following that, a dozen magic circles bloomed to life before his eyes, and from them…
Beautiful birds emerged!
Rank 3 Spell: Flaming Birds of Prey!
A dozen birds made of flames came to life as they flapped their wings and flew towards Malcolm.
It seemed that these birds were sentient creatures as they flew in random directions before surrounding Malcolm and his skeletal mount.
Seeing the dozen birds come crashing down on him, Malcolm's eyes turned bloodshot and ferocious. He took out a white ball from his storage artifact before expending most of his remaining mana in his reserves.
Just as he activated the artifact, the flaming birds had arrived. And then… all of them exploded into brilliant tongues of flame.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
After several moments, when the explosion died down, all that remained was a large ice sphere falling from mid-air.
The ice quickly melted and dissipated into droplets of water, revealing the skeletal bird and an extremely pale Malcolm inside.
Now, the emerald-eyed man barely had any mana left.
Despite the pain and fatigue, he gritted his teeth and controlled the skeletal bird to fly away as fast as it could. He had to escape!
But right at that moment…
ROAR!!!
Valerian pounced on them from above!