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Chapter Three Hundred Forty-Four:
With a 'whoosh', the folded Cross Sword unfolded directly, taking on a form of about one and a half meters.
This special Cross Sword is slightly longer than a regular Cross Sword, with a longer grip, resembling a two-handed greatsword.
Holding the sword handle with one hand, Freya lightly swung it.
A 'hiss' sound echoed as a black electric light burst forth from the white streak in the middle of the Black Cross Sword, leaving a thin black line in the air before quickly disappearing.
This special Cross Sword and the shoulder armor were originally created by Freya out of interest.
At first, they were merely experimental products born from her attempts to combine her compression sorcery with Second Level abilities.
Unexpectedly, they were rediscovered due to the hellish contamination.
Now, aside from her hidden Royal Serpent Bloodline heritage, Freya's most powerful asset is her physical prowess.
The weakening of Energy Particle manipulation has reduced her First-Level Wizard abilities to their lowest point, making it nearly impossible to withstand significant damage.
Moreover, her once strongest compression sorcery can only serve as a distraction now.
However, aside from these weakened plasticity sorceries, her formidable body enhanced by the Royal Serpent Bloodline has become more prominent.
Although she had not yet reached the level of a wizard who purely enhances their physical abilities, she was close enough.
With her specially crafted Cross Sword in hand, she could handle almost anyone who wasn't a special Second-Level Wizard.
With a clang, she sheathed the Cross Sword, the blade scraping against her waist.
Freya closed the leather case with satisfaction.
Outside the window, the colors were gradually darkening with time. Not far away, on the Tall Tree, several black birds flew to their nests on the branches.
Some shops in the town lit up their crystal lights. It seemed that nightfall would soon arrive.
...
Four hours later.
More than thirty kilometers away from the town.
On the scorched land, sparks occasionally flared up and broken magma illuminated the surroundings.
Some dismembered limbs were exposed on the surface; some belonged to humans, while others were from different creatures.
Thick black smoke rose from the ground, ascending into the air and filling the entire area with a pungent smell of burning flames.
Suddenly, in the distant night sky, an orange-yellow Giant Fireball descended.
With a bang, it struck the ground.
Some screams and shouts echoed from that direction.
Then, several fireballs trailing long tails fell from the sky, crashing down fiercely.
In an instant, the entire scorched land was once again turned upside down.
“Hahaha. Damn underground pests, die for me!”
Amidst the maniacal laughter, three dark figures swiftly swept across the sky.
The previously calm area erupted once more, as several shadows clad in black robes quickly ran across the ground where the fireballs had struck.
One of them, a Black-Robed Witch floating in the air on a broomstick, looked down disdainfully at the scattering shadows below.
She lightly snapped her fingers, and with a whoosh, a large mass of orange-yellow flames gathered, rapidly forming a fireball the size of a basin in her hand.
Then, she directly threw the fireball down, like a meteor crashing toward those fleeing shadows.
Boom!
Several shadows were blown away. Through the scattered flames, it could be seen that these shadows were actually a group of insect-like creatures.
“These wandering Underworld Sorcerers dare to appear at night. It seems you have long forgotten the pain I, the Wilderness Witch, inflicted upon you back then!”
She murmured softly.
Sizzle.
A soft sound echoed, and a witch dressed in a black robe appeared suddenly behind her, riding a broom. She spoke respectfully.
"Lord Kasha, it seems there are a large number of Underworld Sorcerers from the Reald Family appearing at the underground entrance again. Their unusual actions this time seem to have some special purpose. Lord Ron has instructed us to return as soon as possible."
"They're out again, huh? It seems this time these guys are instigating a war that is not so simple." The witch named Kasha glanced down at the Underworld Sorcerers that seemed to be hiding beneath the ground and waved her hand casually. "Forget it, we'll let you go for now. Selena, stop playing around; let's go!"
With her command, the witch who had intended to pursue immediately turned her broom around and flew towards Black Castle.
As the three Wilderness Witches quickly disappeared into the night sky, the hidden sorcerers gradually revealed themselves from underground.
One Underworld Sorcerer, completely concealed in a black robe, pulled off his hood, revealing a handsome yet pale human face.
However, compared to a human appearance, his features were more compact, with a deep black vertical stripe deeply etched on his forehead, giving him an air of nobility.
His slightly pale eyes fixed intently on the departing witches in the sky, lost in thought.
A hunched shadow rose beside him at some point and spoke calmly.
"My lord, we have already lost thirty-three of the fifty sorcerers we brought out this time, and five are severely injured; they probably won't survive tonight. It seems the Reald Family has already taken action. Should we continue?"
Hearing his subordinate's unusually calm report, the Underworld Sorcerer took a deep breath and then spoke firmly.
"Continue! I cannot let down my father's and my brothers' last hopes. This is our family's final opportunity. If we fail, our family will forever live in the shadow of the Reald Family. Even if I die at the hands of witches, I will not give up! Merk, you think the same way, right?"
To his somewhat youthful yet resolute words, the sorcerer merely bent slightly at the waist.
"Your will is our will. Since you have made your decision, I will inform Selene and the others."
Just as he took out a strange object to open it, suddenly, not far from them, a figure dressed in the same black robe slowly approached.
The figure's black boots crunched on the fire-scorched ground, making a 'crack, crack' sound.
As the distance closed, the figure was fully revealed before the two.
It was a witch with long golden hair, who was lowering her head and carefully examining a map in her hands, seemingly confirming something.
Upon seeing Freya's appearance, the handsome Underworld Sorcerer’s pupils slightly constricted, and his expression turned ferocious.
"She is not the Surface Sorcerer of the Wilderness Witch! Kill her!!"
With his command, several surviving dark shadows slowly crept toward Freya.
However, just as the Underworld Sorcerers were about to act, suddenly, Freya's right hand vanished, and several dark streaks flashed through the air. (To be continued)
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