Chapter 30: Yelvyn and Alvis
"Xiaoye, Xiaoweisi, you guys are too slow. I was outnumbered three just now. I was so panicked."

Einbert complained to Yerven and Alvis who had come to his side without him noticing.

The magician, wearing a luxurious robe and holding a black iron scepter, shouted angrily: "Einbert! How many times have I told you! Don't call me by such a disgusting name!"

"Ah... Xiaoye is angry again..."

Einbert smiled awkwardly and dodged the blow from the scepter with a light jump.

"Humph, damn gibbon."

After all, the physical fitness of a magician is far inferior to that of an archer, not to mention someone like Einbert who is outstanding among archers. In Einbert's eyes, the speed at which Yervin swung his staff was like a turtle's crawling, and he could easily dodge it.

"fighting."

When the dull voice sounded, the two people who were arguing with each other stopped and looked at Alvis.

He was two meters tall, and his physique was as strong as a giant, with a broad back and strong arms, with muscles bulging like cast steel. Just standing there, his appearance was intimidating enough.

Such a person is definitely a natural warrior.

Almost everyone who has met Alvis thinks so.

However, Alvis's true identity is a genuine magician.

The rock puppet that is currently fighting fiercely with the two men in black robes is the result of his magic.

"Ambrose said, fight."

Alvis's speech was very concise and slow. He seldom spoke because he had been immersed in the study of magic for many years, which made it difficult for him to speak in a normal tone now.

In other words, magic had taken away his language.

It was because of this that he, at the age of only seventeen, had the opportunity to reach out and hold the golden epaulette that belonged to him.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you for now."

"Each each other."

"Hmph." Yerven snorted coldly and glanced at the current situation.

The rock puppet summoned by Alvis was on the verge of disintegration after being beaten by the two men in black robes. Well, it was too fantastic to want to deal with two gold-level opponents with just one magic.

The man who had just fought with Einbert was staring at the three of them, seemingly on guard.

Well, there's nothing more to say.

Yerven raised his staff high and chanted an obscure magic spell.

"O noble angel in the abyss of the soul!"...

Yervin recited the first spell, and a circle of mysterious magic patterns formed under his feet. Powerful magic visible to the naked eye continued to condense under his feet towards the staff in his hand. Yervin was about to launch an extremely powerful destructive magic.

Advanced Magic: Moonlight

With Yerven's ability, to cast high-level magic, he must spend a lot of time chanting the corresponding spells, so that he can adjust and combine the spell arrangement of the magic and cast the magic smoothly.

Of course, during this period, the other party would not just let him cast magic.

The moment Yerven raised his staff, the black-robed man who had been standing still activated his accelerated fighting skills and rushed towards the three people.

"Double acceleration!"

The opponent's magician's chanting must be interrupted.

The man in black robes immediately made a judgment. He could tell what kind of magic it was, and the destructive power of high-level magic was beyond doubt. If he was really hit by one, it would not be an ordinary injury.

Even though the opponent used high-end acceleration fighting skills, Einbert's eyesight could still see the trajectory of the black-robed man's movement.

Without hesitation, he shot arrows to hinder the actions of the man in black robe.

"What a trouble!" The man in black quickly dodged Einbert's arrow by moving sideways, then swayed left and right to interfere with Einbert's vision while running towards Yervin.

"Purify the filth, purify the world"...Yerven turned a deaf ear to the fight between the two and recited the second spell.

On the other side, the intermediate magic 'Earth Rock Puppet' had turned into a pool of ordinary mud. The two men in black robes looked coldly at the young man who was blocking their way alone.

At some point, Alvis had a giant axe half a man's height in his hand. The axe had two blades and was shining with a dark luster.

"The earth is coming!"

Alvis showed no fear or contempt in the face of two opponents of the same level, and he used his strongest killer weapon right from the start.

His original magic, 'The Earth is Coming', transformed the magic power into earth and rock armor and wore it on his body. His entire body was covered in ochre-colored rock armor. After the full-body amplification of magic power, his entire body was filled with explosive power.

In this state, Alvis can even compete with glory-level adventurers for a short period of time.

Before the axe fell, the sonic boom that tore through the air was enough to send chills down one's spine. The two men in black had no intention of taking it head-on and they stepped back, avoiding Alvis' full-strength attack.

"The violent magician lives up to his reputation." One of the men in black robes muttered to himself as he looked at the large groove on the ground that was made by the axe.

"Ahhhhh!" The two men dodged the attack. Alvis roared and slashed at the black-robed man again with the huge axe in his hand.

The flying giant axe actually entangled the two men in black robes, making them unable to affect Yervin's chanting.

“Break the illusion here and become my arm!”...Yerwen has also finished chanting the third sentence of the spell.

“It’s a bit bad…”

The black-robed man who was fighting with Einbert frowned. The increasingly violent fluctuations of magic power coming from Yervin indicated that his chanting had reached its final moment and was almost impossible to stop.

After knocking down two oncoming arrows with his dagger, he glanced at his two companions.

He shook his head slightly. It was impossible to rely on them, at least until the effect of Alvis' magic disappeared.

"In that case." A fierce light flashed in the black-robed man's eyes.

He took out a round iron token from his sleeve, on which was engraved the statue of a devil.

This was the biggest trump card of the man in black robe. He judged that this was the perfect time to use this item, so he put the token on his chest without hesitation.

My heart suddenly trembled! The face of the man in black robe under the mask turned as red as blood.

The strength of his whole body was increasing rapidly, and his fighting spirit began to expand. The man in black could clearly feel that his body had almost doubled in strength in an instant.

The man in black robes suddenly gained such intoxicating power that he almost sunk into it.

With a light scratch of the dagger, the seemingly overwhelming arrows were all broken into pieces as if they were made of paper.

"What did you just do?" Einbert stared at the black-robed man's chest and shouted coldly.

The black-robed man's little move just now could not escape the archer's eyes, so the black-robed man's sudden strength must be related to the thing on his chest.

"Guess what." The man in black robe laughed deeply.

The strengthened man in black showed lightning speed and unmatched strength to break through the heavy rain of arrows, came in front of Yerwen, raised the dagger, and sneered: "Die, magician.

　I didn't get home until almost twelve o'clock. I have to work overtime tomorrow and I feel like I'm going to become an immortal.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)