Chapter 659: Chapter 74 The Mysterious Sorcerer of Victoria Port_3 Chapter 659: Chapter 74 The Mysterious Sorcerer of Victoria Port_3 Marvin’s complexion turned pale, as he now realized that he had been careless and made a grave mistake!
It was evident that these mysterious cultists were after the Sivier family—more precisely, Hilowiz Sivier!
“Damn it, hurry! Follow and confront the enemy!”
“Bo’er, take the personal guard and escort the young lady away imdiately! She must not co to even the slightest harm!”
“Enemies coming after the Sivier family…”
Hilowiz’s expression was extrely solemn, yet she remained calm. She mounted her horse under the escort of her guards and retreated towards the direction of Grey Port in the North.
“Confront the enemy! Shoot those damned cultists full of holes!”
Marvin raised the rifle in his hand and fired at the robed figures on the hillside, with the caravan guards also continuously pulling their triggers.
“Bang!”
“Bang! Bang!”
Hundreds of guards fired at once, the gunfire roared, bullets poured down like a fierce storm, and many robed figures were quickly felled.
“That’s right, shoot them down! Show no rcy!”
But the cultists kept laughing crazily, seemingly unconcerned about the deaths of their comrades, as the leader raised a bone staff, and a surging black mist instantly swept over.
Marvin cursed, “Damn it, spellcasters!”
The mages accompanying the caravan hastily recited spells, releasing glows from their magic wands, but still couldn’t penetrate the darkness.
And the people retreating North, including Hilowiz, encountered enemies ahead as well—goblins, worgs, gnolls, and other evil creatures surged out, easily numbering over a thousand.
Many of their faces were covered in black cracks, their eyeballs turned pitch black, their faces showed fanatical expressions, and they were quietly chanting the na of the “Sovereign God.”
Such a monster legion was definitely not ford on the spur of the mont; this was clearly a long-planned ambush!
Hilowiz gestured to her trusted aide, Bo’er, beside her and said in a cold voice, “Stop, they are well prepared.”
Bo’er’s voice trembled, “Young lady, then, what should we do?”
Hilowiz said firmly, “We must imdiately go back and join Marvin. That’s the last option. We have to hold on until my father’s reinforcents arrive.”
The Sivier family-trained hawks flew into the sky with a brief plea for help, emitting a loud cry, while Hilowiz and her party rode back to the caravan’s position.
At this mont, the black mist near Carl Valley was getting thicker, and soldiers were firing wildly into the darkness but still unavoidably got shot by arrows.
Seeing Hilowiz’s return, Marvin, out of breath and with a face full of guilt, said, “Sorry, young lady, it is my negligence that has led you into such a…”
Hilowiz interrupted him, maintaining as calm a voice as possible, she continued, “Marvin, this is a preditated ambush.
The North has already been blockaded by the enemy’s army. We must continue to hold on until the reinforcents arrive. Now, all guards must follow my command.
And… give a rifle.”
Marvin was startled, then he took out a brand-new rifle from a nearby box and handed it to the delicate hands of the young lady.
Hilowiz weighed the rifle in her hands, expertly loaded and chambered it, then took aim at a robed figure a hundred paces away and pulled the trigger.
“Bang!”
The cultist fell at the sound, while Marvin watched agape, then after a while, he picked up his own gun and continued firing.
He finally truly rembered, this was the heir of the Sivier family, the acclaid “Blade of Victoria Port.”
The fight between the family guards and the robed figures continued, with casualties on both sides, but the caravan still temporarily held its ground, not allowing those mad cultists to co close.
“Ignorant mortals…
Are you resisting—the Sovereign God’s favor?”
Just then, the leader stretched out his withered hand, tilting his head, his pitch-black pupils shining with a strange light.
Suddenly, a huge black vortex appeared above the caravan, drawing in the surrounding grass, sand, stones, and even approaching humans with imnse strength.
“Gods, what is that?”
“Such, such imnse strength!”
“No, no—”
The guards cried out in terror, struggling constantly, but were still drawn into the vortex and had their blood completely drained within monts.
Even the firearms in their hands were sucked into the vortex, twisted into a lump of scrap tal.
“Gods? Gods are nothing but deceivers who feign and steal fa!
Only the Sovereign God is the ultimate destination of all!”
A rain of blood descended from midair, as the robed figure opened his arms, lifted his head, and relished in the feast of slaughter.
Hilowiz looked up at the terrible black hole above her, sweat trickling down her pale face, her hand gripping the side of the wagon tightly.
“This is… Spiritual Energy.”
She had seen this power before, with the monks invited by Duke Aiden, only the Spiritual Energy vortex before her was far more sinister.
With just this one move, hundreds of guards were at a loss, only to allow the cultists to beco increasingly frenzied, even—she had seen this power before, with the monks invited by Duke Aiden.
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