Ch.47 Miscommunication
After asking the question, Luo Nan had already prepared to draw his weapon. He knew that no matter how the bandage-faced man answered, a confrontation was inevitable.
“My answer is… take this sword!”
Ha! So you couldn’t hold back and decided to strike first?
But unfortunately, this young master foresaw your move long ago!
With that thought, Luo Nan instantly activated his power, channeling his battle aura into his legs, then thrust his right foot upward with explosive force!
Bang—
The rectangular table in the private room shot upward, perfectly intercepting the path of the blade as the bandage-faced man lunged forward.
Taking advantage of the montary pause in the bandage-faced man’s attack, Luo Nan leapt backward from his original position and drew the weapon hidden within his chest.
Click—Hum—
A sharp tallic scraping sound and the resonant hum of magical energy erupted simultaneously. The barrel of the weapon was pitch black and etched with intricate magical circuits; the stock was made of ebony wood, gilded with a golden falcon insignia forged from Eternium tal. Inside the magazine, six silver magical explosive rounds, radiating an atmosphere of deadly intent, were prid and ready to fire.
Luo Nan gripped the handle tightly, aiming directly at the bandage-faced man who had just split the wooden table in half with a single slash. He spoke calmly with a smirk: “Put down your weapon—you’ve already lost. Do you know what this thing in my hand is called?”
Although Luo Nan had already locked his aim onto the opponent, he had no intention of pulling the trigger imdiately.
This weapon in his hands, nad ‘Silent Hamr’, was a custom-made, large-caliber magical hand-cannon crafted by a master artisan in his family’s magical workshop using an enormous quantity of extraordinary materials. If loaded with armor-piercing rounds, its projectiles could instantly pierce through the defenses of any warrior below third tier. Even when filled with explosive rounds, just one shot would kill any warrior below second tier.
As for mages? They’d be dead before they even finished their incantation, heading straight to et their Truth.
Hearing the voice behind the crow mask, Anya froze montarily. Though she didn’t know exactly what type of weapon he held, her supernatural senses scread at her—it was extrely dangerous!
If the finger on the crow mask’s gloved hand pressed down, sothing she absolutely could not resist would blast out from that dark, hollow tube.
“This must be a cursed artifact of the Evil God! Indeed, it’s terrifying!”
Thinking this, the girl’s gaze shifted rapidly. She imdiately thought of a way to respond.
Anya Sivans had always been adept at reading situations and seizing fleeting opportunities.
“Alright, I won’t move,” she said, lowering the tip of her sword toward the ground. “I was outmaneuvered—I admit defeat.”
Did he really surrender that easily?
Luo Nan was taken aback. He couldn’t comprehend the other side’s logic.
He was the one who launched the initial attack, yet he surrendered so cleanly?
Probably realized that his strength alone couldn’t overco my ‘Silent Hamr’?
Thinking this, Luo Nan continued giving orders: “Put your sword down and kick it away!”
He needed to disarm the opponent first.
Otherwise, given the opponent’s superior strength, there was still a chance he could turn the tables.
“Naturally, naturally no problem.”
With a clang, Anya dropped her longsword to the floor and kicked it three ters away with her foot.
“Speak. Which side are you on? Why did you attack ?” Seeing that the opponent had truly disard himself, Luo Nan relaxed slightly and asked aloud.
“Uh… I’m not on any side. I was rely influenced by the holy relic in your hands… May I ask, which great being bestowed upon you this holy relic?”
In her recent intensive study of related knowledge, Anya had learned that most disciples of the Abyss Abyssly crave genuine talent. A sincere believer of the Abyss Lord—even if he were the lowest beggar in the slums of the lower district—would not be rejected.
Moreover, those with considerable strength, wealth, or status, after being assessed for their ‘sincerity,’ would also be accepted into their ranks and entrusted with important responsibilities.
Why? Because recently, under relentless crackdowns by official forces across nations, followers of every Abyss Lord had beco increasingly hard-pressed—they desperately needed fresh blood to replenish their strength.
Anya said this not because she genuinely wanted to join them or worship the Abyss Lord, but to use the distraction caused by the crow mask’s montary confusion to close the distance for hand-to-hand combat.
In close quarters, she was certain the power of his demonic cursed artifact would be drastically weakened.
Otherwise, why else would he have been so eager to keep his distance from her?
“Great being? Holy relic? What are you talking about?”
Luo Nan was baffled by the bandage-faced man’s words. Although his ‘Silent Hamr’ was indeed a unique masterpiece crafted by a top-tier master using vast quantities of elite extraordinary materials and magical tals, it certainly wasn’t a holy relic.
And while that master enjoyed renown throughout the empire, he certainly wasn’t a ‘great being’.
Only deities themselves deserved such a title.
‘So… he thinks I’m a follower of so god, and that this weapon was gifted to
by a deity?’
‘But that doesn’t make sense… The Church’s influence has long since vanished from imperial territory when it cos to things like ‘political assassinations.’ Could this guy not even know such basic facts?’
Perfect opportunity!
Just as Anya had predicted, after she spoke those words, the crow mask indeed experienced a montary lapse in attention.
One instant—that was all she needed!
In a flash, Anya dropped low, pushed off with both legs, and launched herself forward like a drawn sword aid straight at Luo Nan.
“Die, follower of the Abyss!”
Before the words had even left her lips, her fist—faster than lightning—smashed toward the crow mask’s chest.
Bang!
She was confident: with this fully charged punch, the opponent would either die or be crippled. After all, the crow mask was clearly just an ordinary person.
“What!?”
Anya felt her fully powered punch not strike human flesh—but instead collide with a jagged lump of granite!
How could it be this hard!?
Worse yet—the crow mask didn’t even move an inch!
‘Does he have another cursed artifact on him?’
Failing to land the blow, Anya instantly changed tactics. She prepared to execute a grappling technique.
She knew well that her grappling skills had shone brilliantly during the previous ‘Assassination Attempt on Luo Nan von dillion’ incident—and even captured a killer newly promoted to second tier.
It could be said that Luo Nan von dillion owed his survival entirely to her.
“Surrender, dog of the Abyss!” Anya barked.
Wait—what?
Abyss follower?
What is this bandage-faced man talking about?
He thinks I’m an Abyss follower?
What absolute nonsense!
Up until now, Luo Nan still couldn’t understand why this guy believed he was a follower of the Abyss Lord—and why his reason for attacking seed to stem entirely from his delusion that Luo Nan was an ‘Abyss follower’?
No wonder he just asked whether the ‘Silent Hamr’ was a holy relic granted by so great being—he must have mistaken it for a demonic artifact!
“Looks like… there’s been a misunderstanding?”
“Then perhaps his identity isn’t what I assud either. No—this aningless fight must end imdiately.”
In the blink of an eye, Luo Nan made his decision. He stepped back, attempting to create distance between himself and the bandage-faced man.
But unluckily, right behind him lay the shattered fragnts of the previously disassembled wooden table, along with spilled wine puddles everywhere.
Slish—
Luo Nan slipped up, lost his balance, and fell backward flat onto the ground.
anwhile, the bandage-faced man—who had just grabbed Luo Nan’s shoulder—due to inertia, couldn’t stop his montum and was dragged down with him, losing his own balance as well.
“I’m not… an Abyss follower…”
Clang!
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