Back on Christian’s side, he was shaking his head as he said regretfully, "I was only able to kill around ten or so people."
"So, are you going to move to them and engage in close battle this ti?" Anastasia asked, raising an eyebrow.
But Christian just shook his head again.
"Why would I need to do that?" he said.
"When they’re already coming to ? And in the process, I could finish off another ten or so?"
At his words, Anastasia nodded and said, "Well, you’re right."
And just like that, Christian continued sniping — targeting the weak ones who were far from the stronger individuals, where no one could shield them.
They were moving in feet, so, they had better mobility too, and that’s affected his accuracy.
that’s why, Christian couldn’t help but think of Nina.
If she were here, the result would be entirely different.
Even though the sniper in his hands now had better firepower, he was still not a mage.
He couldn’t accelerate the bullets further with magic to grant them destructive speed like she could, or use other spells.
Nevertheless, Christian remained undeterred.
He kept firing.
Sniping those people like ducks, shaving off more than ten additional lives.
"You fucker, co down here!" Kael’s voice suddenly roared from below — he had finally arrived close to the house, screaming in anger.
And Christian?
He obliged.
He left the sniper in its place, pulled out two pistols — one in each hand — and jumped down.
But he didn’t rely on his body’s strength to absorb the fall.
Instead, just as he neared the ground, pressure emitted from beneath his boots, slowing his descent.
And he landed gently, almost without sound.
Kael launched at him imdiately, and the others followed, surrounding him in a flash.
Yet Christian, without the slightest hint of fear, smiled at them all.
He raised his pistols, firing bullet after bullet.
And his boots activated again, helping him maneuver swiftly between their movents.
"It seems even when I go along with your wish and engage in close battle, you still can’t do anything," he said, eyes locked onto Kael — the strongest of them all.
And Kael?
His face twisted with fury, and his attacks grew far more vicious.
Even then, they couldn’t touch Christian, as he began picking off the weaker mbers first — one after another.
"You know? I’m curious," Christian suddenly said, killing another with a shot before turning his gaze toward Kael.
"You asked so outsider mage to track my traces. So why didn’t you think of asking him to help you dispose of too?"
Kael froze for a split second.
’Is there a traitor?’ he wondered, as his expression turned uglier by the mont.
Still, he responded, voice filled with disdain, "How could taking you down ever require help from soone else?"
In response to that condescending tone, Christian simply smiled.
Then he stopped talking and focused entirely on the fight.
He was absorbed in the mont — enjoying what his technology, and what planet Earth, had provided for him.
Yet even then, most of his mind wasn’t on the fight.
It was on Anastasia.
And from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of her suddenly appearing a short distance away, her arms crossed, watching him with clear amusent in her eyes.
It felt like she was sending him a ssage without speaking — sothing along the lines of: Why are you still playing with them? Why not finish this using your real strength?
But Christian just shrugged to himself... and an idea had occurred to him.
His expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious, as he began moving toward Anastasia’s side.
Only to end up failing — their strength and coordination were sharper than expected.
How could Kael and the others not notice such an obvious act?
Of course they noticed.
Their eyes followed his movent, and when they finally landed on Anastasia — they all froze.
And in that mont, Christian took the opportunity to eliminate one of the enemies at the first stage.
The sudden death jolted Kael back to his senses, and he barked, "All of you, snap out of it!"
Then, with a sharp gesture, he signaled toward one of the n.
A silent command — go take her hostage.
Christian watched it all calmly, his eyes tracking the man as he moved toward Anastasia.
He wasn’t worried.
He was curious.
What fate awaited that man?
And what was Anastasia going to show him?
He didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Because the mont the man approached her — just a few steps away —
He exploded.
His body twisted unnaturally, compressed inward like crushed at, and in the blink of an eye, he burst apart.
What remained of him evaporated into a fine red mist that drifted slowly with the wind.
Everyone paused.
Their minds froze — if earlier it was due to her unnatural beauty, then this ti it was pure fear.
What they had just witnessed wasn’t sothing they could understand.
It wasn’t strength. It wasn’t magic.
It was sothing beyond them.
A force they couldn’t touch.
A presence that shattered their courage without lifting a finger.
That was what it ant for them.
But for Christian?
The situation was different.
He was fascinated by the display — because, for the first ti, he felt sothing from her.
He sensed the kind of move she had made, and it was sothing he knew well.
Essence Manipulation.
Pure Essence Manipulation.
It was sothing he was good at... no — sothing he took pride in.
His Essence Manipulation skill had already reached Mortal Level Seven.
But compared to Anastasia?
It was the difference between earth and sky.
And for the first ti, Christian beca certain... Anastasia wasn’t in the Mortal rank at all.
She was sothing more.
He stood there, filled with amazent at her power — but Anastasia didn’t seem to appreciate that.
Suddenly, she appeared right in front of him, just an arm’s length away.
Her eyes narrowed, a cold smile playing at her lips.
"Pull a prank like that again, and you’ll be in trouble," she said.
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