Chapter 134: Terrified Betler

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

Accompanied by the sharp cutting sound.

"Roar—"

A miserable roar exploded across the stone steps, then permeated the ruined hall.

At this moment, Moran and Dika, stationed at the entrance of the hall, looked with surprise and caution at the blazing stone staircase.

The rising flames prevented them from seeing what was happening inside.

But the roar of the flame demon made it clear to them that the flame demon had suffered a great loss.

Along with the roar, the flame demon's body, with one arm half severed, quickly turned into flames and disappeared.

At the same time, seven or eight sharp demon blades, like curses, swept through the flames the flame demon had turned into, smashing the iron-blue rocks on the steps behind into a pile of rubble.

Had it fled a second later, it would have suffered even heavier blows.

With the disappearance of the flame demon,

the flames on the stairs also quickly extinguished.

But the flames did not completely die out; Gune was still burning fiercely.

The burning spot was on Gune's chest.

Standing steadily against the wall, on the chest of Gune's winter coat, a ferocious black claw print, like a branding iron, had melted the coat, and the melted area was burning fiercely.

Expressionlessly, he tore off the burning robe at his chest, revealing the mithril-magic-gold-grade purple-scale chainmail underneath.

In the brief exchange just now,

Gune had burst out with demon blades and directly cut off one of the flame demon's arms.

Meanwhile, the flame demon had struck Gune on the chest, sending him flying into the wall.

The power of that palm strike was terrifyingly strong.

It broke through Gune's blood shield, and the powerful shockwave sent Gune crashing into the wall, leaving a dent and cracks on the wall behind him, showing the strength of that strike.

Even the destructive power of the flame burning contained in that palm strike could easily burn to death a powerful second-order spell caster.

But for Gune, with his strong physique and mithril chainmail, that strike only caused ordinary injury.

Gune didn't even need to drink a potion; the recovery ability of his extraordinary blood alone healed the injury in two or three breaths.

His powerful tank-like physique was fully displayed in this frontal confrontation.

Standing his ground and outputting, Gune feared no expert of the same rank.

Looking at the half arm of the flame demon, cut off by the demon blade curse and falling to the ground, still burning fiercely, Gune smiled lightly.

"Did you really think my tank physique was fake? Still dared to get in my face?"

With a wave of his hand, Gune's puppet threads quickly penetrated the severed arm.

Then he extracted the flame demon's blood.

Using the blood pool, he tasted a little and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This taste is indeed a bit strange, but I've already memorized your scent."

"You..."

Gune looked up at the broken entrance of the stone staircase.

"Can't escape."

...

Inside the ruined, silent, and cold hall, everything was devastated.

Woo~

With the broken window glass, the cold wind howled and poured into the room.

Clusters of dark red flames flickered and swayed in the cold wind.

The entire room was filled with a strange, enchanting red glow.

Slightly, on the snow outside the window, a touch of bizarre red faintly spread.

In an inconspicuous cluster of flames,

the flame demon "Betler" was hiding.

At this moment, a nameless terror surged in Betler's heart.

"Is that guy a monster?"

The scene just now was clearly imprinted in Betler's mind.

He had manipulated the power of "flame incineration," unique to the flame demon extraordinary profession.

One strike had shattered the spell caster's shield.

As everyone knew, at the initial stage, a spell caster's shield was generally not very strong.

According to his plan, after getting close to the spell caster and breaking the shield with one strike, the power of "flame incineration" could easily burn the spell caster from the inside.

After all, a spell caster's body was not very resistant to ordinary conventional attacks.

Let alone this kind of penetrating special attack.

He had used this method to kill at least ten casters.

However, just now, when he struck and sent the second-order spell caster flying, the power of "flame incineration" also penetrated.

A terrifying scene appeared: even after being sent flying, the spell caster acted as if nothing had happened, still casting spells to attack him while flying backward.

You've been sent flying, and you're still releasing spells—aren't you worried about yourself?

And the enemy's attack on him was also unforgettable.

The terrifying semi-transparent demon blades, released almost right against his arm, left him no chance to dodge.

Moreover, the frequency of the enemy spell caster's casting was frighteningly high.

The successive demon blades nearly sliced him; fortunately, he fled fast enough.

"Not only instant casting, but also such high single-second overlap, and..."

"My strike didn't seem to cause fatal damage to that guy, at least judging by the spell caster's performance."

"That spell caster's spells are so powerful, and his physical defense is even stronger than mine. How can there be such a monster in this world?"

For the first time, Betler, with his powerful six-star extraordinary profession of flame demon, felt that a second-order spell caster could also possess such terrifying strength.

"If I had left any later, that guy's demon blades would have cut off my head." Betler thought with lingering fear.

Footsteps suddenly sounded.

They came from the entrance of the stone staircase.

The sound startled the distracted Betler, who quickly focused.

Originally, he thought this would be a one-sided slaughter, at least based on the two guards at the door.

But now, he felt somewhat stuck in a dilemma.

When he saw the second-order spell caster coming up from the stone staircase,

Betler almost cursed.

"You're a spell caster—how can you wear such equipment? Can your body bear that weight?"

In his sight, Gune's neck, torso, arms, and legs were all covered by chainmail.

The dark gold and mithril's unique silver-gray luster indicated that this was a mithril-magic-gold extraordinary equipment with powerful defensive capabilities.

Though furious inside, Betler dared not make any sound or any abnormal fluctuation.

He had already understood from the brief exchange how formidable this spell caster was—absolutely a very, very terrifying and unreasonable guy, as could be seen from the hundred-pound chainmail on him.

"Soon, the power of the flames will restore my arm, and then..."

As he thought, Betler had already aimed at Gune's head.

In Betler's view, the reason his strike just now hadn't killed Gune was due to the extraordinary equipment.

This time, Betler believed that if he manipulated the power of the flames and struck the spell caster's head with one blow, he could crush it like a watermelon, easily killing the spell caster.

After all, low-level spell casters were ultimately fragile.