Chapter 72: Ruthless Slaughter

Wuwuwu...

The cold wind howled.

The snow seemed even thicker.

Inside the carriage.

Watching that "Guné" who deftly played with his own dagger,

Emily had already calmed down from her initial anger at the other's desecration of her body.

Having calmed down, Emily began to carefully think through the entire sequence of events.

"How did he discover my disguise?"

"And when did he take control of me?"

"After controlling me, the carriage began to deviate from its course."

"Needless to say, Renault was also controlled."

"But... this Guné is only a first-rank spellcaster."

"The sound of wind and snow outside the carriage quickly disappeared; this guy must have isolated the internal and external environment."

"Having controlled me and Renault, yet this guy remains cautious, the carriage continues forward under his manipulation, as if nothing happened."

"That is to say, he has already discovered Walter following behind."

"The carriage stopped, probably in the wilderness."

"This guy is rubbing his fingers; he's casting a spell again. Earlier, I felt him rubbing his fingers, and I was careful and vigilant, but I still fell into the trap."

"His spells are very powerful."

"They controlled me so completely that I couldn't move even a little."

"He's casting a spell now, certainly not to deal with me; he's casting to wait for Walter to take the bait."

After sorting out the sequence of events, a feeling of fear gradually filled her heart.

This first-rank blood curse master had a mind so meticulous it was terrifying, even horrifying.

"No, if this continues, Walter will fall into the trap."

"Once he falls into the trap, Walter may not be able to win."

According to the information they had obtained,

This Guné Lawrence was a blood curse master, and a very powerful spellcaster.

He possessed at least two secret crossing runes.

The single-second overlap of ordinary spells was very fast, indicating that this spellcaster had lightning-fast reactions.

Moreover, the level of his ordinary spells was very high, even surpassing many low-rank or even mid-rank transcendent spells.

All in all, this Guné Lawrence was a very troublesome fellow.

If one really thought of him as just a first-rank ordinary spellcaster and dealt with him accordingly, one would die a very miserable death.

Therefore, this time, they had sent a total of three extremely powerful transcendent beings.

She, a third-rank transcendent disguise artist, disguised as Black Rose, to lure Guné onto the carriage.

Renault, the coachman, a second-rank transcendent swordsman.

And following behind was the fourth-rank "Shadow Assassin" Walter.

Even though they had taken Guné seriously enough,

They never expected that he would still unknowingly control two of them and set a trap, waiting for Walter to take the bait.

This guy named Guné was simply too terrifying.

Although Walter was already fourth-rank transcendent,

She had personally experienced that this Guné was also very powerful.

Each rank advancement brought an improvement in transcendent traits, source power, and physical body.

Overall, the improvement was not insignificant.

But to say that a single rank advancement could form a one-sided crushing was naturally impossible.

Even a third-rank shadow assassin might not be able to match a first-rank combatant in brute strength.

After all, shadow assassins never relied on strength to win.

Similarly, a shadow assassin's defensive ability and spell resistance were not particularly strong.

If fourth-rank Walter were hit repeatedly by the other's powerful spells, he could also die at the other's hands.

"I must break free from the restraint of those threads and give Walter some information. Otherwise, we will all die here today."

Then Emily began to accelerate the corrosion of the mysterious threads by her dark source power.

This dark source power was the strength given to her by the evil spirit she worshipped.

As a dark elf, she would not sincerely believe in those evil spirits or even evil gods, but that did not prevent her from using a facade to deceive and obtain this sinister power.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Gunie waited without the slightest impatience.

When it came to patience, Gunie had plenty.

Besides, it wasn't him who was battered by wind and snow outside.

Gunie glanced lightly outside.

The wind and snow still howled, and a faint sense of danger still lingered in his heart.

Nearly ten minutes had passed, but there was still no movement outside.

"Has she noticed?" Gunie chuckled softly.

"After all, she's a fourth-rank transcendent, with some tricks up her sleeve."

"She won't die so easily at my hands."

Just as Gunie was pondering,

"Bang!"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out—not a real sound, but the sound transmitted when an invisible puppet thread snapped.

"Oh?" Gunie slowly turned his gaze and landed on the third-rank impersonator inside the carriage.

At that moment, the impersonator Emily also looked at Gunie with slight panic.

She had used the power of the evil spirit to melt the thread, but she hadn't expected him to have a backup plan, directly triggering some kind of breaking mechanism.

"Damn, I've been discovered. This is bad!"

Emily's heart sank completely; she had a foreboding feeling.

"Controlled so tightly, yet you managed to break one thread."

Gunie's voice was slightly hoarse, like the Grim Reaper.

"Given enough time, you might have slowly broken free from all these threads."

"As expected of a third-rank impersonator, not as weak as I imagined."

Then, Gunie gently picked up the dagger he had taken from the impersonator.

"Do you know what this is?"

Gunie asked softly.

Emily's face turned ashen; she neither answered nor could she answer.

"A dagger?" Gunie asked himself.

"No."

Gunie shook his head gently, revealing his pale fangs.

"This is... death!"

"Shh!"

The dagger followed the impersonator Emily's pupil and plunged directly into her brain cavity.

Emily's head slumped weakly to one side, blood streaming down her face, which was etched with despair.

When it was time to kill, Gunie never showed the slightest mercy.

Let alone an enemy who had plotted to scheme against him.

This impersonator did not have Gunie's powerful vitality.

With the dagger plunged into her brain cavity, Emily's aura rapidly weakened, then dissipated, and her heart soon stopped beating.

Blood quickly spilled all over the carriage floor.

Gunie sniffed lightly at the scent of the blood and nodded slightly.

"Dark elf blood, I've memorized it."

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Gunie detected movement in a corner where he had laid puppet threads.

Even while killing, Gunie had not relaxed his high vigilance over the puppet threads.

Now that there was movement on the puppet threads, the Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse, already in his hand, was cast directly over it.

"Hum!"

An unseen object was directly enveloped by Gunie's Soul-Fixing Divine Ring Curse.

Swish, swish, swish...

A dense volley of fire arrows burst through the carriage curtains, glass, and wooden panels, flying outward.