Warlord of Chaos - Chapter 95: Sobriety

Chapter 95: Sobriety

Translator: Wuxia Dog  Editor: Wuxia Dog

After a thunderous roar, the middle-aged knight rushed out from the courtyard gate. He had abandoned his steed, and had single-handedly dashed toward Han Jin with a sword. Seeing this, Han Jin threw out a charm of thunder without delay and quickly moved backward.

Most lightning strikes released by magicians were distorted, while the Lightning of the Thunder charm released by Han Jin plummeted down from the air, precisely hitting the middle-aged knight.

“Boom!” With a loud crash, the body of the middle-aged knight stiffened. This surprised Han Jin a lot. He had never thought that paralysis would come into play in a thunder charm. Thus, he abandoned his plan of dodging the middle-aged knight’s blade and killing the other knights first, and instead immediately dashed forward to continue his attack.

The distance between Han Jin and the middle-aged knight was only seven or eight meters. In an instant, Han Jin had approached his opponent and had stretched out his hand to strike at him.

Right at this moment, a grim smile appeared on the knight’s face. His sword flashed with light as he stabbed it straight toward Han Jin’s heart.

Han Jin was startled. He hadn’t realized he had fallen into a trap until this critical moment. He immediately waved his right hand in desperation, and a wooden giant appeared out of nowhere. He patted on the back of the wooden giant with his left hand, and quickly moved back with the recoil force.

The middle-aged knight let out a low roar and fiercely swung his sword. Countless rays of light hit the wooden giant with an overwhelming presence, shooting the wooden giant into the air as soon as it was hit.

Han Jin was still retreating at his fastest speed, while the middle-aged knight closely followed him. The sword light was constantly shining only several meters in front of Han Jin, pushing waves of cold air toward him, frosting both his eyebrows and hair, and dulling his actions.

But Han Jin didn’t want to flee at this moment. He had made the decision to cut the root of the grass, so as to prevent a similar incident from happening again. That was why he had showed no mercy, and had immediately killed three knights. The middle-aged man in front of him must die!

After throwing out another charm, five ghosts appeared all of a sudden. Before they started to strike, the middle-aged man had already collided into them at an extremely fast speed.

The five ghosts screamed and encircled the middle-aged knight, dragging him to constrain his movements. Han Jin waved his hand again, throwing out another charm toward the lower body of the middle-aged knight. After a pause, Han Jin leaped straight forward with his fists pointing at his enemy’s chest.

“Go to hell!!” the middle-aged knight roared. His protective strength of fighting started to shake at a breakneck pace.

All five ghosts were bounced off. The middle-aged knight immediately swung his long sword and minced the fire charm into pieces. His his body immediately rushed out from the flame, and his sword slammed fiercely down toward Han Jin’s chest. The dazzling light sword came rushing toward him like a blooming flower.

Han Jin could find no words to describe it. Even though he had used his Spirit Possession Art, he was still forced to narrow his eyes. Now, he had no way to retreat or to dodge the coming attack. The only thing he could do was release a Wooden Army Calling charm, and let the wooden giant ward off the lethal strike for him.

After a loud collision, the wooden giant exploded into numerous fragments and splashed toward all directions. The remaining sword light pierced through the debris, and squarely hit Han Jin’s chest. His long robe was torn into shreds, and blood splashed out like a dark red fountain. A deep wound around fifteen centimeters long vertically appeared on Han Jin’s chest. If the wound had gone a little deeper, his belly would have been slit open. Han Jin was knocked into the air as if he had been hit by a raging bull, and he thudded down after heavily colliding against a wall. He could not withstand it anymore. The moment he opened his mouth, an arrow of blood shot out.

The middle-aged knight had forgotten his mission to catch Han Jin alive. He leaped up into midair without delay. Another ray of sword light cut toward Han Jin.

The serious injury made Han Jin sober. There was always a gap between reality and hope. He could defeat those strong professionals in the past due to his small tricks, but to kill a seventh or eighth-grade professional face to face was still beyond his capability.

Han Jin cast an icy glance at the middle-aged knight. Suddenly, his body sank down and disappeared into the earth.

The middle-aged knight was stunned for a while, then crazily wielded his long sword, slashing down at the ground at random and ceaselessly shouting. He had thought that Han Jin had fled so easily last time, only because he had been careless and had given him an opportunity to incant his spell. But no matter how hard he had tried this time, he had still let the man escape by the same magic.

* * *

While the middle-aged knight was going crazy, Sunier, Cessacioun, and the others had hidden themselves in an ordinary house, which had been bought by Michelle this morning. Reg had suggested this. He said several golden coins were nothing compared to their lives. In case something happened, this house would become their shelter. Now, the facts proved that Reg had been right.

Sounds of hooves came. A carriage stopped at the door of the courtyard. Moxinke got off from it, while Michelle also jumped down from the carter’s seat. Both went into the courtyard.

The horse neighed in panic and ran forward all of a sudden, as if it had been frightened by something. The door of the courtyard opened by itself, and closed in the same way. Reg’s figure gradually appeared in the courtyard. He waited there for another moment before walking into the room.

“Where is Raphael?” Sunier asked.

“He is fighting those knights.” Moxinke threw himself into a chair.

“You left him to fight the knights alone?” Cessacioun exclaimed.

“What else could I do?” Moxinke was upset. He suddenly jumped up and shouted, “He insisted that I leave. Would you rather me argue with him under such circumstances?”

“Hush! Do you want us to be discovered?” Sunier reproached in a low voice.

“Should I… go look for him?” Reg said slowly.

Just then, a figure popped up from underground in the middle of the room. They were all taken aback. Moxinke had even drawn out his long sword, while Reg had gone invisible. The next moment, they saw that the figure was none other than Han Jin.

Han Jin staggeringly stood up. He was seriously injured due to his negligence. He had been too eager to kill the opponent, and had underestimated the opponent’s strength.

“You… you are bleeding too much, Raphael!” Sunier immediately went to hold him up and exclaimed in a low voice.

“It’s all right, did you forget who I am?” Han Jin laughed. He quickly started to spell incantations, and put a charm on his wound. Soon, the flowing blood was stopped by some mysterious force.

“What happened?” They all came up, looking at him with concerned expressions. Though it was too much to say that Han Jin was their head, for they were all equal in terms of positions in the team, he was absolutely the spiritual leader of them all. As long as they had Han Jin, they had hope that someday, they would be able to stand at the top of the pyramid.

“That guy is difficult to deal with.” Han Jin sighed. “He has a strange technique of fighting, as if he can freeze everything around him. I was greatly affected by it and couldn’t even breath. Each time I inhaled a breath, my throat hurt like as if struck by a needle.”

“Don’t speak. Sit down first.” Sunier turned around and pulled over a chair, holding Han Jin to sit down.

Moxinke was confused. “What’s so strange? That is Frozen Ice, one of the five techniques of fighting. The other four are River of Stars, Explosive Thunder, Dragon Flame, and the Great Earth.”

“Ah…” Han Jin let out a sigh in his heart. He said the wrong words again!

“Are you sure you are fine?” Reg asked softly. He was not a talkative man, but he still wanted to confirm it. Too much concern would make the situation more disordered.

“Yes. I am fine. Don’t worry about me.” Han Jin hesitated, “It seems… the situation is not optimistic for us now. Sylner, please take them out. We have something to discuss.”

“Yes.” Sylner nodded, and left with Michelle and the others.

“Come here, Moxinke.” Han Jin showed a bitter smile. Moxinke strode over. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I planned to keep this until the last moment, but…”

This said, Han Jin took out a charm, and put it on Moxinke’s chest. He then reached out his right hand and continuously drew on Moxinke’s chest. Han Jin’s charms could be released very fast in the past, but this time took him more than ten minutes. Maybe because he had lost too much blood, but his face also turned paler and paler. Sunier intended to stop him several times, but dared not to do so for fear of causing some adverse consequences for him if he were interrupted. She had to stand there, watching.

After a long time, it was finally finished. Han Jin let out a sigh of relief and waved his hand. “Go!” he roared in a low voice.

Rays of white light emitted from the charm and merged into Moxinke’s chest.

“How do you feel, Moxinke?” asked Han Jin.

“I feel strange…” Moxinke scratched his head. “It seems like… there is another me.”

“That’s right. I was worried it would fail.” Han Jin laughed.

“What’s it for, Raphael?” Sunier was very curious.

“I gave him another life.”

“What? What do you mean?” Moxinke asked in puzzlement.

“This means, when you suffer a deadly attack, this spell will die for you.”

“What about me?”

“You will live.” Han Jin shot him a disdainful glance.

They all gasped a cold breath. It turned strangely quiet inside the room, and even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard. As people walking on the edge of danger, they all clearly knew what such kind of spell meant. Since Han Jin could cast the spell this time, he could do the same next time, which meant, those who had Han Jin’s protection could be immortal!

The Forbidden Spell and Art of Sacrifice cast by a priest could also achieve a similar effect, but they were used to save others at the price of sacrificing the user himself. These two arts were far inferior to the spell Han Jin had cast.

“Can you guarantee the effectiveness of the magic, Raphael?” Sunier asked with a trembling voice.

“I was killed by a female thief once, but I’m still alive,” Han Jin said lightly.

“Don’t move, Moxinke!” After keeping silent for a moment, Sunier suddenly said. She took off her long bow and aimed her arrow at Moxinke.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?” Moxinke jumped up.

“Since when did you start throwing tantrums too, Sunier?!” Han Jin didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “Do you think this spell can be cast at any time?”

“He’s right, he’s right!” Moxinke nodded vigorously. In fact, he was curious about this magic too, but he would never experiment with his own life.

“Why didn’t you use this spell when you were hurt?” Reg suddenly asked.