Chapter 477 Testing Oneself



The silent elf contorted his back in such a way that he was able to look towards the Dragonheart in the middle of his flip, using his free hand to snap his fingers. In that same instant, emerald mana manifested itself into thorny chains that swept around Emilio.

'Magecraft? Wordless, at that–he's skilled,' Emilio thought.

"I can do that, too," the Dragonheart muttered. Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates

With a flick of his wrist, chains of solidified fire burned into the air, spiraling like a hellish weaving of threads as they pressed against the hunter's emerald bindings. Using his free hand to guide the flaming chains, he wrapped them around the others, tearing them away from himself.

Just as he freed himself from the wrath of the thorny chains, the tip of a blackened blade sailed towards his jugular.

He spun to the side, narrowly avoiding the piercing point of the hunter's weapon. A ticklish sensation ran over his neck, having to question for a second if he was actually injured as he felt his own throat.

As he readied himself again, he addressed the silent hunter, "Hey! Don't you talk at all? You're no different from a robot."

"Silence."

That single word was enough to grip his attention, finally finding sound to leave the lips of the lanky hunter.

The Harken stood there with his short, bristly hair of opalescent silver brushing by the wind, staring with those eyes that held no compassion in them.

"...So, you can speak, then?" Emilio asked, breathing out.

It seemed there was no intent for a conversation as the leather-armored hunter faded away into the foliage silently without a response. There was only subtle rustling within the bushes as the lanky figure somehow manages to use the overgrowth as cover.

"Nice moves, but that won't work on me," Emilio said, swiping his sword.

Emilio didn't intend to wait and counterattack, instead taking initiative for himself as he pressed his leather boot against the dirt firmly.

The ground rumbled as if it was awoken abruptly from slumber before splitting up, giving way as humanoid figures of stone and soil rose from its crust.

A dozen of the ravenous golems pulled themselves from the soil they were carved from, lunging and grabbing at the harken.

'--"Resurrection of Death's Soil"--a spell I made myself. I used a bit of inspiration from Husks: these golems are infused with the command to be "insatiable" at the sight of my enemies,' he thought.

"Go get 'em," Emilio commanded with a wave of his metallic arm.

He further enchanted the veracious golems, caressing them in crimson flames as they surrounded the hunter.

For the first time, he brought the harken member to a pause as the unnaturally tall figure stood still, glancing around with his black eyes.

Every movement the thin, towering elf made felt methodical; as if puppeteering his own body with pragmatic actions, guided by unseen strings.

In a graceful stride, the hunter dashed forward, evading the touch of the flaming golems as he spun around with his blade in hand.

A single spin with those long, spider-like limbs gave the edge of the blade enough reach to slice through multiple golems.

'You're kidding me? There's not even an ounce of hesitation from this guy,' Emilio thought.

The effortless technique of the harken member couldn't be understated; there was no strain worn on his expression or sweat that cast itself from his pores.

None of the golems came close to touching the black-eyes hunter, who swiftly cut them apart into pieces as the flames were scattered into fading embers.

"Let's try this, then," Emilio muttered as he held his hand forward.