Chapter 479 480-Going All Out

Chapter 479 480-Going All Out

Nula tried to grasp the key terms in the words spoken, but the clown mask was cautious, not divulging anything superfluous.

From what he revealed, it was impossible to draw any significant conclusions.

After speaking, the clown mask whispered something to his followers before hastily turning to leave.

However, his followers remained, scattering to different corners of the grand hall.

Watching the back of the clown mask and then glancing at the towering followers moving around the hall, Nula took a deep breath.

Confirming the status of her Invisibility, she began to move, quietly following the clown mask's steps.

Silently passing through the temple, Nula trailed far behind the clown mask as he exited the temple.

Observing the clown mask enter a pitch-black passageway, Nula hesitated for a few seconds before quietly following.

Unbeknownst to her, as she followed the clown mask, one of the three masked followers had already set their gaze upon her.

...

It was a poorly lit corridor, the distance between the torches on the walls so vast that darkness filled the space between two flames.

As Nula entered the passageway, she saw the clown mask stopping within a particularly dark section.

"What are you doing here?"

The clown mask seemed to be questioning the air, yet Nula understood she was likely exposed.

How was she discovered?

The clown mask hadn't even fully deployed his mana sensing.

"What is your purpose?"

Nula didn't respond.

The clown mask slowly turned around, his gaze landing precisely on Nula's face.

Despite Nula's properly functioning Invisibility, the clown mask accurately pinpointed her location.

"My patience is limited, you'd best answer me quickly. Otherwise, if I make my move, things will get messy," the clown mask said, taking a step forward, lifting his left hand.

The index finger extended, the rest of the fingers retracted.

A faint yet captivating pearlescent light pulsed as if breathing, impossible to look away from.

That was mana, condensed to its utmost limit.

Like an overstretched rubber band, such intensely concentrated mana would unleash tremendous destructive power once it slips from control.

This is one of mana's inherent properties.

The index finger halted at the level of Nula's forehead.

"Your last moments to hesitate, ten seconds," the voice of the clown mask maintained a constant, mild tone, devoid of any fluctuations, yet it sounded to Nula like the whispers of a devil.

"Ten!"

...

On the blood and gunpowder-scented city walls, Howard struggled to pull his sword from flesh, collapsing to the ground, his chest heaving violently, his gaze flickering with each breath.

He didn't know how much time had passed since the monster tide began, only that after facing that wolfrat, countless beasts and spellbeasts had nearly overwhelmed everyone.

There was no pause, only fight, fight, fight, and fight!

Failure to wield a sword meant death, failing to dodge an attack meant death!

No one had the spare energy to care for others; everyone was struggling on the edge of death.

Howard looked up at the sky, swallowed the blood-mixed saliva, tried to pull a smile but couldn't manage it.

"If only there was someone reliable by my side at a time like this."

He regretted leaving everyone behind, even though it was the right decision.

But not all right decisions lead to the right outcomes.

This person was serious! How did he manage to see me?

"Seven!"

What to do?

Show myself?

Run away?

If I flee now, what will happen to Rodel?

"Six!"

Negotiate?

Is there a chance?

I don't have a single card in my hand!

"Five!"

The voice of the clown mask was calm and steady, echoing at fixed intervals.

Through the eyes of the mask, Nula saw his pitch-black gaze, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like a deep, bottomless well.

Nula raised her hand, dispelling the Invisibility.

Cloaked in her wide cloak, Nula materialized from thin air.

"How did you discover me?" The clown mask retracted his finger, and the person beneath the mask seemed to smile.

"Do you know the biggest difference between humans and beasts?"

"Humans think, weigh options, set traps," the clown mask pointed to his head, "But beasts do not!"

"When that priest told me about the strange mana fluctuation, I knew your intention wasn't reconnaissance but to lure me out."

"A competent scout wouldn't expose such a flaw, and if you weren't competent, you wouldn't be here."

The clown mask locked eyes with Nula, his crimson pupils unwavering.

"Now, tell me, who do you work for!"

"Do you think I would tell you?" Nula scoffed coldly.

"Moreover, what made you think that my revealing myself meant surrender!"

Nula made her move.

The moment her foot stepped forward, a ferocious burst of mana erupted, blinding bolts of electricity filling the clown mask's entire field of vision as Nula's figure vanished amidst the surge of mana.

Thunderstorm! Nula's initial assault was a potent mana attack.

Vast amounts of mana poured out from within her, coalescing into countless lightning bolts aimed at the clown mask!

Each bolt was equivalent to an attack from a level 3 magus.

Releasing dozens in such an instant was no small feat for Nula.

However, Nula was well aware that such a level of attack would be insignificant to the clown mask, serving only to buy time.

Thus, even before her attack could strike, Nula began preparing her second spell.

A simplified elf language spilled from Nula's lips, one rune after another taking shape under her precise mana control, swirling around her to form a ring-shaped matrix.

This was an attack Nula herself had not fully mastered.

She didn't know if it would succeed, but it was the only method she could think of.

The clown mask was likely a level 1 magus, and if he truly was, then this was the only move Nula had that could potentially harm him.

Nula stared at the expanding flicker of electricity, uncertain how much time these minor tactics could buy her.

Ten seconds?

Perhaps even less?

Nula pushed herself to hasten the formation of her spell.