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nThose summoned by Athena were almost without exception masters of their craft, boasting an accuracy that was nothing short of astonishing.

nIn an instant, arrows rained down, striking the legs of the warhorses with precision.

nA barrage of impact sounds erupted.

nThe horses, wounded, immediately collapsed, taking the cavalry on their backs down with them.

nThe heavy armor, at this moment, turned into a cage restricting their movement. In an instant, they crashed heavily to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

nHowever, this relief was only temporary.

nThe cavalry group was evidently well-trained, very likely stemming from a bona fide military background.

nEven when there were fallen cavalry in front, those at the back could quickly respond.

nWith a pull on their reins, they spurred their horses to leap over the fallen, closing the distance between them and Howard’s group even further.

nAt this point, it wasn’t just the magi; even the archers had lost any possibility of further attack.

nThey were too close!

nIf they didn’t retreat now, a swift counterattack from the cavalry would spell certain death.

nThe cavalry understood this as well.

nThey put away their shields, and in their right hands, sharp short swords appeared.

nCavalry, or shield bearers, typically wielded two weapons: a shield in one hand and a short sword, also known as a single-edged sword, in the other.

nThey had no choice.

nThey were responsible for defense, sometimes even while riding horses, and thus could only wield single-handed weapons. .

nDaggers were too short to be effective; long swords were too lengthy and difficult to control with one hand, making short swords their weapon of choice.

nThis was the wisdom of thousands of years!

nThe cavalry had learned a multitude of combat skills tailored to their single-edged swords.

nUpon closing in, the group immediately swung their short swords.

nAs they leaned forward, their arms twisted, and the short swords traced a graceful parabola from below upwards.

nDirecting their attack at the nearby archers and magi, they unleashed the Cleave skill.

nWith the momentum from the charging horses and the swinging of their arms, the strike was formidable on its own.

nBut when augmented by the skill, it could prove fatal or severely injurious to any of the more fragile classes upon impact.

nAt this moment, Wales sighed and finally made his move.

nHe knew that if he did not act now, the archers and magi would suffer significant losses.

nAthena was dominating the leading cavalry, and victory seemed imminent.

nThis meant that he would need to cooperate with Athena for the time being.

nMaintaining the strength of their team was thus crucial.

nMoreover, there was money to be made!

nAlthough Wales was unaware of Howard’s awakening to Supreme Synthesis, he could see that Howard was in dire need of money.

nTo ensure Howard could earn a bit more, he decided not to hold back any longer.

nAlmost the moment his sigh ended, a burst of purple light erupted from within him.

n“Source of Plague!”

nA sinister voice rang out, and the purple light instantly enveloped all the cavalry.

nThe next moment, phantom-like, purple hands emerged from the ground, tightly grasping the legs of the horses and entwining the bodies of the cavalry, as if they were the hands of ghosts or shadows.

nIn an instant, the cavalry were bound as if shackled, completely immobilized, their eyes widening in terror.

n“Damn it, what’s going on?”

n“What the **?! Why can’t I move?!”

nSuddenly, all of the cavalry were bound in place by the purple, phantom hands, frozen and unable to move.

nAnd yet, it was far from over.

nWith his right hand opened wide, Wales swiftly clenched it into a fist.

nIn the next moment, a red glow emerged from within the bodies of the bound cavalry, resembling threads, and it flowed towards Wales.

n“Ah!”

n“So painful!”

n“Damn it, my strength… my strength is draining away!”

n“What… what is happening?!”

nCries of alarm and agony rose instantaneously as the cavalry began to wail, their voices growing weaker by the moment.

nEventually, Howard could clearly see their wrists becoming emaciated, resembling branches on the verge of withering away.

nHowever, he distinctly remembered that each of these cavalrymen had been robust and well-built just moments ago.

nThis bizarre transformation caused Howard to widen his eyes in shock, and he turned to look at Wales in astonishment.

nHe couldn’t believe that Wales possessed such a strange skill, capable of sapping the strength of others, not just mentally, but physically as well.

nWhat shocked Howard even more was the sight of Wales.

nAs the red glow from the bodies of the cavalry met with him, it seemed as though he was absorbing some kind of tonic.

nHis aura surged, and even his body swelled slightly, resembling an inflating balloon.

nIn the next moment, Wales took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, and a torrent of blood surged out, engulfing the cavalry in an instant.

nCrack—crack—

nThe sound of something crisp breaking echoed, and when the bloody torrent finally dissipated, the cavalry were nowhere to be seen, leaving only remnants and bare bones scattered across the ground.

nWitnessing this scene, Howard couldn’t help but have his pupils constrict sharply, his heart filled with shock and disbelief.

nHad Wales really managed to annihilate an entire group of cavalry in just a few short breaths?

nNo, it was not just annihilation. He had even destroyed their corpses, leaving nothing but bones.

nSuch power was simply terrifying beyond belief!

nIt was at this moment that Howard finally realized just how terrifying the strengths of Wales, Tana, and the others truly were.

nKeep in mind, according to what Tana had said, Wales’ combat capabilities weren’t even the strongest.

nIf he could be this powerful, wouldn’t the other mentors be outrageously formidable?

nHowever, upon further contemplation, Howard noted that Wales seemed to maintain a low profile within the Holy Abyss Academy.

nPerhaps, his strength was not much less than that of Athena or Daniel.

nLost in his own thoughts, Howard was musing when the group of archers and magus sighed in relief, gasping for breath and expressing their thanks continuously.

nThere was no helping it; if Wales hadn’t stepped in, they would undoubtedly be dead.

nAnd Wales was under no obligation to save them!

nIt was also at this moment that Athena’s battle came to an end. Under her relentless and fierce attacks, the shield of the leading cavalry was shattered, leaving him defenseless.

nHis chest was split open by her longsword, spilling blood and entrails.

nWitnessing this scene, Howard couldn’t help but feel moved.

nShe was so ferocious!

nUndoubtedly, the powerful bigwigs seemed to each have their unique style, a realization that struck a chord in Howard’s heart.

nAfter slaying the leading cavalry, Athena swiftly descended, scanning the surroundings before speaking, “I extend my thanks to Lord Ravenous Wolf for lending a hand. We shall discuss the matter of your compensation later. Others must have seen the signal and will be rushing here soon. We must enter the Medea Ruins immediately.”

n“You’re right; we can’t afford to search for a specific route now. Let’s get inside first, and then we can use the ruins’ architecture or mechanisms to shake off the pursuers,” agreed Wales, clearly understanding the urgency of the situation.

nThe group quickly adjusted their direction, hastening towards the Medea Ruins.

nSwoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

nThe sounds of the air being torn apart incessantly rang out.

nAlmost two minutes had barely passed since Howard and his group departed when several figures arrived, treading on thin air, directly at the battleground.

nEach one of them was capable of floating mid-air. One of them even had a pair of wings formed entirely from thunder, holding a scepter in hand.

nClearly, the strength of this group was immensely formidable.

nThose capable of walking on air were at least at the level of mentors like Tana, and judging by their ease in doing so, their strength might very well be comparable to Daniel’s.

nAcross the entire Alliance, they were definitely forces to be reckoned with!

n“The battle just ended!” A skinny man, resembling a monkey, landed and, sniffing the bloody scent in the air, spoke, “They couldn’t have gone far. Let’s continue the pursuit.”

n“Hehehe, I told you, Shelley, being a veteran powerhouse of Crimson Dragon City, definitely couldn’t be trapped in Mordun Wasteland now. Those who went back are probably regretting it to death.”

n“Yes, let’s head straight to Medea Ruins. If we can intercept Shelley, the rewards might even allow me to touch the Power of Law.”

n“Touching the Power of Law? What, are you close to reaching LV95?”

nWhile some powerhouses were tracking the route taken by Howard and his group, others, not versed in tracking, engaged in casual conversation.

n“That’s right, just a touch of the Power of Law, and I’ll be able to advance to LV95. If I can comprehend the Power of Law, perhaps I could even step into the realm of LV100!”

n“Stop dreaming. For hundreds of years, no one has ever stepped into the realm of LV100.”

n“Even if there is someone… it’s only those who have earned the recognition of Transcendent Sacred Artifacts that might have a chance to break through the LV100 limitation.”

nAt this point, the group couldn’t help but fall silent.

nAdvancing past LV90 was incredibly difficult!

nAlmost every few levels there was a bottleneck.

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