Chapter 731: Wrong Course

I-I think I hit the wrong guy!

Is it you, Eight? Eight! Answer me!

No response.

The other guild members felt their confidence earlier breaking down really fast.

What about you, Twelve? Are you hurt?

Again, no answer.

Fool! Dont make a move before we destroy the illusion nodes! Boss demanded in a loud voice.

Boss was the strongest guild member sent by Centipede Guild, who was said to be an elite apprentice from a major organization. He was expelled for his misbehavior later and became a rogue. Even so, both his talent and knowledge were way more competent compared to the other people in the group.

Whos there? Urgh! someone grunted.

Three?! Whats the matter?

The b*stard is ambus.h.i.+ng me. Dont come, I can manage. Keep your guard up! Three replied in a trembling voice.

The others couldnt do anything but to wait until the painful screams of Three became weaker and then disappeared.

That was the third one who was either killed or captured in the mist, and none of the guild members saw what got them.

Dirty tricks Boss grimaced. Defend yourselves and keep looking for illusion nodes. Ill do something if any of you see him again.

But the entire illusion area remained quiet for a long time. No one was attacked.

Then I should use the chance to break the illusion faster Boss clenched his fists. But what the heck is this? I cant see through it at all!

In his view, the mist illusion was one of the most basic cantrips studied by amateur illusionists. He could even feel the deadly wind outside still affecting the mist, but he couldnt find any waymarks or directions no matter how he tried.

He moved around a little and realized that the wind also changed along with his movement, which only further confused him.

Boss, that guys on me! Seven called out.

Boss immediately rushed toward the source of the voice to rescue his man, but he failed to find Seven. In fact, he had never seen any of his members since they were engulfed by the mist.

G.o.ddammit. The illusion affects our sense of direction! Boss just noticed why their attacks went to the wrong targets.

He felt his heart sink when he realized that their enemy hadnt made a move for real yet. The simple illusion was enough to completely trap them.

He declared his following plans, but he received absolute silence.

Dont fu*king tell me youre all dead?!

I got it! The illusion node! You all attack what Im pointing at so that we can get the h.e.l.l out of the illusion! someone suddenly yelled.

Good job!

After you, boss!

Let the a*shole taste the might of our brothers!

Bosss face went pale upon hearing that order.

That mans mimicking my voice!

DONT LISTEN TO HIM!! he called as loudly as could. He was already regretting his reckless decision of confronting Angor without being fully prepared. They should at least maintain their Spirit Bond beforehand!

Once again, no one answered him. Soon, several energy explosions were heard in the illusion, followed by the shrieks of the guild members.

Boss finally knew why their target seemed so chill when facing them, but it was too late.

A man suddenly emerged in his view.

YOU!

Without a second thought, Boss unleashed his strongest poison attack at Angor, who simply remained where he was and watched.

Boss saw this and immediately knew something was off again.

When his poison fully covered Angors form, he heard his men yelling in pain. As he feared, Angor slowly melted away, leaving his twelve brothers behind.

Crescent Barrage.

Boss did not have a chance to look at who said those words when his body was overwhelmed by a swarm of wind blades.

He knew Crescent Barrage was only a level-1 cantrip, which was enough to finish him off in this situation. It seemed their bigger number was pointless against an illusionist who could control their sense or even emotions.

Angor had more than one way to thoroughly destroy them. This mist illusion was only one such method, which easily maimed all thirteen of them.

This is impossible I shouldve never accepted this job

That was Bosss final thought before he blacked out.

Angor had canceled his illusion since the guild members had done killing each other without his help.

While Toby used gravity power to keep the corpses in the air, Angor checked their bodies and was disappointed to find almost no useful resources. These thugs combined were more broke than him when he joined Brute Cavern as a freshman. He managed to find a one-use s.p.a.ce capsule from their boss, which didnt contain any valuables either.

He then tossed the bodies into the sea. While it was possible that some of them would come back as souls, Angor wasnt going to mind them. Devils Water was never short of wandering ghosts anyway.

He didnt deal the finis.h.i.+ng blow to the boss yet, who was unconscious due to serious blood loss. He did so because he needed someone to tell him about Centipede Guild.

He was planning to capture more than one guild member earlier, but the poison attack used by the boss was deadlier than he thought. He didnt have time to revive anyone.

It was time for him to get back to The Limpet. Since he could see nothing other than violent seawater being blown into the sky, he closed his eyes to sense the energy waymark he left on the s.h.i.+p earlier.

The bad weather greatly disrupted the signal. In the end, he only sensed the general direction of the s.h.i.+p.

Northwest and a bit far.

He carried the boss onto Tobys back and told Toby to head to the direction he sensed. In order not to accidentally dive straight into Summerdews territory, he told Toby to maintain a moderate speed in the wind.

Ten minutes later, Toby ate a Mana Flower to keep up his Griffin Form.

Angor could see the waters around them changing, which suggested a new route. But the hurricane was still blowing over them.

After another five minutes, Angor gazed at the peculiarly dark water beneath them with a confused look.

Is this Summerdew Ridge?

According to Helens map, Summerdew Ridge came with many scattered reefs and small islands, which he didnt see yet. Besides, The Limpet should remain at the outer edge of Summerdew Ridge instead of going inside.

They successfully outran the windy environment a moment later, but he didnt feel any better. Instead, another dreadful sensation made his hair stand as if there were blood-sucking worms crawling all over his skin.

Now, it was obvious that this place wasnt the Summerdew Ridge The Limpet used to sail across.

Perhaps something bad happened and forced The Limpet to enter the wrong route?

His best choice right now was to turn back into safer areas. But on second thought, he decided to keep moving and look for The Limpet first. Without a guide, he didnt know how to travel to Farren Land anyway.

The energy waymark soon helped him locate the s.h.i.+p.

But it didnt look good. The Limpet was left ash.o.r.e on a tiny island about a kilometer in width. There were no buildings or mountains on itonly dark, th.o.r.n.y creeping plants that had grabbed The Limpet and pulled it onto dry land.

At this moment, there were many pairs of glowing eyes hidden among the vines glaring at the s.h.i.+p.

Also, Angor felt something familiar coming from the horrible gazes.