How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 78 Enchanting Humans

In the dark sewers.

Everett ran all the way, his clothes already soaked with mud and water, clinging heavily to his legs.

He finally reached the fork in the road and had to leave as soon as possible to avoid being pursued.

But just then, the wind suddenly whistled!

An arrow suddenly shot into his chest, its force so great that it seemed to tear the surrounding air apart.

"Second-tier Ranger..."

Everett's gaze sharpened, and he uttered a low growl: "Shield!"

An invisible force field shield instantly spread out in the void, barely blocking his way.

With a whoosh, the arrow tip was deflected and slid off.

Everett's expression was grave.

Although I could block a second-tier ranger's arrow with a first-level spell, the opponent could still continue to fire arrows, and I had already used up my spell slot.

However... he is no ordinary mage.

Everett's lips curled into a cold, malicious smile.

His spell slot recovery speed is far beyond that of ordinary humans.

Using his ability to see in the darkness, he looked up in the direction from which the arrow had come.

A figure stood in the shadows in the distance, the badge on his chest looking very familiar.

"The lantern bearer..."

Just as he realized what was happening, he suddenly heard a faint sound of water behind him.

He swiftly dodged to the side, a chilling ice dagger instantly materializing in his hand as he parried backward—

clang!

The dagger clashed violently with the slender sword thrusting from behind, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

The icy dagger snapped in two, but the instant it shattered, a chilling aura burst forth, transforming into a white mist that swept outwards.

The attacker groaned and retreated, clutching his frostbitten arm.

Looking at the clothes on the enemy with the mustache, Everett glanced at the ranger in the distance and frowned.

"The Lantern Bearer has teamed up with the Night's Watch?"

Footsteps slowly began to sound.

Serena, the captain of the Lantern Bearers, stepped forward slowly, her longbow fully drawn, the arrow pointed directly at Everett, her eyes filled with coldness.

On the other side, Hans, who had suffered a minor injury to his left arm, had already swallowed a bottle of healing medicine, and his complexion had eased slightly.

"Die, you demon who has harmed humanity," Serena said coldly.

Everett suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter full of mockery, yet the seriousness in his eyes remained undiminished:

"So my identity was exposed a long time ago... It was Kane who said it, right? He actually figured out that I'm not human."

Hans, abandoning his usual frivolity, said in a deep voice:

"You have slaughtered dozens of mage apprentices, your hands stained with the blood of innocents. Today, we will arrest you and send you to the gallows!"

Everett laughed heartily:

"You humans are truly laughable. You're judged for harming a few apprentice mages? Why don't you judge yourselves then?"

"You Nords, in order to expand your territory, have killed countless creatures in the Underdark, and even in the name of revenge, you have joined forces with other countries to invade the Underdark and exterminate the pure-blooded Drow elves... The dead number in the tens of millions, while I have only killed a few."

Serena frowned and looked at Hans, who shook his head:

"Don't listen to the demon's temptations. It's a second-tier ghoul, and its spell slots mostly come from the memories of the apprentices it devours. It should primarily use first-level spells."

We'll handle this carefully and just deplete his spell slots.

"Really?

Everett's laughter stopped abruptly: "Really?"

Everett chuckled, and the moment his words fell, the human skin on his body suddenly peeled off bit by bit, like melting wax.

The human skin belonging to "Everett" fell away with a rustling sound, revealing the horrifying true face beneath.

Serena and Hans felt a chill run down their spines as they watched this scene.

It was a demon that resembled a ghoul, but was far more ferocious.

It was six feet tall, but its hunched back made it appear unusually short and stocky.

His body was extremely thin and haggard, his skin was deathly pale, and his surface was rough like dry corpse skin, without any elasticity.

It has a pair of long, pointed cat ears on its head, a short snout formed by its protruding snout, and its mouth is full of serrated teeth that seem capable of easily tearing flesh apart.

A pair of murky, yellowish-red vertical pupils were flashing with an evil light.

The ghoul twisted its neck, making a cracking sound as its bones broke, and its mouth split open to reveal its gleaming white teeth.

"Finally... I can show my true face to people."

Just then, incantations echoed from the darkness:

"Blazing Orb!"

A fireball hurtled towards them.

"Is there another mage?"

The ghoul's expression changed slightly, and a chilling aura surged from his fingertips, instantly forming a thick ice crystal shield in front of him.

The fireball slammed into the ice crystal shield and exploded instantly! The scorching flames and the biting cold collided violently, producing a deafening roar.

As the steam dissipated, the ghoul looked up and saw another figure approaching from the end of the dark fork in the road.

It was the monk Reed.

With Serena and Hans in front and Reed behind, the ghoul was surrounded on three sides at the crossroads of the sewers.

Far from panicking, he revealed a greedy smile and licked his sharp teeth:

"Perfect timing... I'll accept your memories without hesitation!"

The expressions of the three second-tier captains all turned serious.

……

boom!

The sound of an explosion could be faintly heard.

Kane rushed to the sewer, his trouser legs already soaked with sewage.

He rushed to the scene and saw that the ground was covered with signs of battle:

Charred stone bricks, frozen ice shards, broken arrows, shattered potion bottles, charred marks left by evocation magic, and residual energy fluctuations from conjuration magic...

The uneven ground was a testament to the intensity of the battle that had just taken place.

"The situation is not good..."

Kane frowned.

Can three Tier 2 captains really defeat that ghoul demon?

Kane was unsure of himself.

Demons and humans are ultimately different. At the same level, a demon's physique and regenerative abilities are far superior to those of a human.

Ordinary second-tier human powerhouses can at most contend with drow elves or high elves, but when facing monsters from other dimensions, they often find themselves powerless.

"Hopefully they can at least hold that guy off and prevent it from getting away..."

The sounds of rushing water and fighting could be heard ahead.

In the mud, the three were attacking the ghoul, but the latter was not at a disadvantage.

The ghoul used its claws to clash against the bard Hans's rapier, its movements becoming exceptionally agile under the influence of magic.

The puncture wound Hans inflicted on it is slowly healing thanks to its constitution; however, the toxins in the claw marks force Hans to take medication frequently.

Ranger Serena occasionally fired arrows to distract the ghouls, forcing them to dodge and giving her teammates a chance to catch their breath.

Reed then took the opportunity to replenish his spell slots, preparing for his next spell or trick.

The ghoul, however, calmly and methodically used tricks and first-circle spells to suppress it, gradually turning the tide of the battle.

Kane could only sense the battle situation from afar using his water manipulation skills, and he was anxiously thinking of a way to break the deadlock.

Just then, he suddenly felt a malicious gaze sweep over his entire body.

Kane looked up and saw that the ghoul had somehow gotten its eyes on him, and was pointing its glowing finger in his direction.

A hoarse incantation, accompanied by malicious laughter, rang out:

"To bewitch humans!"

Kane felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, as if his mind was shrouded in a fog.

But he had already endured countless attempts at spiritual manipulation, and his willpower was far stronger than that of ordinary people.

The dizziness lasted only a moment before he forcibly suppressed it.

But on the surface, he deliberately put on a blank expression, his eyes becoming empty and lifeless.

He staggered to his feet and, like a puppet on strings, walked step by step toward the center of the battlefield.

Upon seeing this, the three people on the field immediately turned pale.

The ghoul revealed a wicked smile...