Chapter 282: Can’t Stop a Warlock Who Wants to Run
All the ninjas in Naruto are mages in ninja’s clothing. “Shinobi”, possessing the template of Orochimaru, one of the Legendary Sannin, is naturally no stranger to ninjutsu. A variety of powerful ninjutsu techniques were unleashed one after another, making it impossible for Moliti to raise her head.
However, she was a Legendary Warlock after all, and had also undergone training in the Abyss, making her quite resilient. Though miserable, she wouldn’t collapse. Instead, she endured the intense pain and drank a bottle of magic potion, suppressing the raging poison within her body.
As soon as her condition improved, Moliti’s rage boiled over. She began by summoning a group of demons to serve as cannon fodder, then clasped her hands together and started forming a fireball.
A warlock’s spells rely entirely on feeling. When the feeling is right, they can be godlike; when it’s not, they become weaklings.
At this moment, having taken the potion, Moliti felt powerful. The throbbing pain from the poison only fueled her anger. Her hands rubbed together continuously, releasing fireballs the size of carriage wheels. They arced through the air like missiles towards “Shinobi”, then she watched in astonishment as “Shinobi” weaved effortlessly through the surrounding demon cannon fodder. Not a single fireball hit, not even a speck of dust touched her.
“Since when did mages become so agile?” Moliti didn’t connect “Shinobi” with the subordinate who had ambushed her earlier. She assumed it was a mage lying in wait, just one with exceptionally good skills, better than most assassins.
Having gauged Moliti’s strength, “Shinobi” decided not to prolong the fight. After all, her mission was to protect her master’s safety. Who knew what other tricks the opponent might have? It was best to finish this quickly.
However, before “Shinobi” could take the initiative, Moliti lost her patience. Flames erupted from her body like a fiery tornado, creating quite a spectacle.
This was the Imperial Capital Region. Daring to unleash the aura of a Legendary Warlock here was practically asking for death.
The problem was, that’s how warlocks were: moody and easily provoked. Even though Moliti had learned her lesson from Vanessa and trained in the Abyss, she still couldn’t change her nature.
After all, a demon warlock’s bloodline originated from demons, their personality naturally influenced by them. And how were demons in terms of temperament? Needless to say. Therefore, Moliti’s reaction was quite normal.
With flames engulfing her body, her clothes naturally couldn’t withstand the high temperatures and turned to ash. Moliti was left with only a belt made of demon skin, which both restrained her and concealed vital points and weaknesses. At the same time, her demonic form began to manifest.
Evidently, Moliti had some succubus bloodline. But this was normal. Apart from the more common demon bloodlines, succubi bloodlines were the most prevalent among demon warlocks. This was probably why she managed to survive in the Abyss. Did she really think all demons conformed to human standards?
As her demon bloodline activated, a pair of small goat horns sprouted from Moliti’s head, a flexible little tail appeared behind her, and a pair of palm-sized wings emerged from her back. Her figure became exceptionally voluptuous. Clearly, her demon bloodline was fully activated, or rather, fully developed.
Regardless, Moliti’s strength after transforming was significantly enhanced, and her arrogance grew. She directly opened a portal and summoned a large number of demons.
Although they were all low-level demons, the Imperial Academy was nearby. This move immediately alerted many people. However, it was only an alert, not yet reaching a critical level. But it wouldn’t be long before it did, and it might even attract the Red Guard. Therefore, she planned to end this quickly.
Moliti knew that relying on magic and demon cannon fodder wouldn’t be enough to kill her opponent quickly. The problem was, this was her limit. If she dared to summon a legendary-level demon or make any bigger moves, she was sure the legendary mage who had already locked onto this location would immediately come out and teach her a lesson.
So, Moliti drew two scimitars and, using the demons as cover, stealthily approached.
Moliti’s physical abilities had been greatly enhanced, coupled with the assassin techniques she had painstakingly learned. She was no less skilled than a master-level assassin. This was why she confidently charged towards “Shinobi”.
“Shinobi” had a strange look in her eyes, but such a cooperative opponent was exactly what she wanted. Although the flames restricted many of her techniques, she, possessing the Orochimaru template, was not one to be easily defeated.
The Water Blade’s cutting power, combining wind and water, was astonishing. Pain Shield, Demon Skin, False Life โ Moliti, with three layers of protection, still couldn’t withstand it. She was almost cleaved in half, the valley on her chest askew. Yet she didn’t utter a sound, heading straight for “Shinobi”.
She firmly believed “Shinobi” was a mage. Even if she was agile, it was just because of Cat’s Agility and Feather Fall. Compared to a veteran like her who had fought her way out of the Abyss, she was just a rookie. Then she was almost killed by “Shinobi” wielding the Kusanagi Sword.
“If a warlock wants to run, you really can’t stop them,” Owen murmured, shaking his head. “Shinobi”‘s assassination attempt had failed.
But it wasn’t “Shinobi”‘s fault. Warlocks were inherently proficient in teleportation. Whether summoning or banishing demons, it was essentially a form of spatial teleportation, and cross-planar teleportation at that.
Therefore, the more skilled a demon warlock was, the more adept they were at spatial teleportation, and it was difficult to restrict them. Even if they lost consciousness, they would automatically activate teleportation to a safe place, let alone Moliti, who had learned her lesson the hard way. So, seeing the situation turn unfavorable, she immediately opened a portal and left, without any hesitation. Clearly, the lesson Vanessa had taught her was profound enough. But it also left Owen with a considerable problem.
Peters appeared calm and collected, but in reality, his ears were perked up. However, Owen’s voice was too low, and he only caught the word “warlock”.
To actually provoke those lunatics, the warlocks, no wonder he dared to openly attack a Count, even if it was just a Northland Count.
Although the battle was over, Owen and Peters’ plan to visit the Serving Church was ruined, as they had to accompany the arriving Red Guard.
Fortunately, whether it was those assassins or Moliti, they were all wanted criminals. As victims, and the newly ennobled son of an established noble family, Owen and Peters were released after a brief questioning. As for whether they were being secretly monitored, that was a certainty.
Moliti’s previous attack was like poking a tiger’s whiskers and then slapping its butt. The Emperor and the other bigwigs might not care, but the Red Guard, responsible for guarding the Imperial Capital’s secret front, couldn’t ignore it.
Apprehending her was difficult. If Moliti was so easy to catch, it wouldn’t have been their turn. So, the best course of action was to monitor the target of her attack.
Not only was Owen well aware of this, but Peters also knew. That’s why he hadn’t dared to visit again.
And the troubles Owen faced weren’t limited to this. On the day after the attack, the landlord of the estate they were renting politely returned double the rent and asked them to leave, clearly not wanting to be implicated.
Helpless, Owen could only enroll in the academy early, thus escaping the surveillance and trouble.
