Everything happened very quickly. Before a certain someone who was watching from the side could think of how to react, things took a turn for the worse and developed in a bad direction.
He had already torn off the other party's arm. It seemed that an apology would not be enough to resolve the matter. Lin was still in a daze. The one-armed man gritted his teeth and endured the pain that seeped into his bones. He shouted angrily, "Kill them, kill all of them, leave no one alive! I want to torture their souls, for generations to come! "
The bearded man had a purpose for this trip, and he had made ample preparations. His followers were a famous group of warriors in Pilsen City. They relied on the various magical equipment that he supported to become a group that even mages would find difficult to deal with. However, the situation had developed too quickly. The other party had not said much before he had lost an arm. Such humiliation was something that he had never experienced before.
Therefore, compared to the injury to his arm, the bearded man was more furious. He had countless ways to recover his broken arm without any repercussions. However, he could only use the cruelest revenge to vent the pain in his heart for this humiliation. He also wanted to warn those who were watching him in the dark that he was not to be trifled with.
His followers, on the other hand, reacted quickly. Although they could not stop the incident from happening and could not save their master, they still pulled out their fiery longswords at the first moment when the situation took a turn for the worse and activated the magic that was attached to them. The dark red Hellfire instantly covered the silver-gray blade. This flame was the reason why even mages were afraid of them.
The warriors who rushed forward understood that this was the most vulnerable moment for mages before they cast a full set of supporting magic on themselves. Before they reached the level of an Extraordinary, warriors could only rely on surprise attacks to fight against mages before their opponents were prepared. Therefore, when they received instructions and even when the two sides started fighting, they started to act.
Countless mages had died under their surprise attacks in the past. The fiery longswords in their hands did not matter who the opponent was. As long as they could cut into the body, no shield or armor would be able to stop it. It was the same for magic. If they took a few more steps to break the opponent's limbs and pull out their tongues, perhaps their master would not mind letting others play with her before they killed her completely. After all, this was not the first time something like this had happened.
Then … there was no then.
Fen fired a string of bullets and ended the battle in one go. Unlike using gunpowder weapons, one had to judge the trajectory of the bullet. However, magical weapons all relied on strong spiritual guidance, so she was only responsible for taking out the gun, pulling the trigger, and calling it a day.
The bloody hole between the eyebrows wasn't as simple as it looked from the outside. The magic bullet had already messed up the inside of the victim's head, making him deader than dead. Even if he wanted to cast resurrection magic, it would be quite difficult. This was guaranteed by a certain Lich who was proficient in necromancy magic.
Regardless of whether it was the onlookers or the bearded man who was holding his broken arm and bleeding non-stop, everyone was speechless as they stared at the dead and injured on the ground. In the blink of an eye, more than ten warriors were all gone. No one could believe it.
"Out of the way! Get out of the way! "An untimely shout broke the silence. Everyone looked over. They couldn't tell who it was, but the small yellow shawl was very eye-catching. It was the order maintenance staff of the Society of Sorcerers. The supervisor pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and walked over silently with a certain rhythm … if it weren't for the few subordinates who were shouting at the side.
"Who dares to cause trouble at the entrance of the Society's headquarters? My master will definitely not let go of any magician who has committed a crime. "
Under normal circumstances, the police would only show up when the bad guys or the good guys were all dead. Those who would appear halfway would definitely not be ordinary law enforcers, but participants in this off-stage show that was full of flaws and acting awkwardly.
A certain someone didn't believe that the law enforcers would act so quickly. They had just started to cause trouble, and now they were here. However, it seemed that the person with the yellow shawl wasn't a liar who was pretending to be a supervisor and colluding with others. This could be seen from the looks of fear and hatred in the eyes of others when they looked at him.
The people next to the supervisor, on the other hand, weren't so decent. They cursed and scolded along the way and ordered everyone they saw. They also talked about their master's name all the time, as if they were afraid that others didn't know his background.
Passing through the crowd, the supervisor's people came to Lin and the others. The arrogant guy said arrogantly, "Is it you, strangers? How dare you hurt people in public?"
Hurt people? A bunch of people were dead, but they were still following what sounded like predetermined lines and didn't change according to the situation. The traces of such a trick were too obvious. Lin sneered in his heart, but pretended to be respectful and said, "Sir, we didn't hurt anyone. Where did you hear such false rumors?"
He addressed the other party as "sir" because even though the other party wasn't a supervisor, he was still wearing a mage shawl with a golden tassel. The basic respect still had to be given. However, the other party didn't seem to change his attitude because of this. He still said arrogantly, "You dare to say that you didn't hurt anyone? It was clearly …"
It was clearly … There was no one. This was the absurd feeling that rose in everyone's heart at the same time. Including the one whose eyes grew on the top of his head. He couldn't continue speaking and could only look around in a daze.
The place where more than a dozen corpses should've been was now empty. It was clean. Not to mention the corpses, there were no weapons, equipment, or even blood left on the ground. The degree of cleanliness made the onlookers wonder if everything they had just seen was a daydream.
"Well, where's Mr. McDowell?" The person who was originally aggressive realized that things didn't develop as he expected. He was at a loss and asked the man who was supposed to be at the scene, a bearded uncle.
"Who is he? I don't know." Someone continued to play dumb. In fact, it was only now that everyone noticed that the bearded man who had his arm torn off was gone. On the contrary, the beautiful mage who did the vicious thing silently hid the severed arm behind her back.
Was it thrown? Or was it some other method? In short, the severed arm that was hidden behind her back suddenly disappeared and ran to the hand of another man behind his back. In the next moment, even the severed arm was gone.
Perhaps most people didn't notice this small movement, but the four dwarves and the two apprentices standing behind the two men saw it clearly. The two apprentices in front of them had such good teamwork that they didn't need to communicate with each other to complete what should be a very complicated spell.
Fen's mastery of the Blink spell could only be done by herself or by bringing others with her, or by flashing the object in her hand to a place where her spiritual perception could reach. As for the method used by a certain someone, who could instantly throw a person or object to an unknown place, the instantaneous calculation required was something that even the former Lord Demon King couldn't do.
So, don't underestimate how easily the two of them made the evidence disappear. The knowledge they had to master and the preparations they had to make would make the silver-bearded dwarves, who used to boast of their intelligence and wisdom, start to doubt their own origins.
Seeing that the scene was so clean that it didn't seem like a place where trouble had been caused, the one who wanted to cause trouble rolled his eyes and shouted to the surroundings, "We came here because we heard rumors that someone was causing trouble. There are so many people here. If anyone can tell me what happened just now, you will be rewarded. "
Hearing such a question, the fake smile on Lin's face became a bit more awkward. How could there be such a blatant question? It was only right to ask for trouble. However, the most difficult thing to deal with in the world was this kind of person who had the right to speak and used force to oppress others. Not to mention that money could move people's hearts, and when there was a great reward, there would always be brave people. This was true no matter which world it was in.
Just as he was thinking about how many people would respond to that person's question, a person hiding in the crowd shouted, "I know, I have …" There was no more sound.
One person wasn't enough. Another person shouted, "I also saw it, it's just that …" Then there was silence.
"What just happened …" Before he could finish his sentence, there was silence again.
This happened a few times. Every time someone wanted to say something, there was silence. Everyone present felt that something was wrong, not to mention those who were standing next to those who wanted to say something and watched them disappear into thin air. What the hell is going on? That was the question that most people wanted to know, but there was no explanation.
This was actually a mixed application of Lin's. For a transmigrator from Earth, how could he not understand the power of rumors and slanders? How could he not know that the masses were easily incited? The combination of the two was enough to ruin a person's reputation. In the mysterious land, it was not surprising to be torn down on the spot. Therefore, of course, he had to find a way to guard against it.
Those who wanted to incite the masses used empathy. Hiding in the crowd, the 'snakes' in different places echoed a certain radical statement, making people mistakenly think that the majority of the people supported such a statement.
Some people would be bold enough to say something more radical because of this, while others would be affected by the mood and atmosphere, and be wrapped by the crowd to agree with the extreme statements. When more and more people said the same thing, the general trend would eventually become unstoppable.
To avoid such a situation, of course, it was necessary to eliminate the possibility of harmful comments from the source. For someone, the Dimensional Banishment Spell was a very useful tool. In addition, he had begun his research in the Tower of the Great Sage. There were all kinds of detection methods, including voice recognition, location identification, sonar analysis, and even changes in air flow.
Perhaps these methods were not very mature at this stage. However, the 'snakes' hiding in the crowd were the conspirators who tried to influence the direction of the crowd. Regardless of whether they were manipulating the behavior of the masses as a form of knowledge, in order to incite more people, they had to use their loud voices to let more people hear them.
Since there was a clear voice as a reference, if they could not locate the person, it would be a waste of their years of research. Since they could locate the person, where they would go was not something that someone could control.
The uncertainty of the Dimensional Banishment Spell was based on the fact that Lin did not want to find the person or thing that had been thrown away. It was purely a product of efficiency and energy consumption. In other words, they might have run to a better place. Lin did not care whether the outcome was good or bad. He just had to throw it away.
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