"Bang!"
A muffled sound resonated in the factory. Emoson's pitch-black dagger and Marguerite's razor-sharp blade wheel collided in mid-air. The two magic artifacts were of decent quality among the tier 2 magic artifacts. Neither of them could do anything to the other and the battle ended in a draw.
"Do it!" Martina glared at Connor who was hiding on the roof beam of the factory. However, she didn't blame Connor. Instead, she stepped forward and joined the battle between Emoson and Marguerite with her combination magic artifact.
Connor revealed a subtle smile when he saw Emoson blocking Marguerite's path. He knew that he had guessed correctly. Ignoring Martina's reproachful gaze, Connor leaped down from the roof beam and shouted in ancient Byzantine language, "Rise!"
Thirteen black light pillars shot out from the ground of the factory. In the blink of an eye, these pitch-black light pillars condensed into a magic circle that enveloped Connor, Martina, Emoson, and Marguerite.
Marguerite who was trapped in the magic circle remained vigilant when she saw Connor standing behind Emoson and Martina. However, Connor who was familiar with Marguerite could vaguely see her beautiful eyes under her purple veil.
"Who are you people? How dare you attack the arbitrators of the Church of the Storm? Aren't you afraid that your entire family will be slaughtered? "Marguerite glanced at the two men and one woman who appeared before her. Although Connor had already informed her, she still pretended that she didn't know and berated Connor, Emoson, and Martina sternly.
A trace of disdain and ridicule flashed across Martina's eyes in response to Marguerite's threat. She ignored Marguerite and instructed Emoson and Connor, "End this quickly. Don't drag it out for too long!"
Emoson and Connor looked at each other and nodded. To prevent Marguerite from noticing anything, Connor immediately pretended to release a mental attack at Marguerite. Emoson, on the other hand, continued to maneuver his dagger around Marguerite. He didn't confront her directly, but once Marguerite revealed any weakness, he would immediately launch an attack. As the leader, Martina had already summoned her powerful combination magic artifact and attacked Marguerite head-on. This placed a lot of pressure on Marguerite.
Even though Connor was suspected of slacking off, Margot was still in a precarious position under the combined attacks of three adepts of the same grade. Margot had already taken out the Grade 2 defensive magic artifact, Mallorca's Ring, as mentioned in the Secret Society's report. She was doing her best to defend herself, but Margot was still in a precarious situation under the combined attacks of three adepts of the same grade.
Connor knew that Marguerite wouldn't be able to hold on for long in this situation. He had to either help her, or she would have to use her blood magic. He had to make a choice between the two. Blood magic was Marguerite's greatest trump card. He had to wait until he was sure that he could silence her. Otherwise, if Emoson or Martina were to escape, not only would Connor be finished, but Marguerite would also be dead. Knowing this, Connor immediately made a choice. He secretly sent a glance to Marguerite, telling her not to use her blood magic. He was telling her that he would soon turn the tables and that she shouldn't use her blood magic!
After comforting Marguerite, who was desperately resisting the immense pressure, Connor immediately observed Martina, who was attacking Marguerite. The combined magic artifact in Martina's hand was far more powerful than when she fought with Connor in the past. The ice element jade bracelet emitted bursts of frost every time she waved it, while the lightning element jade bracelet was accompanied by bolts of lightning every time it attacked. The two bracelets' powers complemented each other, and the defensive barrier released by Marguerite's Ring dimmed. It looked like it was about to be completely destroyed. More than eighty percent of the pressure that Marguerite was under came from Martina's combined magic artifact.
With a solemn expression, Connor made a decision. He had to get rid of Martina first. Without Martina and her powerful combined magic artifact, Emoson, who was an assassin and wasn't adept at direct confrontations, would be helpless in the formation he had set up. He would be killed by himself and Marguerite.
Since he had made a decision, and Marguerite was under siege, Connor didn't allow himself to hesitate. Therefore, he made a prompt decision and secretly took out the Silver Pendant from his spatial ring. However, just as he was about to use the Silver Pendant's amplification to lock onto Martina with his mental strength and release a mental attack on her, Connor's expression suddenly changed. He stopped what he was doing, and the magic robe he was wearing once again released a defensive barrier that protected him.
"Crack!"
As soon as the barrier formed by the black mage's robe was formed, Emoson's dagger fiercely slammed into the barrier, making a crisp sound.
Emoson didn't seem to care that his sneak attack didn't injure Connor. He withdrew his dagger without hesitation and quickly stood beside Marguerite. On the other hand, Marguerite reacted quickly and broke free from Connor's mental lock. She withdrew the combined magic artifact that was attacking Marguerite. Although Marguerite wanted to give chase, she was powerless to do so because she was suppressed too fiercely just now. She could only watch helplessly as Martina easily escaped from the battle.
"Connor, what are you doing?" Martina glared at Connor with her round eyes and gritted her teeth.
Ignoring Martina's question, Connor looked deeply at Emoson, who was standing beside Martina with a warm smile on his face. He asked, "When did you discover me?"
"Should I call you Connor Ferguson or Mr. Kane?" Emoson asked Connor with a smile. His smile clearly carried a hint of pride, and his tone carried a hint of mockery.
"Did you do something to my formation?" Seeing Emosson, who had been in such a sorry state in his formation yesterday, unable to beg for death, yet had the leisure and elegance to mock him on the formation bell today, Connor's emotions stirred. He said gloomily:
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