Chapter 93: The Power of the Husky!

"Kneel! Ants!"

This roar filled with unknown majesty simultaneously reached the ears of Bart and Taylan.

Both sides stopped fighting and turned to look.

When they saw that the two professional martial artists had been shouted to their knees, clutching their heads in madness, by an apprentice, Taylan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his face filled with shock.

Bart, on the other hand, felt his heart leap into his throat, fearing that that one would directly descend here out of true anger.

"This ability… is no longer something a normal mystic can achieve." A storm raged in Taylan's heart, feeling that his mystical knowledge of many years had been overturned.

Cough, cough, cough…

At this moment, Silas's cough reached them, snapping them out of their shock.

Taylan's face was extremely gloomy. "As Grimman said, this fellow is very strange. It looks like his spiritual energy is exhausted now. We can't let him catch his breath!"

Hearing this, Taylan immediately gave a look to the professional swordsman, professional fanatic, and professional assassin beside him.

The three immediately understood, and their strong bodies quickly rushed towards Silas.

Bart waved his staff forward, intending to stop them.

Bang, bang, two gunshots rang out, breaking through his spiritual energy shield and interrupting his spellcasting.

Bart's face turned completely gloomy. Two streams of green fire suddenly burned in his eyes, and a small amount of green patterns appeared on his skin. "Your shamelessness has destroyed my last shred of patience for you!"

Mystics actually using pistols in battle? This was a behavior detested and disdained by countless mystics.

As mystics who possessed superiority, they had always preserved some ancient traditions while keeping pace with the times, which was the system and restraint of mystics.

Not using pistols in mystical duels was a key point in the system.

At this moment, it was as if two people were doing mental math problems when one suddenly pulled out a calculator in violation of the rules.

This unscrupulous, tradition-breaking behavior completely enraged Bart.

Here, Silas coughed twice, took a deep breath to calm his breathing, and with a flick of his hand, the staff instantly transformed into a silver longsword.

With a lift and a slash of his hand, the sharp blade easily severed the cervical vertebrae within the flesh.

The head and body separated, and blood splattered.

Silas didn't feel much at this moment, as if he had killed not a person, but merely an insect.

Just as he was preparing to execute the other two, he suddenly felt a gust of wind.

He abruptly turned his head and saw that three agile mystics had already rushed to within five meters of him.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Silas clenched his staff and said, "Lupo, let's go!"

The reason Silas hadn't let Lupo act against the three just now was because he feared something like this would suddenly happen.

If he exposed all his cards while already at a disadvantage, the battle was bound to be very difficult.

Hearing Silas's words, the Husky instantly tensed, the shiny fur all over its body gradually fluffing up, as if blown by a hairdryer.

At this time, the three rushed over from directly in front, their weapons aimed directly at Silas's body.

Silas's body was not in good condition now. Facing the attacks of three people, he didn't care about any strategy at all.

As the three approached, the longsword in his hand abruptly whipped forward.

Whoosh!

The ordinary longsword instantly turned into a sinister chain-sword more than two meters long, sweeping towards the three with a whistling sound.

The three were initially shocked to see this, but having experienced many battles, they very calmly dodged this clumsy attack from Silas from three directions, and in the next breath, they were before Silas.

In the dim moonlight, Silas saw three mouths with pale teeth open wide. Behind those mouths were ferocious, ghost-like faces, as if wanting to devour him.

"I hope your weapons aim for my heart," Silas thought. He suddenly turned his body and ran.

His spiritual energy was almost exhausted, and his physical skills and fighting techniques were like those of a child in front of these three.

He could only hope to stall the attacks of the three, taking the opportunity to let the Husky kill these three.

While Silas ran shamelessly, the Husky opened its mouth, and its body instantly rushed out.

The first to be struck was the swordsman rushing in front.

Faced with the suddenly pouncing big dog, the swordsman didn't care at first. He first gestured for his companions to chase after Silas. Then, he stopped his body, and the longsword in his hand stabbed directly at the Husky's belly, wanting to kill it directly.

Just as he was waiting for the Husky to crash into his sword tip,

Suddenly, he felt a biting cold wind blow in front of him.

"What?" In the blink of an eye, the swordsman was surprised to find that the Husky had disappeared.

"Careful behind you!" Taylan roared from afar.

The swordsman hurriedly turned his head and saw the last sight in his life: a ferocious, large mouth.

Blood splattered. The Husky's front paws grabbed the swordsman's shoulders, directly crushing his neck from behind.

Ugh, ugh…

The swordsman covered his neck with both hands and fell to the ground, his body constantly convulsing, but without any ability to act, he quickly died.

The Husky didn't pause at all. It leaped down and turned its head, just in time to see Silas, who was fleeing in front, being stabbed in the back of the heart by an assassin's dagger.

"Ah! I'm dead!" After being stabbed, Silas shouted and collapsed on the ground, motionless.

Awooooooooo!!!

A piercing wolf howl echoed in the night sky.

The Husky's limbs rapidly ran. In the process of running, the fur all over its body turned into a biting cold wind.

The distance of thirty meters was reached almost in the blink of an eye.

The body, transformed into a cold wind, circled around the assassin. While the assassin was dazzled, he found himself surrounded by a terrifying cold wind.

"Don't…" Feeling his body temperature plummeting, the assassin hadn't finished speaking when he was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

The last remaining fanatic, at this moment, holding a club, still didn't intend to spare Silas's stabbed corpse. He raised the club to smash Silas's head.

The Husky on this side seemed to have exhausted its energy. The icy blue flames in its eyes gradually dissipated, and its running speed was no different from that of an ordinary dog.

Swish!

An icy spear appeared from the darkness and directly pierced the fanatic's neck.

Adeline, putting down her hand, quickly ran over and shouted, "Silas! Silas! Are you alright?"

"So painful…" Silas, feigning death on the ground, slowly sat up.

"Huh!?" Adeline's body instantly froze mid-motion.

Under Adeline's wide-eyed gaze of shock, Silas casually pulled out the dagger that had been stabbed into the back of his heart and sighed. "Fortunately, my heart is relatively sturdy."

The Husky, at this moment, hopped over, nuzzling Silas in his arms, wanting to take credit.

Silas patted its head and said with a smile, "When I have money in the future, I'll feed you beef every day!"

At the mention of beef, the Husky's eyes instantly lit up, and it nuzzled even more enthusiastically.

Standing to the side, Adeline looked at the ice sculpture here, the corpse with a bitten throat in the distance, the corpse with a severed head, and the two lunatics kneeling on the ground and crying, her mind somewhat unable to process it.

Turning her head and looking at Silas, who was holding the Husky and smiling, Adeline abruptly realized that her understanding of the world was too one-sided.

"Alas! I'm still too young!" A certain 92-year-old woman sighed shamelessly in a low voice.