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Chapter 295: Charlot Borrows a Sword
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 16:05:01 +0000 UTCCharlot mustered all his strength and shouted, "Ha, good thing it’s not a transcendent weapon, or I'd be dead for sure!"
Sabastine, momentarily stunned, hurriedly reminded him in a hushed voice, "Don’t shout so loudly! Herolf the Golden Ram might hear us."
Charlot didn’t respond, his gaze fixated intently on Saint Michael City.
After a moment, just as disappointment crept onto his face, a rapier streaked through the air toward him.
The sword's intent surged like a raging sea, locking firmly onto Charlot.
Faced with such a ferocious strike, Charlot showed no fear. Instead, he whistled excitedly, wrapped an arm around Sabastine, and opened the Mirror Gate.
The rapier was lightning-fast but still a fraction too slow. Charlot slipped away with ease, leaving the weapon to shoot past his previous position and vanish into the distance.
Tumisan, the old leopard-man, let out a long howl and dashed forward, displaying incredible agility. Just as the rapier was about to plunge into the sea, Tumisan reached out and snatched its hilt.
This wasn’t just any transcendent rapier—it was a high-grade magical weapon. Its blade shimmered like the blue depths of the ocean, encircled by swirling magical elements. Truly a rare masterpiece.
Meanwhile, Charlot and Sabastine stepped quietly out of another mirror. Sabastine quickly caught on, and with a magician’s flourish, produced a magical pistol. She fired several shots at Herolf the Golden Ram, who had risen into the air.
By Saint rank, anti-magic armor-piercing rounds no longer packed enough punch. Sabastine now used energy bullets, each with the power of her full strength, though they were exhausting to produce. Compressing even one bullet required a full day of focus, and she could only manage twenty or thirty per year. These bullets were precious treasures she rarely used.
But this time, Sabastine fired at least seven or eight shots—nearly five or six months’ worth of effort—all directed at Herolf.
As she fired, Sabastine conjured a rapier in her hand and launched herself into the air, aiming straight for Herolf the Golden Ram.
Herolf, enraged, hurled his personal weapon and suddenly realized he had fallen into Charlot’s trap. The crafty youth had outwitted him.
Regret consumed Herolf as he recalled the weapon he had just thrown—his personal armament for decades, a renowned transcendent weapon of the Seven Seas.
Unfortunately, Herolf didn’t possess Bloodflame Aura and couldn’t recall the weapon.
While Herolf hesitated about whether to retrieve his weapon, Sabastine’s bullets struck him multiple times. Though he managed to shield himself with combat energy, each of these Saint-ranked attacks inflicted considerable damage.
This time, Herolf’s fury wasn’t feigned—Sabastine’s magical pistol had dealt him serious internal injuries.
When Sabastine attacked with her rapier, Herolf mustered his combat energy, turbulent as the sea, and extended a single finger to counter the incoming blade. He successfully repelled the female pirate but exacerbated his own injuries, coughing up another mouthful of blood.
Forced to retreat, Herolf transformed into countless streams of water, scattering in all directions.
Sabastine, fully aware of Herolf’s formidable strength—both as a combat energy master and a rare practitioner of marine magic—didn’t pursue. Instead, she grabbed Charlot and soared skyward.
Herolf, suppressing his injuries, gave chase. The faint image of Saint Michael City’s Holy Spirit began to manifest as he vowed not to let this pair of troublemakers escape—especially Charlot.
Charlot tried activating the Mirror Gate again but was horrified to find it unresponsive. He glanced skyward, unsure if the Holy Spirit’s power or some secret technique of Herolf’s was blocking it. All he could do was pray Sabastine was fast enough.
However, Sabastine, a pirate by trade, couldn’t match the speed of Tumisan, who was an assassin. Though they stayed ahead of Herolf, they couldn’t shake him off. The two sides exchanged bursts of energy mid-flight, their skirmish slowing Sabastine further.
Charlot abandoned thoughts of using the Red Viper. Though he had retrieved his equipment upon returning to Cappadocia, including a fingerless glove that served as a magical holster with dozens of anti-magic armor-piercing rounds, these tools were useless against someone like Herolf. Drawing a deep breath, he shouted, "Senior! Now’s your chance—attack from behind!"
Herolf, though he sensed no danger, couldn’t resist glancing back. Sabastine chuckled and used the opportunity to surge ahead, finally breaking free of Herolf’s pursuit. By the time Herolf resumed the chase, it was too late—Menielman, Tumisan, and High Priest Auguslatin had arrived to intercept.
When Herolf saw Tumisan holding the gleaming blue magical rapier, his composure crumbled. Roaring furiously, he lunged at the old leopard-man.
Tumisan, relying on unparalleled agility, evaded Herolf’s attacks while wielding the newly acquired rapier. The two clashed for seven or eight exchanges before Tumisan, seeing the Holy Spirit fully materialize, retreated from its range of influence.
Herolf dared not pursue beyond the boundaries of Saint Michael City, left seething in futile rage. His roars echoed like those of a deep-sea leviathan, chilling to the core.
Now safe, Charlot shouted, "Herolf the Golden Ram! Come fight me!"
"If you don’t, you’re a cowardly mutt!"
Extending his hand, he glanced at Tumisan, who hesitated briefly before reluctantly handing over the rapier. Charlot held the blade aloft and waved it tauntingly. "Your rapier is in my hands! Want it back?"
"Come and get it!"
Herolf, unable to contain himself, spat blood in fury. Clutching his chest to stabilize his worsening injuries, he stormed back to Saint Michael Island.
Charlot continued hurling provocations to no avail. Finally, noticing the strange looks on the faces of Menielman, Tumisan, Sabastine, and Auguslatin, he scratched his head and muttered, "I told you, I’m no good at taunting."
"Besides, now that Herolf’s prepared, this trick won’t work anymore."
High Priest Auguslatin remarked, "I’ve never seen someone insult their way to acquiring a high-grade magical rapier. This is a first."
Tumisan, the old leopard-man, couldn’t help but ask, "Will you sell the rapier?"
Charlot raised the weapon and replied, "Let me see if I can use it."
Though Charlot possessed many transcendent weapons, high-grade ones were rare. Apart from the Red Viper, he typically wielded the Blood Rose. Occasionally, he used the Unicorn Griffon, but he wasn’t keen on replacing his favored gear.
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