How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 52 Insect Swarm Breeding

The man in the wooden house slowly turned around; it was none other than the necromancer Flynn.

He wore a faded gray robe and held a black enchanted staff in his hand.

The top of the cane was broken off in half, and it looked very worn.

He even had a gentle smile on his face, looking calmly at Kane.

It was as if the two were just friends who had been separated for a long time, rather than mortal enemies.

This was the first time the two had met face to face.

But in reality, they had already dealt with each other several times.

the first time.

Kane led three soldiers into the underground passage to investigate clues, but Flynn ambushed them with a secondary animated corpse, killing one of the soldiers.

the second time.

The scout team re-entered the passage and fell into Flynn's trap, suffering heavy casualties.

the third time.

The watchmen were assassinated, and there was a massacre of the Rathill civilians.

……

Kane looked at Flynn's gentle smile.

The image of the deceased mentor of the demon cult involuntarily came to mind.

He composed himself, suppressed his emotions, and said in a deep voice:

Why?

He already had the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to hear the mastermind behind the scenes reveal his plans.

Flynn looked at Kane, his smile unchanged, and asked in return:

"Why? It's because of you, of course, you dead apostle of the Night's Watch, or rather... the Blade of Vengeance."

He spread his arms, and the gentle smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an exaggerated and distorted expression.

Kane remained calm.

His identity as "The Blade of Vengeance" was hardly a secret; many within the Night's Watch knew it.

For example, Hans, and those who had interrogated him before.

It's not surprising that Flynn was able to find out the addresses of many Night's Watch members and know his true identity.

Flynn smiled again, his tone dripping with sarcasm:

"If you hadn't meddled and exposed everything, none of this tragedy would have happened."

Kane remained expressionless, simply raising the scimitar in his hand slowly.

The cold rainwater slid down the blade, splashing tiny droplets on the ground.

Seeing his appearance, Flynn suddenly burst into laughter, a manic and shrill laugh:

"That's right, that's the expression! You're actually the same kind of person as us, aren't you!"

"As expected, your so-called justice was all a lie!"

"Otherwise, why would you surrender and join the Night's Watch instead of directly investigating the real buyers?"

His laughter grew increasingly manic, his eyes fixed on Kane with a strange look, and he suddenly spoke:

"Father, Mother, kill him!"

Kane took a half step back, and at the same time, he swung his scimitar sharply, the blade whistling as it slammed heavily behind him.

In the rain, the figure of a canine demon suddenly appeared, was violently smashed away by the scimitar, and let out a painful roar.

Almost simultaneously, another demonic claw attacked Kane from the other side, aiming straight for his back.

Kane instantly accelerated his blood flow and abruptly lowered his head.

With his left hand, he drew the dagger and thrust it back, precisely piercing the demon's eye.

Black, foul blood gushed out instantly, and the demon let out a shrill scream as its figure emerged from its stealth state.

The two injured Quassa demons collapsed to the ground, their invisibility completely broken.

Kane frowned, looked at Flynn, and said in a deep voice:

"Were you able to advance from apprentice to full-fledged mage because you were also a participant in the Stigmata Ritual?"

He paused, then continued his analysis:

"You've also turned your parents into demons."

Kane recalled the information he had previously received about Flynn, and his suspicions became clearer.

After hearing this, Flynn paused for a moment, then smiled again.

He slowly pulled up a corner of his robe, revealing his right arm.

Kane's pupils suddenly contracted.

That arm was no longer a human arm at all.

It was covered with dense, monkey-like black hair, making it look bizarre and disgusting.

Seeing Kane's shocked expression, Flynn laughed smugly:

"As expected, you were in the know. And you also knew about the Stigmata Ritual..."

"So, you're the person they're looking for!"

He looked at Kane, his smile growing increasingly sinister:

"No wonder, now everything makes sense."

"We are both children of the devil, but you are far more evil than I am!"

"I have merely transformed my parents, who were disappointed that I could not become a mage, into a higher form of life."

"But what about you? You murdered your own family, betrayed your mentor, and used the poor, the underworld, and the Night's Watch as pawns in your game."

"The Blade of Vengeance? Hahaha... What a joke!"

Flynn laughed maniacally, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace.

He suddenly raised his head, staring fiercely at Kane.

The two injured Quassa demons beside him slowly got up and stood next to him again, staring at Kane with malice.

Kane did not stop them.

He had killed countless Quassamon of this caliber in the Land of Souls and didn't consider them a threat at all.

In this vast rain, Quassamo's invisibility was utterly useless to him.

He looked up at Flynn, who was still laughing uncontrollably, and said calmly:

"Finished laughing?"

Flynn's laughter stopped abruptly.

Kane continued:

"Now that you've finished speaking, you can set off on your journey."

Before he finished speaking, his body had already shot forward.

The scimitar in his hand whistled through the air as it slashed straight at Flynn.

Flynn instinctively stepped back and whispered:

"The Wedge of the Soul!"

An invisible energy cone suddenly pierced towards Kane's mind.

Kane's expression faltered slightly, and his eyes became unfocused.

The injured Quassamon seized the opportunity and pounced from the side.

It brandished its sharp claws, its eyes were cruel, and it made a strange "clucking" laugh.

But the next second, Kane's eyes instantly regained their clarity.

His scimitar precisely parried the claws of the Quassamon.

At the same time, the dagger in his left hand was thrust forward sharply and twisted forcefully.

The Quassa demon immediately let out a shrill scream and collapsed limply.

The black, foul-smelling blood flowed out, but was quickly washed away by the rain, and the body completely died.

The mocking expression on the other Quassamon's face instantly froze.

Kane seized the opportunity to accelerate his blood flow, turning into a blur.

He charged toward the Quassa demon, intending to behead it.

Just then, Flynn's voice rang out again:

"Insect swarms are multiplying!"

Kane stopped abruptly and looked down.

Suddenly, a swarm of fleas and flying insects emerged from the mud on the ground and rushed towards him.

Kane's expression remained unchanged, but a thought flashed through his mind.

He used his water manipulation technique to create a transparent water film in front of him, trapping the swarming insects inside and drowning them.

But Flynn had already used this opportunity to create distance and quickly escaped back into the cabin.

The surviving Quassambhava also disappeared once more.

However, Kane's precise perception of the rain still allowed him to pinpoint its location perfectly.

"It's meaningless."

Kane's tone was indifferent.

He didn't rush to pursue, but slowly walked towards the cabin, intending to capture Flynn and interrogate him first.

The abilities of necromancers are largely tied to the number and quality of the corpses they control.

Given Flynn's current strength, aside from the zero-level trick he just used, he probably doesn't know many first-level spells.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have only used the secondary activated corpse in the passage last time.

This means that he can only control the corpse of one humanoid creature at most.

Seeing that there was still no movement inside the cabin, Kane frowned slightly:

"Could he be hiding the corpse of a heavily armored goblin, waiting to use it against me?"

He muttered to himself, cautiously slowing his pace.

The wooden house blocked the rainwater from seeping in, so he couldn't sense the specific situation inside and had to be careful.

Kane walked slowly to the door of the cabin, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open abruptly.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the flimsy wooden door shattered into pieces.

A warrior dressed in full, exquisite armor and wearing a helmet swung his two-handed sword down.

Kane reacted quickly, taking half a step back.

At the same time, he used his right hand to accelerate his blood flow, gripped the curved blade tightly, and parried the attack.

"when--!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed through the rainy night, and the raindrops were splashed everywhere by the violent impact.

Kane felt a tremendous force coming from the hilt of the scimitar.

A sudden numbness ran through my arm, and the curved knife in my hand was almost knocked away.

Since he was able to use blood to accelerate his power increase, this feeling of being suppressed has rarely occurred.

"Is this a second-tier professional warrior?"

Kane was startled and took a few steps back, barely managing to dissipate the immense force on his arm.

While keeping a wary eye on the armored warrior, he pulled out a spike with his left hand and stabbed backward.

The dagger pierced precisely into the throat of the approaching Quassa demon, killing it instantly before it could even scream.

The armored warrior was completely unaffected and began wielding his two-handed sword once more!