The cold and damp wind howled in the night sky, wandering wantonly among the streets and buildings of Beluga Harbor, taking away the last trace of warmth in the air.

A man wearing a black deerstalker hat and covering his face with a scarf stood on the roof; his hands were in his pockets, and his thick black long-sleeved windbreaker bulged like a sail in the cold wind, and his tall and thin body resembled a mast.

Same, motionless.

But if you get closer, it's not difficult to find something strange about him.

The black clothes not only blended in with the surrounding night, but also seemed to be almost translucent, as if they were just a phantom in the wind, without the slightest breath of fresh life.

Under the bright silver moon and the light reflected in the surrounding houses, there was not even a reflection around him standing on the eaves.

He silently monitored the three-story building; even though it was quite a distance away, the sounds and smells coming from there seemed not far away to him.

The situation...is not good.

very bad.

The man in black frowned... As the garrison commander, they expected that Anson Bach did not come to Wetzler's residence alone, but they never expected that there would be a spellcaster beside him?!

Judging from the intensity of the fight and the faintly felt magical reaction, the curse mage was quite powerful, even stronger than the Old God Sect he had encountered in the past.

Judging from the situation, the three of them may not have truly realized the seriousness of the problem... Their battle plan is completely based on the fact that Anson Bach himself is a gifted person (suspected to be a Knight of the Holy Grail), followed by one or two guards, and what to do

It is well prepared for large-scale military rescue operations.

Now the situation has undergone earth-shaking changes. The garrison commander who is so pious that he wants to form the "Promise Keepers Alliance" has a powerful old god sect spellcaster by his side.

This made him quite nervous, because the powerful Old God Sect rarely acted alone, and often had an organization behind them...the more "old" ones even had a family.

The battle in the restaurant is not over yet. The bloodline of the Wild Hunt Knight has been awakened. At the same time, Desk, who is best at raiding, seems to be in a tough fight. It is not surprising that a well-prepared conjurer is extremely difficult to deal with even if he is not strong enough.

The thought of retreat came to the mind of the man in black.

But if they retreat now, the entire Faithless Knights will completely turn into a group of stray dogs in the colony, and they will also lose the important bargaining chip to finally rescue their companions... Apart from fleeing into the wilderness, the man in black can't think of a second end.

Just as he was hesitating, Derek rushed out of the restaurant from the window and met Lobo who was responsible for answering him.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the thick smoke behind Derek suddenly changed into the shape of Anson Bach.

The garrison commander blocked Derek's all-out attack and shot Lobo's head off!

The calm man in black suddenly felt nervous, and his expression showed a little panic.

But before he could finish processing the huge amount of information brought in just a few seconds, another event occurred that was completely beyond his expectation.

"boom!"

Heavy gunshots rang out from the rooftop opposite, echoing around the Wetzler mansion.

The man in black suddenly raised his head and glared in a horizontal direction to his side.

"Chris?!"

The man in black blurted out his violent emotions.

This shot was fired too early... Anson Bach was still confronting Derek, and it was impossible not to notice the gunshots behind him; he could understand Chris's anger, but doing so was meaningless except exposing his firepower prematurely.

!

Sure enough, Anson Bach was clearly aware of the danger behind him and calmly dodged the lead bullets coming from behind.

But it also made the man in black determined... The intelligence was wrong, the ambush failed, the combat power was damaged, and the trump card was exposed in advance. There was no other option except retreat in advance.

Of course, even when he was emotional, he always kept his voice very soft; unless he was standing right behind him, no one could hear him.

"Li~Sha~listen~see~"

A childish and cute voice sounded from behind the man in black.

Um?!

The man in black suddenly turned back and dodged to the edge of the eaves on one side.

Chief Sheriff Lisa Bach had appeared behind him at some point, with a cute "I got you" expression on her chubby little face, and an even cuter... shotgun in her hand.

Under the cold moonlight, thunder resounded across the earth.

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"boom!"

The moment gunfire rang out from behind, Anson dodged to the right side of the restaurant window without hesitation; judging from the sound, the gunshot came from his left side, and he could use the Wild Hunt Knight (Derek) standing in the middle to create a blind spot for shooting.

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Moreover, it is also necessary to prevent the man in black who is still hiding on the second floor from suddenly jumping down from a high place and cooperating with his companions to form a three-way flank on him.

It was difficult to deal with just one Wild Hunt Knight. He was facing off against two talented people who worked well together, and he had to be wary of cold shots from a distance... Anson wasn't that confident in himself yet.

A dull explosion sounded, and a pit with a radius of ten centimeters exploded where he had just stood, causing mud and sand to splash everywhere.

He didn't see the trajectory of the lead bullet just now, and with the straight-line distance of at least 600 meters, the opponent was most likely a wind knight... Anson felt a shiver in his heart.

At the same time, Derek was already coming towards him, wielding two swords, and the sharp blades made an ear-piercing scream in the air.

"clang!"

The bayonet attached with [Sharp Wind] was able to remove the opponent's wide-open and wide-open slashes, and a long series of sparks exploded on the blade; but Derek did not give Anson any room to breathe, and the next round of slashes was already towards him.

He attacks.

The characteristics of the conjurer are that he has a strong sense of distance and unpredictable magic. As long as he is included in the casting range, he will almost inevitably fall into the opponent's preset trap.

Continuous attacks may consume a lot of physical strength, but they are one of the ways to contain the Conjurer and expose his weaknesses.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang..."

The violent storm of attacks enveloped Ansen's body without any lull, leaving him in such a state of embarrassment that he had no room to draw his gun and shoot. He had to always be wary of cold guns in the distance and the man in black ambushing above him.

Derek's physical strength seemed to be endless, and he kept using unnecessary attacks and movements to block the space Anson could move to, leaving no defense for himself at all.

His purpose is very obvious - to leave Anson with no time to worry about anything else, and to gain an excellent hunting opportunity for his companions who are firing cold shots behind him!

Finally, Anson was once again forced to the left corner, just two positions away from Derek; the Wild Hunt Knight used his body to block the space for him to dodge to the right. No matter which direction the next sword slashed from, he only had two directions.

Can hide.

Continue left, or hide through the window to enter the restaurant again.

No one can escape the cold gun from six hundred meters away!

Without hesitation, Anson retreated to the left, and the bayonet on his backhand slipped from the bayonet on his forearm, catching the dazzling fire.

Derek, who failed in one blow, gave up the pursuit this time, and even deliberately opened a distance of three bodies from Anson.

"boom--!"

Gunfire rang out.

But the sound is obviously different from just now!

Derek was startled, with a look of surprise on his face, so much so that he forgot to pursue him immediately.

Anson immediately seized this opportunity and put on the "Anonymous Glasses" on his left eye. At the same time, he swung the bayonet forward with his right hand. The [Sharp Wind] attached to the bayonet turned into almost transparent ripples and struck Derek's eyes.

Face door.

"clang!"

The note of the collision of sharp blades played in his ears. Derek, who instantly regained his senses, swung his knife and shot down the [Sharp Wind] thrown by Anson, but there was still a slight wound on his cheek.

This is essentially a variant magic of [Sharp Wind], which weakens the power and turns the magic into a throwable weapon. It also cleverly uses the characteristics of "wind" to still cause some area damage even if it is blocked.

And because the two are very similar - the simplest little magic is almost the same - you don't even need to prepare it again, just "clear the inventory".

Anson didn't stop slashing as soon as he remembered his move, and kept throwing out more ripples, as if trying to distance himself from Derek.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Derek continued to defeat the oncoming ripples, and the remaining injuries left small blood marks on his cheeks, neck, and jaw.

These injuries were very slight, but they were not completely fatal. He could clearly feel that Anson's attacks had been aimed at his throat and eyes.

But that's not the most dangerous thing... He suddenly found that he couldn't catch Anson's actions.

It's like he suddenly has no sense of existence. As long as he is in a trance, blinks, or loses consciousness... the other party will "disappear" from his field of vision!

Derek, who was nervous, kept closing the distance between him and Anson. He was frightened and felt a little bored in his heart. After going on for nearly several minutes, the storm-like offensive finally became a little messy.

However, this did not affect his almost unstoppable offensive. [Sharp Wind] and the anonymous glasses only gave Anson less than a minute of breathing time.

Of course, Anson's goal has been achieved.

In a panic, Derek seemed completely unaware that his back was to the restaurant window, and that he was at least thirty meters away from the three-story building.

No matter whether the man in black hiding on the second floor is a genius or a spellcaster, or what kind of abilities he has, the distance is limited just right. He cannot immediately cooperate with Derek to form a double-team offensive, and it is difficult to avoid damage with long-range skills.

companion.

Constantly blocking the blades that tried to get closer, and keeping the opponent at a distance of two to one and a half body lengths, Ansen quietly waited for some perfect opportunity.

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how so?
To be continued...