CHAPTER 504: CHAPTER 458 TRUE SNIPER MUSKETEER?_2

On the other side, even though Aiven was mostly focused on Olivia, he had already finished his own battle without even having to use his Tier 3 powers.

Ignoring the ordinary aboriginal soldiers, he looked at the Senior Knight on the ground who had been pierced in the abdomen by a spear and almost gutted by a scimitar.

’The name that Kelson shouted seems to be Dickens. A Senior Knight? Grandpa Kelson must love him very much.’

Lost in thought, white fibers already began to spread from Aiven’s sleeve.

Like they had a mind of their own, they crawled onto the knight’s body, entering his corporeal form from the bloody wounds, stitching the ragged flesh and damaged organs together like a seam.

Every stitch was precise and neat, almost an OCD’s dream.

Although temporarily out of combat, with the strong recovery ability of a Senior Knight, these injuries would be completely healed in at most ten days to two weeks. As the wounds healed, these harmless fibers would be metabolized and absorbed by the body.

"Phew... Thank... Thank you, General!"

Lying there, Dickens knew his life had been saved. Even though his voice was hoarse and intermittent, he still struggled to thank Aiven, who was dressed in a general’s uniform.

"No need to thank, hmm?"

Aiven suddenly turned around.

Just as he thought the opposing extraordinaries had been completely wiped out and the battle reversed entirely, he suddenly felt a strong surge of witchcraft emanating from one of the warships.

Storm clouds gathered.

At this moment.

Inside the cabin of the Hilus-style warship, an indigenous woman with dark skin wrapped in a white turban and wearing a white garment, with white bandages around her arms, suddenly opened a pair of pitch-black eyes with almost no whites.

In front of her, on a black iron altar, a Voodoo Doll darker than iron silently sat up.

It lifted its head, its eyes made of red buttons flashed with dense Extraordinary Spiritual Light, as if it truly had a pair of eyes that could penetrate the deck and see the foggy sky outside.

It raised its two hands made of black cloth upwards.

Woo woo woo——

A sudden gust of wind arose, as if fiercely pushed by a giant from behind, the two warships that the aboriginals boarded immediately broke away from the "Evergreen Ivy" and quickly sailed forward.

The thick fog subsequently dispersed completely.

This aboriginal wizard was indeed a member of the Voodoo Sect who had remained hidden in the cabin.

Moreover, with a decisive character abandoning the soldiers still fighting on the Level 5 Battleship.

And seeing flowers, dew, crystals, diamonds and other sacrificial offerings on the iron altar, this wizard worshiped "Sibby," one of the incarnations of the Great Lord, the "Elf of Rivers and Springs," whose power gained strong amplification on the seas.

However.

Losing concubines of four Kings was clearly hard to explain upon returning, even a revered wizard would face reprimands.

cons——

On the iron altar, another black Voodoo Doll subsequently sat up, its eyes as dark as coal slightly lit up, staring through the ship’s deck at Aiven on the "Evergreen Ivy" who noticed something wrong from afar.

It was precisely him who casually killed the King’s concubines!

The lips of the black female sorcerer writhed like a snake, and immediately gusts of eerie wind blew through the cabin while countless tiny voices whispered with her:

"...

I wish you fall into a smoking cauldron;

I wish a black snake would bite your heel;

Kneeling to be stung by a wasp;

At night bitten by bedbugs;

Everything goes wrong, nothing goes right!"

Held in her hand a sharp long needle, slowly pierced into the chest of this black-eyed Voodoo Doll.

At the moment a strange wind arose, blowing away the two ships.

Aiven was already aware a magic caster had made a move and hesitated whether to chase alone ahead or wait for the "May Wind" to arrive before taking action.

Suddenly felt his mind slightly dim and his chest pricked with sharp pains.

Instantly realizing what was happening.

Aiven immediately sank his senses into his own spiritual space supported by the "Life Tree," seeing a little imp wielding a steel fork, thin as paper and as dark as shadows, follow an inexplicable link descending from infinitely far into his spiritual world.

Somewhat weak spiritual forewarnings reminded of the hostility.

This turned out to be a curse technique from Voodoo!

At this point, Aiven’s heart felt not a shred of panic, but rather found it rather absurd.

A Tier 2 wizard dared to curse a Tier 3 Extraordinary, and moreover, someone who specialized in using the forceful power of thunder and lightning.

Upon achieving the status of [Branded Swordsman], the body became the Divine Hall and the soul the deity it housed, self-sufficient without external Divine Power. Thunder could be used outwardly, and of course used internally, without any weaknesses or vulnerabilities like a Totem Warrior.

Although unable to sever curses like a Great Knight, the effect was similarly negligible.

"Ignorant fool, hmph!"

A cold humph.

From the Life Tree supporting this spiritual world in his mind erupted green electrical sparks, then a thunderous bolt exploded.

It resounded through the entire spiritual world, then transmitted far away, impacting the black little imp head-on.

Poof—

In the cabin afar, the Voodoo Doll emitted sparks and instantly caught fire, while the female aboriginal wizard’s eyes widened suddenly, her pitch-black pupils seemed to flicker with thunder.

Then.

Fell straight forward onto the iron altar, never to make a sound again.

On the "Evergreen Ivy," Aiven smiled mockingly.

Concealing the life magnetic field so well lowered the enemy’s vigilance, but it’s not all good, easy to be underestimated, even riffraff dared to make a play.

Looking at the two warships that in a blink sailed 500 meters away, aided by the sea wind accelerating gradually, Aiven drew his "Thorned Gold Rose," aiming at the ship sensed with the wizard.

Thoughts flowed with the data on wind force, wind speed, wave height... and so on.

Pulling the trigger, three bright red gunshots blasted forth, directly breaking its main mast, instantly reducing speed with no more chance to flee.

Was about to apply the same method to halt the other warship.

A hand suddenly rested on the stock of the "Thorned Gold Rose."

If anyone dared touch the General’s big gun, they’d be unrecognizable after getting beaten, but...

Paused for a second, Aiven’s face already bore a smile, passing this precious "Alchemy Firearm" into the other’s hands:

"Please! Please!"

The "Little Fatty" seemingly still that gun-loving person from the moment he boarded, but the treatment compared to the past was completely different.

Unexpectedly, Olivia lifted the gun without even needing to aim, like an instinct.

[Thorned Gold Rose·Strong Strike Mode]

After one shot, the main mast of the second ship fell with a crash.

"Work complete."

Olivia clapped her hands, yet did not return the gun, coolly carried it on her back, leaping onto the approaching "May Wind."

Leaving Aiven to look at his empty palm, then at Olivia’s retreating figure, mutter disbeliefedly:

"True Sniper Musketeer?!"