CHAPTER 1859: CHAPTER 1852: REPEATED WARNINGS

"Are you deliberately looking for trouble?" Luo’er said with a wry smile, "I don’t have the Princess here, nor do I intend to go back with you."

"Master, don’t force us to take action. As long as you can bring the Princess back, everything is negotiable." The officer issued a threatening tone.

"Let me advise you once again, you still have time to leave now. You can’t take anything from me, and when the God of Plague arrives, don’t expect any of you to return. I’m trying to save your lives, don’t be ungrateful."

"So, you’re saying the Master doesn’t intend to go with us?"

"Go back, this is the second warning, don’t blame me for not reminding you. I’m not one who enjoys killing indiscriminately."

Luo’er waved his hand, showing an indifferent expression.

Upon hearing this, the officer stopped speaking, took a step back, and coldly commanded, "Attack!"

"Really, there’s no choice."

Luo’er sighed softly, then extended his hand, casually drawing an arc in front of him with his fingers.

Soon after, the magic in the air began to fluctuate violently. This was the fluctuation caused by Fulajie’er rapidly gathering magic. The intensity of the fluctuation was so great that even these Dongsheng officers, who had never been exposed to magic power sensing, could clearly feel it.

The cavalry charging forward instantly collided with an invisible barrier, resulting in people and horses falling in disarray, the neighing of horses and the cries of people resounding incessantly.

Based on the intensity of the magical fluctuations, Tangmo could determine that this was at least the strength of Forbidden Curse magic, yet Fulajie’er merely used it to conjure an invisible barrier.

It goes without saying, once their bodies are no longer a burden, these demigods can unleash the full extent of magical power.

"This, this is..."

The officer widened his eyes, displaying a look of horror.

Even though they all knew the Master’s strength was unfathomable, it was the first time they so directly felt the oppressive power. With just a gentle lift of his hand, hundreds of cavalry were halted; if he went all out, how terrifying would that scene be?

Facing the terrified gazes, Luo’er remained composed, raised his index finger, and said sternly, "This is the last warning. I’ve already extended the greatest goodwill of modern civilization. If you remain obstinate, let me show you the cruelty of modern civilization."

The officer gathered his thoughts, forced calmness, and said resolutely, "His Majesty orders us to bring the Master back to the capital, an order from the king cannot be disobeyed. Please, Master, cooperate."

"I don’t want to cooperate. Your Wu Family for personal gain almost overturned the entire Empire. Such a king has no right to give me any orders, and I am not your retainer either."

"Then there’s no choice, in that case, I’ll have to forcefully bring the Master back."

The officer gritted his teeth, issuing another command to attack.

"Unreasonably, do you genuinely believe I won’t make a lethal move?"

Luo’er’s expression gradually turned cold.

The surrounding cavalry launched another assault, dismounting and striking the barrier with shoulders or hacking and stabbing with swords and spears.

However they struggled, they couldn’t breach this layer of barrier. After all, this was a barrier conjured with the power of Forbidden Curse magic by Fulajie’er, hardly something that could be easily penetrated.

In truth, for Fulajie’er, attacking is easier than defending. Because in the Magic World, for demigods, killing is all too easy.

However, Luo’er didn’t agree to let her hands be stained with blood, so he merely required her to defend on the spot, forbidding attacks.

Realizing they couldn’t advance, the cavalry started using various weapons. Some retreated and unleashed fire arrows at the barrier.

Yet these burning arrows neither pierced the barrier nor were repelled by it, instead, they were blocked mid-air by the barrier. The flames from the hollow arrowheads slowly burnt down the entire arrow shafts, illuminating the surroundings like a full moon.

This was actually one of Fulajie’er’s little hobbies, something she enjoyed doing for a long time.

The outer shell of the physical Defense Shield is hard; not only would arrows be bounced off, even bullets would be deflected without exceptions.

But the strength of this outer shell can actually be controlled. As long as the caster has enough confidence in their magic, they can control the flexibility of the barrier’s outer shell, capturing incoming arrows or even bullets.

Being a demigod, Fulajie’er had absolute confidence in herself, so during her time on the Western Continent, she had done this more than once.

Luo’er looked up at the burning arrows above him and couldn’t help but give a wry smile, shaking his head.

"Hurry and leave, or people will really die soon." Luo’er advised as he looked at the officer again.

"Without taking the Master back, it’s hard for us to explain to His Majesty!" The officer’s face looked grim, yet he stubbornly gritted his teeth.

"Go tell your Majesty that I am unwilling to go back with you and that you cannot defeat me, wouldn’t that work?" Luo’er said with open hands.

"What about our reputation?"

"Is face more important, or is life more important, think it over. Your time is running out."

Just as Luo’er finished speaking, he caught sight of a mysterious light emerging from the shadows of the forest, and couldn’t help but sigh and silently closed his eyes.

In an instant, that light vanished, as if it had never appeared. But immediately, terrified screams echoed from the archers on the perimeter.

Everyone turned to look, horrified to find that the archers were burning from the inside out. Not only them but even their horses were beginning to ignite.

The archers were like candles, one by one being lit and burned, having no chance to resist. Their horses fell with loud crashes almost as soon as they began burning, too fast for even a neigh of agony.

The scene Luo’er hoped to avoid had appeared, the mysterious light was the ruthless demigod Liseya.

If Fulajie’er was concerned about killing, Liseya could kill as simply as eating, without any psychological burden.

Luo’er’s concerns were about preventing escalation; these people were merely executing orders, there was no necessity for conflict.

Yet, he knew he couldn’t control Liseya; this demigod didn’t belong to him but obeyed only Cheng Ziang. The fate of these pursuers largely depended on Cheng Ziang’s attitude.

The unexpected assault threw the cavalry into disarray and paused their attack momentum, causing them to panic and scatter in all directions. Archers tossing aside bows and quivers in an attempt to evade their doom.

Surprisingly, Liseya’s assault seemed restrained. Only a dozen archers were burnt to death by her. The remaining archers avoided their fiery fate after discarding their bows, probably following Cheng Ziang’s instructions.

Otherwise, with Liseya’s bloodthirsty nature, she would not rest unless all these pursuing cavalry were incinerated.

"Quickly leave," Luo’er raised his voice, "you are no match for me, and I don’t wish to kill again. Let us part here, do not bother me anymore, you cannot handle a Nascent Soul."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Master, for sparing us."

The officer, formerly so obstinate, finally lost the courage to continue attacking. Hearing Luo’er’s words, he heaved a sigh of relief, calming his restless horse, and commanded the cavalry to retreat completely, returning the way they came.

As the officer led, the cavalry retreated like a tide, leaving only a dozen burning people and horses’ corpses, emitting the unpleasant smell of burning protein.

Luo’er felt helpless about this, although they roamed the world for over a decade, they still thought burning people alive was too cruel.

Although Cheng Ziang could command Liseya to attack, he couldn’t decide the means Liseya used. Hence, how Liseya treated her opponents was entirely up to her will.

After the cavalry withdrew, only then did Cheng Ziang and others emerged, arriving late. Their steps were heavy, silent, and Cheng Ziang bore someone in his arms with a solemn expression.