Chapter 593: 489 So you do get scared, huh?
In the disheveled and messy room, dark Magic Power splattered about, causing the transparent barriers surrounding the area to faintly reemerge.
It was the magic array set up by Tristan.
To make a move against Reiger, this brutal Elf Knight had entered the room beforehand through "Mirror Merge" before Reiger returned, setting up the magic array to isolate the room.
Her original intent was to prevent Reiger from escaping and to stop others from noticing the disturbance here and suddenly interfering.
But now, this layer of magical array had become a protective umbrella that shielded Reiger from all attack aftermaths, turning the Elf Knight, who was targeting Reiger, into prey without anyone to rescue her.
"You bastard...!"
The voluptuous girl, engulfed by dark Magic Power, jumped out, shouting, unscathed.
Clearly, like other fairies, this Elf Knight also had a high resistance to both magic and magic spells.
Her own magic had been rebounded by Reiger, which infuriated Tristan. With a flick of her delicate hand, she launched several sharp slashes.
The Elf Knight’s slender fingers grew sharp and long nails, like the claws of an evil spirit, slashing at Reiger.
"[Radiant Golden Red Body]."
Reiger immediately activated his most effective defense spell, ignoring the slashes that continued to land on him.
"[Triple Enhancement·Obsidian Sword]."
Following that, Reiger cast another spell, causing his surroundings to flicker with Magic Power light.
Within the Magic Power light, several short swords gleaming with black light appeared.
The surface of the short swords was rough as if made of stone, floating around Reiger.
Then, as if the obsidian short swords had a will of their own, they suddenly swooped out, attacking in Tristan’s direction.
"Get out of the way!"
Tristan waved her slender hand, her sharp nails immediately cleaving with a cold light toward the three incoming Obsidian short swords.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
The three Obsidian short swords were instantly deflected by Tristan’s claws, causing sparks to erupt.
But the deflected Obsidian short swords stopped mid-air and swooped again towards Tristan.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...
Tristan continuously deflected the incoming Obsidian short swords, creating a symphony of metallic clashing sounds that echoed in the room, accompanied by bursts of sparklers that continuously erupted around her, creating a somewhat pleasing spectacle.
Although the three Obsidian short swords were constantly being deflected by Tristan, each time they were deflected, they would instantly adjust their trajectory and continue their assault on Tristan, as if held by invisible swordsmen, relentlessly chopping at her, persistently and fluidly.
"What kind of magic is this...!?"
As Tristan grew weary of the three Obsidian short swords, she was about to unleash her harp to destroy them when Beryl, who could not move aside, spoke up.
"Attack the caster...!"
A man as dangerous as a wolf seemed to be struggling against the power that bound him, his forehead vein bulging as he strained, while he painfully reminded Tristan.
It was then Tristan realized and ignored those Obsidian shortswords, darting towards Reiger.
In situations where slashing didn’t work, be it plucking a harp or swinging claws, Tristan’s attacks were futile against Reiger.
With magic not only failing to reach Reiger but also being rebounded by that strange mirror, Tristan dared not use magic anymore; he could only resort to hand-to-hand combat and launched an offensive against Reiger.
Unfortunately—
"Too slow."
Though Tristan moved with the startling speed of a vampire in the night, Reiger simply uttered those words.
"[Crystal Scatter Bullet]."
The next second, a magic array appeared before Reiger, and crystals larger than fists shot out, bombarding the onrushing Tristan.
"Slow is you!"
Tristan issued a disdainful sneer and waved his hand, ready to swipe his claws and scatter the incoming crystal bullets.
However, at that moment, three Obsidian shortswords attacked.
They followed Tristan from behind, assaulting him from above, beside, and below, slashing through the air towards him.
"Pu-chi!" "Pu-chi!" "Pu-chi!"
In the ripping sound, the Obsidian shortswords struck Tristan repeatedly before he could react, bringing forth spurts of blood from his wrist, ankle, and shoulder.
"Ugh... Ah...!"
The sudden pain made Tristan falter, crying out in pain.
"Idiot!"
Seeing Tristan stop, Beryl shouted in anger.
But by that time, even if he wanted to warn Tristan, it was already too late.
"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"
Crystal pellets viciously struck Tristan, causing thumps to resonate, shaking his whole body violently, as he faced a full assault from the crystal scatter bullets.
"Aaaaaaah...!"
Screams finally erupted from Tristan’s mouth.
The beautifully stunning princess-like girl suffered a merciless mauling, spurts of blood appearing from every part of her body as it was pierced, scraped, and penetrated by the crystal scatter bullets, soon becoming drenched in blood.