How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 26 Heavy Armor Guards

Why?

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Ethan's face was ashen as he questioned him.

Kane did not answer directly.

His gaze shifted between Ethan and the terrified girl beside him.

The final image focuses on the heavily armored guard, Marcus.

During this brief examination, he made a keen observation.

The joints of Marcus's armor.

In particular, there are several deep old scratches on the left knee and right elbow.

It looks like it's connected with thin sheets of iron.

"Mr. Ethan."

Kane finally spoke, his tone calm yet sharp.

Before answering your question.

"I'd like to ask you a question first."

"Why do you, a businessman, have to meddle in other people's business?"

"You want me to kill an unarmed girl?"

A sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"What's even more coincidental is that this girl also has connections with the sheriff."

"I guess all I have to do is kill her."

"The moment you get your entry permit, evidence of the murder will be on the sheriff's desk."

"At that time, I will instantly become a wanted criminal with nowhere to turn."

Kane stared intently at Ethan, his eyes sharp.

"In the end, I can only completely depend on you, becoming an obedient, dead dog, right?"

Ethan was taken aback when he heard this.

He then burst into laughter and even clapped his hands.

"Good, very good!"

"Kane, I've looked into you. You're just a somewhat capable outsider."

There was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"But I really didn't expect you to be such a smart person."

He abruptly changed the subject, his eyes suddenly turning fierce.

"Unfortunately, intelligent people often die even faster!"

Ethan held up two short, thick fingers, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Now, you only have two choices."

"First, kill her, then come with me. Money and women will be yours."

"Second," he pointed to the ground.

"Like her father, she rotted in this mountain forest."

Kane remained silent.

But these words completely devastated the girl next to him.

She gripped the broom tightly, glaring at Ethan with eyes blazing with fury.

"So it was you who killed my father!"

"Hmph, blame him for knowing too much."

Ethan sneered.

"I had no choice but to let his daughter also try the 'good stuff' he discovered back then."

"It's just a pity that the potion doesn't seem to be perfect..."

Kane gently patted the girl's trembling shoulder, trying to comfort her.

The girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with a resolute determination born of despair, and whispered:

"Kill me."

"What?"

Kane was taken aback, looking at the inhuman vertical pupils on her delicate face.

"I'm already a monster... I have to eat raw meat every day to survive."

The girl's voice was trembling with tears, yet unusually firm.

"You're a good person, you shouldn't die here."

"Kill me, and you might still have a chance..."

Ethan, standing to the side, let out a disdainful sneer.

Marcus remained silent.

Victor looked conflicted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Kane looked at the girl's sincere desire to die and was both amused and exasperated.

Are you worried that I can't beat them?

"There are three of them...you can't win."

Kane quickly glanced at the three people opposite him, then leaned down and whispered rapidly in her ear:

"Listen carefully, go back inside and lock the door immediately."

"No matter what you hear, don't come out."

"I will handle all of this. Trust me, you are not a monster."

The girl thought it was just a consolation, tears streaming down her face, and she wanted to say something more.

Kane gently pushed him into the house and closed the door.

He didn't know if the girl would listen, but he couldn't worry about that right now.

He quickly assessed the situation:

Ethan himself is not a threat, but Victor is quite capable.

The greatest threat is Marcus, who is heavily armored and wields a shield and hammer.

This guy's defense is even more troublesome than that of the Dragonblood Kobold.

Moreover, he no longer possessed the Mind Wedge Ring.

"But even the strongest armor has its weaknesses."

His gaze was fixed on the joints of Marcus's armor.

"So, Kane, you're rejecting my offer?"

Ethan's voice rang out, and the smile vanished from his fleshy face.

"Then I'll have no choice but to grant your wish and make you the sixth professional ghost under Marcus's command!"

He gave a stern order:

"Kill him!"

Marcus stepped out.

With shield in front and warhammer in hand, his steps were as steady as a mountain pressing down.

Victor sighed and drew his two-handed sword.

"Kane, don't blame me, I can't disobey Lord Ethan."

Kane silently slipped his two daggers into his hands and suddenly sprang into action.

Instead of charging towards the seemingly strongest Marcus, he went straight for Victor on the flank!

The dagger transformed into a streak of cold light, aiming straight for the throat!

Victor hadn't expected Kane to be so fast and had to block in a panic.

But just as the dagger was about to touch his skin, a whooshing sound came from his side and behind!

Marcus suddenly unleashed a speed that was inconsistent with his heavy armor.

His warhammer, accompanied by a fierce wind, slammed down!

Kane retreated hastily, his warhammer slamming into the ground and creating a shallow crater.

"The difference in strength is too great; we cannot fight head-on!"

He had barely regained his footing when Victor's sword, brimming with fury, came slashing down.

His swordplay became faster and more ruthless.

"Kane, you're weaker than I thought!"

Victor grinned maliciously.

"Yeah?"

Kane parried while using the momentum to retreat.

It appears to be suppressed.

In fact, he cleverly lured Victor away from Marcus's guard.

"But you're dumber than I thought!"

"What?"

Victor was taken aback.

It's now!

Kane deliberately created an opening.

Victor was overjoyed and used all his strength to deflect Kane's dagger with a single sword strike!

As the dagger flew out of his hand, a cruel smile appeared on Victor's face:

"goodbye……"

Before he could finish speaking...

The dagger that had been knocked away made a strange turn in mid-air.

Like a venomous snake, it pierced through Victor's blind spot with pinpoint accuracy, striking his spinal cord!

Victor froze, his sword slipped from his hand, and his face was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Kane was always by his side.

Another dagger flashed, instantly slicing open his throat.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Ethan's smile froze on his face.

Even Marcus's charge faltered.

Kane, slightly out of breath, looked at the remaining two.

"I forgot to mention," he said calmly, "that I am a spellcaster."

"A spellcaster?!"

Ethan's expression instantly turned serious.

In this world, those who claim to be spellcasters often have a certain background.

They are not someone that a small-town chamber of commerce can easily provoke.

"Now, it's one-on-one."

Kane's gaze swept over Marcus and finally landed on Ethan.

"And there's also a burden."

"Marcus! Kill him! Kill him now!"

Ethan screamed in terror.

Marcus closed in again.

But Kane has changed his strategy.

He used his agility to his advantage and began to engage in hit-and-run tactics.

At the same time, he wields a dagger with the hand of a mage to harass from a distance.

Their primary target was none other than the cowardly Ethan!

The daggers whistled as they shot at Ethan again and again.

Ethan was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his hands, screaming repeatedly.

Marcus had to constantly switch between chasing Kane and protecting Ethan.

The heavy armor had become a huge burden.

Kane's mind is as clear as a mirror.

He kept manipulating the dagger, focusing on the joints of Marcus's knees and elbows.

Every precise impact.

Fatigue damage is constantly accumulating at the joints of the thin sheet metal.

"Help me! Marcus! Help me!"

Ethan was slashed on the thigh and collapsed to the ground howling in pain.

Marcus had to turn around and go back to defend again.

Just as he shifted his weight and turned to protect—

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound came from his knee joint!

The continuous impact finally exceeded its limit, and the weak point of the armor shattered!

opportunity!

Kane's eyes sharpened.

The last dagger, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced with unparalleled precision through the gap in the broken joint!

Marcus grunted and knelt heavily on one knee.

He barely managed to keep his body afloat thanks to the warhammer.

"Marcus! You piece of trash! Get up!"

Upon seeing this, Ethan cursed in a mixture of shock and anger.

Marcus was unable to stand up.

He immediately looked at Kane, his face instantly filled with fawning fear:

"No! Don't kill me! Money! I have money! Women, power, even spellbooks! I can give you anything!"

Kane ignored him and instead looked at Marcus, who was kneeling on the ground.

This silent warrior upheld his duty to protect until the very last moment.

Even though the person they were protecting was a scoundrel.

"You are a respectable soldier."

Kane said in a deep voice:

"It's a pity he followed the wrong employer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger flashed with cold light and pierced precisely through the slit in the visor.

Marcus's body shuddered, and he slowly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The helmet came off, revealing a weathered face.

A strange dark mark spread down from his forehead.

"Another Stigmata Ritual?"

Kane was filled with doubts, which might explain Marcus's extraordinary physical abilities.

He pulled himself together and turned to Ethan, who was shivering on the ground.

At this moment, Ethan's arrogance vanished, leaving only primal fear.

Kane walked up to him, knelt down, and spoke in a voice so calm it was chilling:

"Now, we have plenty of time, Mr. Ethan."

"Let's have a good talk about those potions."