Chapter 151
Chapter 151: One thing after another
Han Shuo only got to experience the old assassin Lucky’s skill after the two flew to Calvert’s house. A decent assassin would maintain his position before he made a move on his target. He would only allow his target to feel his presence in the moment that he made his move.
Lucky was quite professional in this regard. He first crouched on the roof after entering Calvert’s home, looking out over the entire building, then pointing out the use of each room to Han Shuo. He clearly explained which was the living room, which was the master bedroom, as well as the bathrooms.
It looked like Lucky was very well versed in all architectural styles, and must have given quite a bit of thought to this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to obtain so much information after just glancing at the layout shortly after arriving here.
Lucky changed into a grey robe that matched the color of the walls. When he slowly walked along the wall, no one detected any disturbance, even as the bright rays of the moon rained down.
Han Shuo took out a similar robe beneath Lucky’s gaze and followed behind Lucky, moving towards the roof of the brightly lit living room.
Han Shuo’s breathing became measured and steady as they neared the living room, and the rate of his heartbeat also suddenly became quite slow, matching the pace of his breaths. Even the heat emanating from his body began to decrease as they drew near the living room. When they got close enough, he could, at the stage, be mistaken for a shingle on the roof when he wasn’t moving.
Lucky was unable to conceal his body as well as Han Shuo had done even after taking a pill. When he finally reached the top of the roof, Lucky looked at Han Shuo with disbelief as he was incredibly surprised by Han Shuo’s control over his body.
Since reaching the true demon stage, Han Shuo could feel that his body was indeed more agile and deft than before. He could adjust his body condition to all sorts of situations by making his own adjustments, making it very easy for him to do something like concealing his presence.
Because Clark would possibly be in the living room, the two didn’t dare lift the tiles of the roof to look inside. They placed their cheeks on top of the roof and attempted to listen in on the conversation inside.
Han Shuo dodged nimbly when the arrows came shooting over, he noticed many more soldiers were approaching. He weighed things up and cast the “Art of the Demonic Ninth Heaven”, sending himself shooting into the air and away like a hawk.
The numerous arrows whistled over and were batted away by the Demonslayer Edge. He’d flown out of the encirclement in the blink of an eye and alighted on a large tree in the distance.
Although Han Shuo wasn’t that well versed in the Art yet, he had no problem simply flying through the air. It was because of this Art that he could break free from the soldiers.
In addition, Han Shuo discovered that compared to the levitation spells that archmages could cast in this world, the “Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens” was much more advanced. None of the levitation spells that the archmages could cast even came close to his Art’s speed and maneuverability.
He took a deep breath in and took stock of his surroundings, discovering that Clark had almost a hundred soldiers with him. These people were conducting a carpet style search, going through each room looking for Lucky. They gave up hunting down Han Shuo after he left and was focused on finding Lucky.
Just as Han Shuo started worrying for Lucky, a figure, using a levitation spell, quickly approached from the distance. The moon was covered by a cloud of dark mist in a second and the already dim sky immediately darkened. When the figure drew close, it took out a mage staff, made of white bone from its spacious sleeves and chanted out a spell in a low voice.
Suddenly, numerous skeletal, zombie, and ghoul warriors, as well as gargoyles and hate warriors appeared, charging towards the soldiers.
Another low chant rang out as bone arrows flew wildly through the air and crashed into the soldiers, making them cry out in agony.
“Oh my gosh, it’s an archmage level necromancer!” Calvert suddenly cried out with shock.
Han Shuo was also greatly surprised as he fixed an ardent gaze on the necromancer that had appeared in the air, absolutely taken aback by the destructiveness of the necromancy magic.