Chapter 223
Chapter 223 A Display of Power
Greem shook his head when he saw Knight Windsor standing at a distance, engulfed in the bright radiance of runic energy. With a single Fire Teleportation, he left the spot.
A hundred meters away, in an area sparse with trees, a group of a hundred witcher-knights under the lead of two spellbreaker knights were hacking away at a group of wolf-like voodoo beasts.
All of a sudden a halo of flames exploded amongst their ranks.
A bright red light flashed before his eyes and as everything in his vision blurred and shook, Greem appeared on the scene.
Once everything in his vision started to stabilize, Greem straightened his body and looked at the witcher-knights around him still seated high on their magic colts. A wicked grin appeared on his face made of flame and magma.
A light-red Ring of Fire blasted outwards from his body, instantly covering an area thirty meters around him. All the trees, bushes, vines, and plants in the area started to wither and burn. Even the ground itself became scorched earth.
Weng. Weng. Weng…
His style of combat was not as violent and unrestrained as Greem’s. Instead, there was an indescribable wickedness and ruthlessness to it.
He would hide within the trees, waiting for small numbers of witcher-knights to walk by before gaining control over them with his strange puppet strings. After doing so for some time, he would gather a witcher-knight squad of around twenty or thirty men beside him.
He would then direct this group of puppet knights to attack other witcher-knights. What happened next would be an internal conflict between knights!
Should the witcher-knights ever pull their punches against the friends they knew so well, against their allies betrayed expressions of pain, they would likely die under the swords of their ‘companions’.
However, it was obvious that the success rate of Marionette’s puppet strings when controlling witcher-knights was not very high. Moreover, the number of puppets he could control was limited. Thus, the battlefields he was involved in were hardly ever as conspicuous as Greem’s, with his Flame Fiend Transformation.
The other person that attracted Greem’s attention was the powerful Boss Hyde.
He looked like a robot with metallic tentacles all over his body. Sharp tentacles gleaming with a metallic sheen danced about everywhere around his body. Every witcher-knight that stepped within twenty meters of him would be pierced by numerous sharp tentacles.
These sharp tentacles had been enhanced with Spells of Piercing and were not something the knights’ armor could defend against.
They danced in the air, agile and lithe as if they were metallic serpents, launching terrifying piercing attacks from any angle around their enemies. On the other hand, the runic longswords of the witcher-knights, steeped in runic energies, could do absolutely no harm to the tentacles other than sending bright sparks flying everywhere.
When the enemies surrounding him reached a certain number, countless spinning blades would swarm out from within Adept Hyde’s body, forming a scary wall of blades around him. And all Adept Hyde needed to do was to quickly walk through the ranks of the knights with the wall of blades around him.
With a single charge he could cut through the entire formation, leaving behind him a bloody path filled with severed limbs.
If he met an enemy he was unable to beat, Adept Hyde would instantly turn into a metallic top, drilling into the ground and escaping into the distance.