Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 324 Final Confrontation at The Vile Altar (2)

Tyson let his magical form vanish into thin air shortly after confirming Leviʼs death. At the same time, his pentagrams returned to his body.

Alex and Peter were either wiping the sweat from their faces or drinking potions to treat their wounds and restore some mana to their bodies.

Recovery potions were exceptionally efficient at healing wounds and could fully restore the mana base of a magician of the same class as themselves in up to 5 minutes.

A magicianʼs recovery time after using a potion of the same level as their own could vary depending on the purity of the potion, the magicianʼs talent, and the severity of their situation. 

In short, the greater the talent, the less serious the injuries, and the greater the purity of the potion, the faster its full effect would be.

As they felt the mana in their surroundings enter their Magic Gems without any effort on their part, the two soldiers looked at everything they had done without guilt.

Betrayal or murder might cause remorse or unnecessary thoughts the first time. But after years of experience and several such situations, one would learn to completely ignore those feelings and act as if everything was natural to them.

One of them looked at Tyson as the bald man drank his own recovery potion. ”What do we do now?”

”Letʼs meet with...” Tyson was about to suggest when Peter suddenly made a horrible face and interrupted him.

”Shit! Kaleb and Arthur are dead!” The strongest of the survivors said as he regained his composure.

At the same time he had just missed his army buddy and the Ironcrest bandit, he noticed a level 4 aura from the Acolyte stage approaching them at high speed.

Tyson made a terrible face when he heard this, knowing his men had the Nine Demons Formation with them and Arthur and Kaleb were not easy to deal with.

How could Cesar have defeated them all by himself?

Shocked, he turned his attention to the entrance of those ruins while Alex did the same, not expecting they would still have to deal with Cesar.

Just as the three of them had looks of doubt or anger on their faces, the ground they were standing on began to shake.

As they felt Vicente coming through the entrance to the ruins, they also felt something moving on the ground beneath their feet.

Realizing the enemy was already coming towards them, the three of them jumped up from their positions, moving their mana through their Magic Gems once again.

”Shit! How did that happen?” Alex shouted as he saw metallic claws emerge from the ground where he and his companions were standing.

”The bastardʼs advanced to level 4... But that shouldnʼt be enough to explain all this!” Peter frowned as he saw the metal claws coming out of the ground at the three points where they were.

Vicente appeared at the entrance to these ruins while they were wondering how.

The mask on his face was the same as always. Still, the armor around his body seemed much more robust at the moment while several metal structures hovered behind him.

He had one of his hands pointed forward as a red-orange pentagram glowed around him, and the three metal claws that had tried to kill those three moved.

”Today, you came for my head. But Iʼm afraid itʼs you who will have to leave your lives in my hands!” Vicente hovered in the air, not hesitating to fly towards those people, knowing they still hadnʼt fully recovered and that he had to kill them as soon as possible.

Peterʼs eyes widened as he saw Vice getting closer and closer to them, feeling a little less of his opponentʼs magnetic pressure than his two allies but still noticing a slightly disturbing sensation in his being.

Meanwhile, Alex was the most affected of the three, finding it difficult to think, understand the situation around him in real time, and even move his body.

The bodies of biological beings were composed of metallic components to a lesser extent. But even though these components only made up a fraction of a magicianʼs body mass, they were still connected to body movement, muscle function, and thought, in short, the most important things a body could do.

These two Low-level Mages felt terrible having the metal parts of their bodies affected by Vicenteʼs ability!

Alex suffered the most because he had the least talent and the least unique magical form of the three.

But even with an extreme magical form, Tyson felt like he was in a nightmare as he saw Vicente approaching him along with several frightening metallic objects.

ʼHoly shit! What kind of fucking power is that?ʼ He feared for his life for the first time in days, realizing even his wooden Buddha paled compared to Cesarʼs talent and magical form.

While the three felt terrible feelings in their bodies, Vicente formed a spiral of flying blades around a space of about 30 cubic meters, making it impossible for the men to escape.

If any of them wanted to run away from him, they would first have to overcome a spiral of high-speed flying blades that could tear apart the bodies of even Low-level Mages!

He didnʼt miss the opportunity to use Peterʼs metal armor against this soldier, pinning this soldier to the ground while chains like the ones he had used earlier appeared around that man to bind him but also to injure him.

Unfortunately for Peter, he hadnʼt considered the possibility his enemy had the ability to manipulate metal items from 3rd-grade artifacts.

His armor, the only metal item on those three enemy bodies, was a 3rd-grade one, something only Mages could affect.

That had given him the confidence to use it in this place, even considering the special power of the enemy he was pursuing.

When he saw how advanced Cesarʼs power already was, the soldier from the capital paled and felt the big mistake he had made.

In the midst of this, he felt the enemyʼs metal chains penetrate his body, immobilizing him along with the armor that tried to crush his chest.

”Aaaagh!”

”Damn it!” Tyson shouted as Peter opened his mouth in agony. ”Cesar! Donʼt do this! Do you know who I am? If you do, youʼll get in trouble with The Faceless Ones! Donʼt...”

A flying sword sliced through his neck as Tyson tried to use his support to threaten Vicente, startling him terribly.

”I know, I know. Theyʼre going to kill me.” Vicente closed his eyes as he muttered in a sarcastic tone, not caring what kind of support that man had.

He was about to kill two more of the kingʼs men. How could he not dare to kill a bandit from The Faceless Ones faction?

Was The Faceless Ones more powerful than the royal army?

”Unfortunately for you, your supporters arenʼt here. Learn this. In your next life, donʼt use distant support at such a crucial moment.” Vicente said as he clenched his fists and dealt the final blow to his opponents with the many metal tools flying around.

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