Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Chapter 1306: Chapter 441: Evil Snake

Rein lifted his gaze towards the dense forest ahead, seemingly sensing something.

Suddenly, Qu Qi’s ears stood up, baring its fangs and growling lowly.

At this moment, a large fan-shaped area ahead resonated with the rustling sounds, as if hundreds of small animals were charging.

The next second, hundreds of red-eyed squirrels, their bodies as big as small dogs, their flesh exposed, rushed towards the man and dog.

Rein naturally perceived that the mental state of these red-eyed squirrels seemed somewhat off, their faces menacing, baring sharp incisors and crimson gums, starkly different from the gentle demeanor seen previously in the forest.

There was no doubt that the root of the current situation was a certain special ritual conducted here by the Mother Tree Sect.

Facing the oncoming red-eyed squirrels, Rein didn’t employ the newly mastered crystallization kill move ”Sawtooth Cutting,” but instead, casually pointed, sending three intricate, dense silver-glowing mesh-like metal giant nets rapidly towards the squirrel swarm.

”Swish!”

The red-eyed squirrels seemed to instinctively sense danger, attempting to leap sideways to dodge, but the three metal nets suddenly changed from an overlapping front-back formation to three nets aligned horizontally, advancing abreast.

In an instant, the group of red-eyed squirrels was like a school of fish encountering a trawler, immediately caught all at once!

”Szz!”

The extra fine mesh of the metal cutting net this time ensured virtually no escape, instantly a shower of blood and flesh rained down from mid-air.

”Pitter-patter!”

The blood and flesh of the red-eyed squirrels scattered down like raindrops.

In less than two seconds, Rein’s liquidation kill move ’Multiple Cutting Net’ had completely annihilated these hundreds of red-eyed squirrels, and the few remaining ones were slain by Qu Qi, the Spiritual Greyhound, crushing them under its claws.

It was evident that Qu Qi seemed to disdain these mutated squirrels with exposed flesh.

It appeared unwilling to use its mouth to bite, resorting to using its claws to kill them and then disdainfully tossing them aside.

”This entire forest has been altered,” Rein observed the front, contemplating silently.

Considering the scope he had seen from the airship earlier, this region was considerably vast, perhaps spanning tens of thousands of hectares.

”For such a large area, the Mother Tree Sect must have conducted a large-scale prayer ritual here, harnessing the power of the Divine to achieve this current effect.”

”However, conducting such a prayer requires a lot of preparations, including rituals, sacrifices, and multiple hosts, which corroborates headquarters’ intelligence. If there are no traitors among the elves, this would be almost impossible to accomplish.”

With a brief thought, Rein continued forward.

Recalling the map in his mind, although his destination was Basaran, the Elf Town where Anna resided, there happened to be an Elf outpost along the way he planned to visit to verify his suspicions.

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Meanwhile.

In a clearing within the forest between Basaran, the Elf Town, and Ferdinand City.

On the ground, a witch array spanning hundreds of square meters was set up, composed of crisscrossing lines forming straight lines, triangles, and circles, appearing exceptionally complex and emitting a faint green glow.

This was actually the ritual framework for a large-scale prayer of the Secret Snake Sect.

However, upon closer inspection, there was a breach in the northeast corner of the ritual, seemingly blasted out by some powerful witchcraft or Extraordinary Battle Technique, creating a crater several meters deep.

More strikingly, at the center of the witch array, hundreds of pure-blood elves with handsome faces and slender bodies were bound. Judging by the physiques and appearances, they consisted of both males and females, young and old, as if the elves from an entire village or town had been captured.

”Vice Pope Quirut, that person’s speed is too fast; we couldn’t catch up, and he escaped again,” a black-robed man with a python pattern on his chest wiped the sweat from his forehead, speaking with some fear.

The middle-aged man named Quirut was entirely cloaked in a black robe, a hood covering his head, his face obscured.

He merely nodded, not blaming his subordinate.

Because the opponent’s speed was incredibly fast, adept with a dual-handed greatsword, displaying formidable strength, seemingly approaching the level of a Sword Saint.

The opponent first appeared yesterday in Basaran, the Elf Town.

At the time, after they had just captured the town and were planning to gather the elven captives, the opponent took advantage of a moment of inattention to rescue a half-elf girl.

However, it was not a significant issue; using such mixed blood for the prayer ceremony was far less effective than pure-blood elves, hence not particularly valuable, so he didn’t mind much.

Although it was a slight to his role as the Vice Pope leading the operation, compared to the main mission he came for, this was relatively unimportant.

But what followed slightly irritated him!

Last night and this morning, the opponent launched two surprise attacks, interrupting the prayer ritual about to be completed, while also attempting to rescue these pure-blood elves.

This was indeed a slap in the face!

Of course, he didn’t do nothing, organizing several encirclements, yet still allowing the opponent to escape.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t that the opponent’s strength surpassed his; Quirut discerned the other had not reached the Epic level. The problem lay with himself, for the blessing he received in the Primordial Serpent Prayer was the bloodline of the legendary terrestrial python ’Sladran.’

A legendary bloodline inclined towards gigantism, brute force, biting, constricting, and venom, with speed relatively being its weakest attribute.