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Netheril's Glory Chapter 55: A prepared Mage.
"The night was like a deep lake,"
This sentence meant that the darkness of the night was so thick and terrifying, that it made one feel, as if they would drown inside it forever, and now, in this deep lake like night, Punk encountered the best swimmers-The Assassins.
"Both of them are trainee-level? And this familiar feeling!"
Punk's mage armour was shining with a faint light, like the last ray of hope in this gloomy night!
The Assassins did not make any sound. A qualified Assassin never needed the help of words when fighting, because shadows were their best friends.
The enemy, who had disappeared without any trace, was as if they had melted into the darkness, but everyone knew that the enemy was just like a venomous snake, lurking in the dark, ready to emerge from the shadows and deliver a fatal strike in the instant Punk let down his guard a little.
As for the only remaining warrior... He was approaching Punk's mage armour with an unusual expression...
"Poor thing."
Saing this, Punk took a sip of the bottle of night vision potion he refined, and after a cool sensation rushed into his eyeballs, he could finally see the details of this scene more thoroughly in the dark night. His shining blue eyes keenly caught the purple steel needle pierced into the warrior's neck. It seemed that there was some hallucinogenic poison on that needle, and the soldier who was stabbed had no sense of consciousness anymore!
"Oh! They actually want to pull the wool over my eyes"?
Punk secretly guessed and was almost 80% sure that the reason why this warrior had not been cut by the enemy but turned into this half-alive, half-dead state was that the two Assassins wanted to force him to make some moves!
However, being inside the mage armour, Punk was not afraid of any attacks for the time being.
And the enemies' also seemed to be planning to wait, wait until Punk exhausted his mana reserve, just like the last time!
That's right; Punk was familiar with these two Assassins as he clearly recognized their shadow energy fluctuations. They were undoubtedly the two Assassins who ambushed Kane and himself last time!
But this time, Punk would no longer be forced to run like the last time, even when this time he was facing the two enemies alone, and there was also no dispensable cannon fodder by his side!
"Very courageous, you dare to use the same trick twice in front of the same enemy..."
Punk narrowed his eyes slightly; the cold light in his eyes penetrated the dark night like a ghost!
"............ After all, A assassin who only good at hiding can't imagine how dangerous a prepared mage is."
Punk knew that even if the two assassins felt that they had the absolute advantage, they still would not be foolish enough to talk to the enemy and expose their position. So Punk stopped talking. He took out a greyish vial from the pocket of his robe, which actually contained human bone powder!
When Punk realized that Assassins were following him, he was ready to use a spell that he exchanged from McNeesey, which was especially to counter such a situation when he couldn't find enemies' location.
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The brisk and long chanting of this spell felt like a trickle flowing through the air. This very special chant sounded like many young children with ethereal voices singing happily, but in fact, Punk did not open his mouth to recite it at all. This was the voice from inside the soul descended on reality as a realistic illusion, and in his hand, the powder filaments formed from human bone trickled out from the mouth of the bottle and transformed into a kind of golden dust that was in a state between energy and matter under the gentle waves of the spell. A large amount of golden dust gathered into a football-sized "sand ball" in Punk's hand. Some scattered fine golden dust was swirling soothingly around the "sand ball" like smokey rings. Under the faint blue light of the mage armour, and the soft brilliance faintly radiated from the "sand ball," drew a golden layer of light on the clothes and armours worn by Punk and the princess next to him!
In fact, since that night's attack failed and Punk fled back to Konola in an embarrassing state, he had decided to master some means to help him effectively face the Assassin class. Therefore, he resolutely redeemed this very unpopular spell from McNeesey's hands, and it now appears that the choice at that time could not have been wiser!
Trainee-level spell-" Dust of Appearance," this spell could be said to be the spell version of " Dust of Appearance Alchemy Potion," but different from Alchemy Potion, it was a complete Advent/Dream spell, It meant the caster summoned this mass of powder fluctuating between the state of energy and matter from their soul directly, so they also could use it more effectively and multiple times. This completely unreasonable "philosophical" concept was the effect of Advent spells, but most people have only heard of "Alchemy potion Dust of Appearance," and few people knew that there was such a Dust of Appearance spell, it was mostly because this spell was relatively unpopular.
But It was an unpopular spell for a reason, which was its obvious and fatal shortcomings. For example, it took a long time to cast (it takes five seconds to recite the spell), it was difficult to learn (a common problem with Advent spells), and its lethality was completely negative (frequent breathing inside the spell can increase physical fitness).
But its advantages were also extremely obvious- as all the hiding methods below the official level could be eliminated by it.
Of course, the premise was that you had the opportunity to cast this spell successfully............
But now, Punk had successfully released this "chicken rib" spell!
(Tl note: Slang: chicken rib: It is a metaphor which refers to something/someone is almost useless, but people don't want to discard it completely.)
The Assassins, who were still hiding in the shadows, became dumbfounded when they saw that while Punk was casting the Advent spell, which needed extreme concentration, the mage armour did not show any sign of instability. One must know that although it was possible to maintain two ordinary spells for skilful mages, but a mage who could maintain two complex and mana-consuming spells stably was such a level of genius that even in the entire Camos Kingdom, they could be counted in one hand!
While Punk was casting the spell, the enemy manipulated the half-dead warrior to rush and try breaking through the Mage armour, but this was obviously a futile move. The huge shock wave blew away five or six small trees nearby, but just a bland ripple appeared on the mage armour.
In the end, the two Assassins could only watch helplessly, as Punk completed casting the spell that would certainly tilt the scale of victory, but the two Assassins did not choose to escape. They were not rogue Professionals like Punk with the freedom to make their choices, so one could say that if they dare to flee, Lunka, who was already very angry, would definitely never let them go.
So the two Assassins could only grit their teeth, and as a desperate move, tried to escape into the plane of shadows.
No matter how difficult it was, the fact was that the "Dust of Appearance" was a trainee-level spell, and with the system's assistance, It was relatively easy for Punk to complete this spell.
After completing the spell, Punk was a little surprised when he find out that the two Assassins actually chose to escape into the shadow plane in order to avoid this spell.
"In your dreams!"
Punk's heart almost laughed out loud. It was not that enemies were stupid; the other side probably didn't understand what the 'philosophical concept of aspiration' was, as even legendary powerhouses had limited knowledge about this kind of information about the mysterious soul.
Although in this spell, Punk applied a teeny tiny part of that knowledge, still it was definitely not something that could be easily countered by means of two trainee-level Assassins!
End of this Chapter 
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