Chapter 10: Lynn never cared

“Clang!”

Just before the attack landed, a crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.

Sophie raised her sword, stepping in front of Lynn.

“You go first, leave the most dangerous part to me!”

Sophie’s face was tense.

Just from that brief clash, Sophie could tell this guy was a real expert.

Facing such an opponent, even she felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The other’s weapon was a greatsword, while hers was only a longsword.

Just in terms of destructive power, Sophie was already at a disadvantage.

Let alone…

“Hmph, just a mere Second Rank Warrior, and you think you can block my path like a mantis trying to stop a chariot?”

Kurt’s eyes were filled with disdain.

Yes, in terms of strength and experience, Sophie lagged far behind him.

A battle with no suspense.

All Sophie could do was delay for Lynn as much as possible.

She wondered just how much pain and injury Lynn had suffered while luring this guy into the magic array’s effective range.

Sophie felt a pang of sympathy for Lynn.

But as long as the magic array activated, everything would be alright.

Lynn would definitely have a way.

Seeing Sophie arrive in time, Lynn breathed a slight sigh of relief, “I’ll leave it to you.”

Sophie nodded, unconsciously gripping the sword in her hand even tighter.

“Trying to run?”

The dark figure flickered.

In the blink of an eye, he was almost past Sophie, rushing straight for Lynn.

“Clang!”

Another metallic clash.

“If you want to hurt him…”

“You’ll have to get through me first.”

Seeing the determination in the girl’s eyes, Kurt shook his head, almost laughing in anger.

“Fine, fine, fine…”

“Since you care about that bastard so much, I’ll grant your wish and send you two to hell together as a pair of doomed lovers!”

With that, Kurt stopped holding back.

He vented all the rage he’d accumulated from Lynn onto Sophie.

The heavy black iron sword in his hand whistled through the air, sword aura slashing at Sophie again and again.

After only a few rounds, Sophie was already struggling to keep up.

No doubt, Lynn’s taunting was top-notch.

He not only lured the enemy into the trap,

But also gave him a red rage buff for attack speed and critical hits.

If it was the usual Kurt, Sophie could have fought him for a few moves.

But now…

Sophie’s tiger’s mouth was numb from the impact, and the longsword she used to block was almost knocked from her hand.

“Damn it, if this keeps up…”

She was just a bit distracted when, the next moment, a blood-red sword aura, brimming with ruthless killing intent, came slicing straight at her.

No way to dodge.

Sophie gritted her silver teeth, left with no choice but to take it head-on.

Crack!

The sword shattered.

Sophie was struck hard and collapsed to the ground.

“Hmph, an ant.”

Looking at Sophie, now unable to move on the ground, Kurt muttered coldly.

“Once I find that Sword Tomb and skin him alive, it’ll be your turn.”

Turning away.

Kurt was just about to leave to search for Lynn when his pant leg was suddenly grabbed tightly.

“I said, if you want to hurt him…”

“You’ll have to get through me first!”

The flames of anger still blazed in Sophie’s eyes.

The sight of her master’s death was still vivid in her mind.

All thanks to these people.

Today, even if she died here, she’d drag him down and die together!!

Seeing this, Kurt didn’t get angry.

“I’ve always liked sorting things by difficulty.”

He kicked Sophie aside, then hefted his greatsword and approached slowly.

“That Sword Tomb kid is slippery as an eel, really hard to chase.”

“But killing someone…”

He raised his sword.

Kurt was just about to strike when a strange sensation came from behind.

He turned to see Lynn standing there.

Still with that nonchalant look.

“Seriously, bro, you got so worked up by a girl that she pushed you into a berserk state and broke your defense?”

Just as Lynn said.

At this moment, Kurt’s face was red all the way to his neck, his chest heaving, steam rising from sweat all over his body.

That killing intent in his eyes pierced through the white mask, locking onto Lynn.

If looks could kill,

Lynn would have been sliced into sashimi by now.

But after that brief rush of anger, reason quickly returned to his mind.

He’d completely seen through Lynn.

Just a low-level magician, always bluffing and playing tricks.

“Heh, not running anymore?”

Kurt’s tone was dripping with ridicule.

Lynn waved a hand: “How could I possibly outrun you.”

“Is that so.”

A blood-red smile slowly spread across Kurt’s pure white mask.

“At least you know yourself.”

With that, Kurt drew his sword and in the blink of an eye appeared right in front of Lynn.

But just before he struck Lynn, time seemed to stretch infinitely.

Seeing that faint, enigmatic smile on Lynn’s face, Kurt suddenly felt a chill, a creeping terror rising within him.

He’d only felt this way once before—the first time he killed someone.

Lynn brought back that deeply unpleasant feeling.

But… why?

Could he have some Sword Tomb trick he hasn’t used?

No, impossible.

Even if he had some trick up his sleeve, under my full-force strike, he has no chance of survival!

Deal with this Sword Tomb first!

With that thought, Kurt gathered all the strength in his body.

The next moment.

Crack!

A clear sound rang out.

Kurt’s heart lurched in shock, but before he could react, several golden chains shot up from the ground, instantly piercing through his entire body.

Kurt was frozen in midair in a twisted pose, his black iron sword falling heavily to the ground.

He looked in disbelief at the golden chains impaling his body.

He stared blankly around at his surroundings.

When he saw the mysterious golden light flashing all around, he suddenly laughed in relief.

“So, you purposely enraged me, made me lose my cool, and lured me into a pre-prepared magic array, is that it?”

Lynn shrugged.

“Not entirely.”

Kurt looked at the young man in front of him, confused.

Was it just dumb luck?

Heh.

He chuckled at himself.

So my greatest weakness is still my hot temper…

“I was just telling the truth.”

“What?!”

Kurt glared at Lynn, eyes about to split.

“You…”

“You bastard!!!”

Kurt lost all composure, struggling violently despite the intense pain.

Blood poured onto the pitch-black iron sword, and the crimson demonic aura grew stronger and stronger, even beginning to disrupt the magic array’s operation, threatening to break the chains’ confinement.

Lynn frowned, unconsciously gripping the only offensive chess piece left in his hand even tighter.

The array he’d set up was in two parts.

One part was to bind the Abyssal Deathsworn tightly and continually weaken his energy.

Once weakened to a certain point, the second, offensive magic array would activate seamlessly.

The two parts fit together perfectly.

By all rights, nothing should go wrong.

Even if something extreme happened, Lynn was confident he could completely slay the weakened Abyssal Deathsworn.

However…

The price might be quite steep.

The golden chains flickered, already on the verge of shattering.

Just before the chains broke completely, as if a stone had been dropped into water, ripples spread along the edge of the array.

Suddenly, the chains snapped back to normal.

Lynn was briefly stunned.

This was not what he expected.

He looked toward where the ripples had formed and saw a small figure in black robes standing just outside the array, straining to inject mana into it, maintaining the array’s power.

It was Livia.

Her face was pale, eyes rimmed red.

She looked like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

“Why is she… here?”

Lynn was puzzled.

He distinctly remembered sending her away long ago.

All to keep her as far from danger as possible.

So how did she follow him here?

“Idiot… next time you lie, keep your eyes steady!”

Livia’s voice was thick with tears.

In her previous life, she’d noticed Lynn’s eyes always wandered when he lied.

So, when Lynn came to her that morning to send her away, Livia saw through the lie instantly.

Recalling the Abyssal Deathsworn who suddenly appeared on her wedding night in her previous life, Livia had already guessed most of the truth.

Mr. Lynn, to protect her, had gone so far…

“So, how could I possibly let you face danger alone!”

Lynn smiled helplessly, finally relaxing.

“Really, you… you’re so stubborn.”

“Phew—”

Lynn exhaled a long breath.

Then he looked up at the sky.

The array gradually took shape, crimson filling the sky.

The leaves all around began to rustle.

A wind was rising.

“It’s over.”

Lynn said calmly.

“When this array’s attack lands, even a Fourth Rank Warrior won’t survive.”

“No… no, you can’t kill me!”

Kurt struggled desperately.

“I am Kurt, an Abyssal Deathsworn! Elite of the Abyssal Cult!”

“If you kill me, the Abyssal Cult will hunt you to the ends of the earth! We never rest until our goals are met!!”

“Is that so.”

Lynn nodded, then slung the unconscious Sophie over his shoulder.

“Think about it, your power is so great, join the Abyssal Cult, fight for the cult, fight for the ‘New World’!”

Kurt spoke quickly, his heart pounding faster than ever.

He was truly afraid.

All his life, he’d brought death to others.

But this time…

He finally sensed the breath of death so close.

Only now did he realize.

Lynn was no sheep.

He was a hunter, more cunning and ruthless, a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

“Is that so.”

Lynn walked up to Kurt and took the storage ring from his hand.

As if resigning himself to fate, the black iron sword on the ground gave a final mournful cry, then stopped struggling and was stored away in the ring.

Then, Lynn slowly walked out of the magic array, speaking without turning back: “I don’t care.”

The next moment, terrifying energy poured down from the clouds.