Merka endured the pain and looked towards the direction of the boy, only to discover that he was one of the people who had been on duty with her earlier. The other two people who had been on duty with her had already joined the boy.
The boy stood there, mocking. He looked like a classical mage, with one hand clutching a long pipe, and the other hand holding a book.
Strange, wasn't he the one who just cut off my ear? How did he manage to hold so many things? Merka's gaze shifted to the blood-drenched attendant next to the boy, understanding in her heart.
It wasn't him who did it.
Merka understood in her heart.
She held her bleeding ear with one hand, released her magic, and in the blink of an eye, her missing ear was healed.
Luckily, it wasn't my other ear that wears the holy relic.
Merka felt fortunate.
"Wait, it's not nice to attack me just because I used magic."
"I just wanted to use magic to cook something to eat, after all, we've been on duty for so long."
"If the mission hasn't progressed but our own people are fighting among ourselves, what do you think the general will think?"
"Did the general say anything to you when he asked you to stay?"
"But no matter what he said, without solid evidence, I don't think you can explain yourself."
Merka enumerated the charges, speaking convincingly.
But instead, the boy burst into laughter, his mouth wide open and his body bent over.
"You're quite funny."
"I thought Viktor had been bought off..."
"Now it seems that you're not Viktor at all."
The boy covered his laughing face and suddenly stopped laughing.
"How could Viktor not know what I look like..."
"Where did you hide Viktor?"
Merka's expression couldn't help but show a hint of shock. Her mouth moved to explain, but the boy interrupted her.
"Could it be that he's already dead."
The boy's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Let me make this clear."
"I hate traitors the most."
Damn it! This guy doesn't listen to what others say at all.
This kind of opponent is really troublesome!
"Oh, sheep in the distance!"
"Be startled and run away..."
Merka clenched her fist tight and then suddenly loosened it, releasing a colossal white smoke that spread like a sea of clouds.
Damn, there are three of them on the other side, otherwise I could have taken the risk.
I'd better run away from here...
"What?!"
The whirling storm, adorned with a cyan aurora, shattered the dust clouds created by the smoke. It looked as if it was related to some wind-related magic.
But when Merka took a closer look, she realized that it was the hurricane caused by the black-clothed person who had previously ambushed her at an incredible speed.
"This is too exaggerated... Is he really a Curseborn?"
The black-clothed person didn't give Merka a chance to marvel again. Like a killing machine, he mechanically turned his head, searching for Merka's position in the smoke, and then arrogantly kicked out towards her.
"Good shepherd!"
Mulan immediately reacted and met the attack of the black-clad figure with her fiery fist, which was filled with explosive terror.
The black-clad figure stumbled and was thrown backwards by the shockwave.
"Sss... It hurts so much."
The broken ribs continuously sent pain signals, demanding that Merka start treatment immediately.
But who had time for that in the current situation?
"He hit me too hard with the first blow... I have no chance of winning if I fight him head-on now."
"It's better to retreat for now."
"But I can't just leave this machine here..."
"What if I leave and he opens the machine right after?"
Before Merka could think further, another black-clad figure delivered a tornado-like kick from the opposite direction, aiming at Merka's head.
However, with her magic vision that had been used over a thousand times, Merka was as sensitive as if she had eyes even on her back. Not only her back, but even her feet or the sky, it was impossible to hit Merka without absolute speed.
She dodged the fatal attack with a quick move. As Merka glanced over the black-clad figure flying past her, she noticed that he seemed to be wearing nothing, and there was no trace of any kind of relic like what Mulan had.
On the contrary, there were plenty of bandages, tightly wrapping the entire body of the black-clad figure, just like what Merka had seen on Mulan before.
Merka desperately inputted magic power, increasing the density and breadth of the smokescreen, enveloping a spherical area centered on herself.
"This is too accurate. It's like their visions are shared."
"The first one at least took a look before attacking me, but the second one didn't hesitate at all."
"By the way, is this similar to Mulan's clones?"
"Shared memories, similar appearance, and bandages all over their bodies."
"Could it be..."
Merka carefully pondered the words Mulan had just said; there's no way Victor wouldn't know what I look like...
"Could that boy be Mulan? The manipulator behind those clones?"
"Then I have no chance to escape at all..."
Merka extended her magic vision a little outside, and found that the three people outside the smokescreen were surrounding her like a triangle formation.
"Extreme speed, shared vision, and terrifying destructive power."
"Escaping is already difficult enough, not to mention destroying that machine."
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Merka's mouth. He knew that both his body and magic power had reached their limits.
"Should I use Joan's magic? Heal myself and instantly rush out?"
"No, it's not fast enough."
"Compared to his speed, no magic is fast enough."
"If I run out of magic power and still get caught, then it would truly be a losing situation."
"Should I fight him?"
"It's not very practical... Just going against him for two rounds now is already tough enough. If he still has a trump card... there's no hope."
"At least we should bring Samael sister with us..."
The impatient frustration churned in Merka's stomach, and she knelt on the ground, vomiting violently. With each gasp, a mouthful of blood splattered on the ground, creating a dripping sound.
Standing on the outskirts of the smoke, Mulan shook her cat-like ears and pulled a cruel smile. "Found you."
"Think fast... think fast," Merka said weakly, kneeling on the ground, his brain spinning rapidly.
"There must be a way to escape."
"Doesn't he have any weaknesses..."
"Speaking of which, does Curseborn have any weaknesses..."
"The only thing would be the relics. If the relics are lost, he can't use magic."
"But he only sent his clone to find me, I can't even touch him in person, let alone the relics."
"Right, the relics are important, and he knows that, doesn't he."
Merka in the smoke also laughed, an exquisite plan unfolding in Merka's increasingly clear mind.
