After the battlefield had been split, Geoffrey was left completely alone.
Weston and the other two stepped forward, surrounding him in a loose triangle and ready to strike.
"You said you wouldn’t let off, let’s see what you’ve got!"
After the burst of fury, Geoffrey suddenly drew several long breaths, his tone softening a little.
’Your plan was almost perfect, but you overlooked one thing!"
"Although you’ve cut off the reinforcents, on that side—"
As he spoke, he pointed toward the Wizards who had co with him and the battlefield where the Heavenly Wolf stood.
"No matter whether they’re facing that monster or the little girl, once my n hold out until her magic power is exhausted, we win!"
"And win or lose, that monster is now pinned down."
"To keep that wolf summoned, the girl can’t fight, so right now you’ve only got two combatants left!"
"Once I finish the two of you, especially you, brat, all your spells will break. When backup arrives, you’ll be finished!"
A man who could head a Dark Guild and rule several nearby towns for a full decade could still calmly analyse the situation even after losing the initiative.
And his analysis was spot-on.
Using Arc of Embodint to create ’Tenrou’ against Blue Skull’s lackeys had cost Mavis magic power and focus, aning she couldn’t act right now.
—Though in the plan she’d never been ant to fight Geoffrey anyway.
"Speaking of which, I should thank you for that spell of yours."
Geoffrey’s voice turned cold and detached: "With that monster rampaging, even if I ordered my n to protect they might not obey. Now, to save their own skins, they’ll throw everything they’ve got at it!"
Weston’s expression iced over. "So you’ll watch your guildmates die to buy yourself ti?"
"Guildmates?"
"No, no, they’re not my mates, just pieces I can discard any ti."
Geoffrey adjusted the spectacles on his nose, chin high. "Dying to protect their Guild Master is an honour they should be grateful for!"
That single sentence detonated the fuses of Weston, Mavis and Zera all at once.
"You’re absolute scum!"
"Unforgivable!"
"Soone who doesn’t treasure comrades doesn’t deserve the title Guild Master!"
Far from angry, Geoffrey laughed: "Hahaha, I don’t deserve the title? And Zeeself does? He cherishes his comrades, you think?"
"Don’t make laugh!"
"He and I are cut from the sa cloth!"
Weston and Mavis fell silent at once.
Deep down they knew Geoffrey wasn’t wrong.
But Zera couldn’t hold back. "Disgusting! Don’t you dare compare yourself to my father, he’s nothing like you!"
"Oh? So the brat is Zeeself’s daughter?"
Geoffrey glanced at her and shook his head with a sigh. "You barely survived seven years ago, and instead of lying low, you co knocking..."
"What, you think you’re strong enough to avenge your old man?"
Tears trembling at the corners of her eyes, Zera clenched her teeth, fury blazing. "Exactly. These seven years I trained every day for this mont, to kill you!"
"Then show what you’ve learned, little girl!"
Geoffrey raised his staff high, shouted, and magic power surged.
Light burst forth, and a magic circle appeared above the staff, vomiting clusters of ghostly-blue fireballs.
Weston dared not be careless; he quickly stepped behind Zera.
...Not because he needed her protection, it simply made things easier.
Pfft-pfft-pfft—
The fireballs hit the ground but didn’t go out. Instead they burned eerily, spreading in every direction like living tendrils.
In the blink of an eye the whole battlefield was ringed by a sea of blue fla.
Solid stone under the pale fire began to warp.
"The rock’s softening?"
"But the flas don’t feel that hot!"
Feeling the change, Zera couldn’t help crying out.
"Must be sothing about the nature of the fire itself!"
Recalling Geoffrey’s magic, Weston instantly understood the bizarre phenonon.
"According to our intel, Geoffrey’s Terror Fla makes anyone struck too terrified to fight back."
"Looks like it doesn’t just work on living things, even inorganic stuff like stone is affected."
"Huh? What kind of nonsense is that?"
Zera’s eyes went wide. ’Rocks don’t have minds, how can they feel fear?’
"How should I know?!"
"Maybe even inanimate objects have "souls", and his magic targets those!"
While they talked, the flas kept gushing forth.
As the blaze grew, the ground turned ’soft’, rippling like a waterbed, and Weston and Zera could barely stay upright.
Right then Geoffrey’s onslaught arrived.
First shape the battlefield to your advantage, then strike when the foe can’t stand steady—flawless tactics.
"Tch... fighting two kids and he still plays this safe, no wonder he’s survived so long!"
With the ground heaving ever more violently, Weston had no choice but to leap clear for the mont and watch from the sidelines.
As for Zera, he wasn’t worried.
This was her revenge; no one else should butt in. And with her Fire God Slayer Magic she was all but invincible here.
The instant Weston quit the field, Zera launched her own attack.
She clenched both fists, black fire gathering, then drew her arms back as if pulling a bowstring.
"Fire God’s Arrows!!"
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—
Black-fla arrows stord from the bow, streaking straight for Geoffrey.
Right from the start she pressed him with a barrage that left no room to breathe!
"Black fire?!"
Startled, Geoffrey froze for a heartbeat; by the ti he reacted it was too late to block, and he scrambled backward in panic.
The black-fla shafts packed terrifying power, punching clean through solid rock and shattering it.
Though Geoffrey dodged at the last second and kept his life, flying rubble still pelted him into a sorry state.
Before he could even steady himself, Zera’s second strike was already upon him!
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