Free Web NovelChapter 835: Chapter 760: Andre
Duke’s Spiritual Power swept carefully, cautiously across the valley floor, probing the situation here.
Level 2 Lifeforms, eight.
One of them had a particularly powerful aura, a whole level above the others. It should be the tribal leader, a Level 2 Peak. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Level 1 Lifeforms, at least two hundred.
And several hundred immature brood and ordinary tribesmen that didn’t even reach Level 1.
This was a medium-sized tribe, several times larger than the one he had wiped out on the Ancient Fairy Plane.
Tight defenses, abundant combat strength.
If he charged in alone head-on, even if he could win, it definitely wouldn’t be easy.
Then he saw that banner.
In the dead center of the pool, there was a massive boulder protruding from the water’s surface.
A Six-Ring Tower banner was planted atop the boulder, the flag gently fluttering in the breeze, the runes on it faintly glowing.
That glow wasn’t decoration; it was a special mark of the exam field, a marker that every resource point would have.
Duke’s gaze fell on that banner, then on those eight Level 2 Lifeforms, and finally on the hundreds of Lizardmen.
The value of this resource point was probably no lower than the Star Gold from the first day.
He was in the middle of calculating, when he suddenly sensed movement on the other side of the valley.
Several figures shot out from behind a hill, rushing toward the valley.
At the front was a tall, broad-shouldered young Warlock, his dark red Magic Robe emblazoned with Blood Rose patterns especially eye-catching under the sun.
Two people followed behind him, wearing the Seville Empire’s dark red uniforms, marching in lockstep, faces expressionless.
Andre.
Duke knew him, and had seen this name on the Illusion Tower ranking.
Andre was Blood Rose’s core member second only to Audric, ranked fourth on the Illusion Tower.
Although he wasn’t on Audric’s overwhelming level of Talent, being able to rank fourth out of hundreds of geniuses meant his strength was absolutely nothing to scoff at.
Duke’s Spiritual Power lingered on Andre for a brief instant, then swiftly withdrew.
Andre had clearly not come alone. At his side there were only two Wizards of the Seville Empire, with Audric nowhere in sight.
It seemed the teleportation had split them up, and Andre had temporarily teamed up with these two.
The Water Lizardman sentries spotted the intruders, their sharp screeches cutting through the air.
The entire valley boiled over in an instant.
The eight Level 2 Lizardmen burst out from their respective stone huts, rapidly converging on the edge of the valley.
Hundreds of Level 1 Lizardmen followed behind them, densely occupying every vantage point within the valley.
They did not launch a rash attack, but instead formed neat formations, the Scale Armor on their bodies shimmering with a dim blue light—that was Water Element energy rapidly circulating.
The strongest leader stood at the very front, gripping a massive bone trident, its emerald-green eyes fixed on Andre and his two companions, a deep menacing growl rumbling in its throat.
Andre halted his steps, standing at the valley’s rim, looking down on those Lizardmen from above.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, that smile nearly identical to Audric’s—arrogant, unruffled, not putting anyone in his eyes.
Duke hid underground, motionless.
If Andre and the others struck first and both sides ended up heavily wounded, he might be able to find an opening to seize the resources.
Andre took a step forward.
His figure began to twist, a kind of uncontrollable swelling erupting from deep within his bones.
The Magic Robe split apart, revealing the body beneath, covered in dark red Scale Armor.
That Scale Armor wasn’t the rough keratin of Lizardmen, but something smoother and harder, like metal that had been polished for millennia.
Andre’s back arched up, and two thick Bone Spikes tore through the skin at his shoulder blades, stabbing outward.
Between the Bone Spikes, a pair of dark red flesh wings slowly unfurled.
The wing membranes were as thin as cicada wings, covered with fine golden patterns, faintly glowing under the sunlight.
His spine extended downward, a thick, long tail sprouting from his coccyx; at the tip, a scimitar-like Bone Blade scraped lightly across the ground, making the hard rock slice open like tofu.
The most terrifying part was his head. freёwebnovel.com
Andre’s central face did not change, but on either side of his neck, two new faces were growing.
The face on the left had no eyes, only a mouth full of fangs, constantly opening and closing, letting out a soundless roar.
The face on the right had no mouth, only a huge vertical eye, the eyeball spinning madly in its socket, sweeping across everything around.
And the front face was still Andre’s own appearance, but his eyes had turned a bloody crimson, the pupils vertical like a snake’s.
A three-faced humanoid form—this was the bloodline of some ancient Demon.
Duke had once read some material: those who carried this bloodline were invincible in close combat, unfazed by ranged attacks, with virtually no weaknesses.
Andre rolled his neck, producing crisp cracking sounds.
He lowered his head to look at those Water Lizardmen, the corners of his mouth splitting wider to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth.
"Kill."
His voice had changed; it was no longer a human voice, but all three faces speaking at once, triple tones overlapping, like a demon’s whisper.
Andre’s figure vanished from where he stood.
An instant later, he appeared before the Lizardman Leader.
His speed was so fast there wasn’t even an afterimage, as if he had simply teleported.
His claws tore through the air with a shrill howl, striking straight at the leader’s throat.
The leader raised the trident to block, and the deafening clang of impact sent several nearby Lizardmen staggering backward.
The leader was blasted back three steps, the tiger’s mouth of its hands splitting open, green blood dripping down the shaft of the trident.
Andre didn’t budge an inch. The face on the left snapped its maw wide open and lunged at a Level 2 Lizardman to the side.
