When the financial manager picked up the whole pot of hot soup and was about to splash it on Charlotte, Levy raised her hand and wrote in the air, her fair fingers outlining mysterious ancient Solid Script Magic.
"Sober · ע ר י ם!"
The golden Solid Script Magic flew to the ceiling of the hall, then exploded, turning into countless golden dust, scattering on the chaotic caravan members.
The originally angry and out-of-control caravan members all stopped their movements, their ferocious expressions softened, and their eyes gradually regained clarity.
"What... what's going on?" Charlotte rubbed her temples, apparently not yet fully recovered from the previous emotions.
Ezreal's gaze gradually turned cold, and he explained, "There are also skilled Mages in Dark Guilds; it's a rare type of mental manipulation magic."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hotel door was suddenly kicked open by a huge force.
Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter, three figures slowly walked in.
"Hahaha, no wonder you could take out two waves of our men; your strength is indeed good." The leading man wore a black cloak and a ferocious ghost mask on his face, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
Behind him stood two other people.
One was tall and thin, wearing a black robe, with a pitch-black crow perched on his shoulder, and his eyes gleamed with an eerie green light.
The other was a one-eyed man, his bare upper body covered with strange tattoos, his eyes blood-red, as if eroded by some dark power.
"Phantom Lord Guild people..." Ezreal took a deep breath, and white light flickered in the depths of his pupils.
The ghost-masked man smiled, his voice tinged with mockery, "That's right, we are the Phantom Lord Guild's Ghost Troupe. Tonight, your journey ends here."
Jet slightly raised his cowboy hat, his eyes glowing green, and his tone carried a hint of disdain, "Do all you Dark Guilds specialize in big talk?"
The one-eyed man grinned, revealing a ferocious smile, "Kid, don't be too arrogant. We're not like those useless Mages."
The black-cloaked man gently stroked the crow on his shoulder and whispered, "Stop talking nonsense, let's do this."
Before he finished speaking, the ghost-masked man suddenly raised his hand, and an invisible mental wave instantly spread out.
The caravan members, who had just recovered their calm, fell into chaos again, with some even starting to attack each other.
"Oh no, his mental control magic has started again!" Levy frowned, quickly writing "Sober · ע ר י ם" in the air, trying to dispel the opponent's magic again.
The Solid Script Magic turned into golden dust that rained down on the caravan members.
However, this time the effect was significantly weaker; most people only briefly slowed down before continuing their frantic attacks on those around them.
The ghost-masked man's mental control magic was clearly much stronger than before.
"It's useless; your resistance is futile." The ghost-masked man sneered, his voice carrying a hint of triumph.
At the same time, the one-eyed man lunged at Jet, his fist wrapped in dark power, smashing fiercely towards his face.
Jet quickly dodged, a green magic circle appearing under his feet, and he counterattacked with a "God's Foot · Poison Gas Kick."
The black-cloaked man stood aside, and the crow on his shoulder let out a piercing shriek, then transformed into countless black crows, Pounce Levy and Lucy.
"Watch out!" Droy quickly threw out a handful of seeds, and thorns rapidly grew, forming a barrier that blocked the crows' attack.
This was Lucy's first time facing such a battle scene directly, and she instinctively hid behind Ezreal, but besides panic, there was also determination in her eyes.
The blonde girl's hand was already gripping the keyring at her waist.
Ezreal sat steadily in his chair, his gaze calmly sweeping across the battlefield.
From his shadow, black smoke slowly rose, and a giant Evil Wolf head gradually emerged, its crimson eyes fixed on the ghost-masked man.
"Have you thought of your last words?" Ezreal's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Kid, who do you think you're talking to..." The ghost-masked man's tone was dismissive, but the next second, he suddenly felt his entire body's blood freeze.
The black smoke Evil Wolf head rising from Ezreal's shadow opened its gaping maw, two clusters of bloody flames wildly spun in its eye sockets, and countless twisted blood vessel patterns appeared in the air.
Illusion Magic · Demon Eye!
The moment the Evil Wolf's eyes met the ghost-masked man's across three meters, countless terrifying images exploded on the opponent's retina.
He saw his entire body covered in maggots, his flesh peeling off in strips, pale fingers growing from his throat, and his eyeballs pierced by steel needles, with hundreds of rotting faces reflected in the needle tips.
"Ah ah ah—!" The ghost-masked man suddenly fell to his knees, his ten fingers digging deeply into his eye sockets.
The veins in his neck bulged, inhuman roars squeezed from his throat, and black blood gushed from all seven orifices simultaneously.
The Evil Wolf passed through his body as black smoke, and the hall chandelier suddenly flickered as the Evil Wolf's claw swept past.
When the lights stabilized and brightened again, the ghost-masked man remained frozen in place, still scratching his face, his flesh under the mask visibly decaying and blackening at a rapid pace.
His flesh made a sizzling sound, as if doused with sulfuric acid.
"So noisy." Ezreal raised his hand and snapped his fingers; the Evil Wolf suddenly turned back and swallowed the entire ghost-masked man into the black smoke.
The bone-grinding sound of bones shattering was heard, and the moment the black smoke retracted into the shadow, only a few drops of foul, putrid blood remained on the ground.
The entire hall fell into a brief silence. Without the masked man's magic influence, the caravan members also regained their senses and, seeing the battle erupt, instinctively retreated to the corners of the hall.
The one-eyed tattooed man, who was entangled with Jet, suddenly stumbled backward, the evil spirit tattoos on his bare skin wriggling frantically.
A fist-sized tumor suddenly bulged on his left arm, and his right hand, with bulging veins, pointed at Ezreal: "You dare... you dare to kill Big Brother!"
"Don't rush to mourn; I'll send you to join him soon." Ezreal crossed his legs, tapping his fingertips on the table, "Levy, these two guys are yours."
"Just what I wanted!" Green light ignited in Jet's eyes under the brim of his cowboy hat, and his heels scraped sparks across the floor.
The Solid Script Magic of Speed · מ ה י ר ו ת suddenly lit up on his back, his entire speed dramatically increasing, instantly turning him into an afterimage.
The one-eyed man hastily raised his hand to block, but only grabbed air.
The sole of a shoe, carrying poison gas, heavily kicked his lower back, and green poisonous mist frantically drilled into his pores.
"God's Foot · Seven Consecutive Poisons!"
Seven green afterimages exploded in the hall as Jet flashed around the one-eyed man like a poisonous scorpion.
Each time the sole of his shoe contacted the skin, new poison gas was injected into the opponent's body.
The one-eyed man suddenly roared, his entire body's tattoos glowing red, and his physique swelled to over three meters tall.
His thrown punches carried a sonic boom, but Jet easily dodged them just before they could land.
Facing the transformed enemy, Jet not only showed no fear but a hint of mocking smile appeared on his face.
Levy's slender fingers continuously wrote in the air, and golden Solid Script Magic wrapped around Jet's limbs like chains.
"Strength · כ ו ח!"
"Knight א ב י ר!"
Jet's leg muscles swelled, and emerald poisonous mist solidified into sharp spikes; his feet looked like two green poison fangs.
When the one-eyed man threw another punch, a whip kick wrapped in poisonous spikes precisely hit his elbow joint. Amidst the sizzling sound of burning flesh, his entire arm exploded into a bloody mist.
"Impossible... my Evil Spirit power..." The one-eyed man fell to his knees, the tattoos under his skin struggling and twisting like living things.
Jet's mixed toxins were having a wild party in his bloodstream, and the left side of his face had already rotted to the bone.
Jet stepped on his intact right hand, and the poisonous mist solidified into a dagger, which he used to slit the opponent's throat: "Next life, remember not to transform in front of someone who plays with poison."
"You let the toxins enter your body and still dared to frantically activate your magic power, wishing to die faster, huh?"
At the same time, Droy was engaged in a plant battle with the crow man.
This tall and thin-looking guy was also a rare user of summoning magic.
However, he could only summon crows imbued with dark power.
These crows were generally weak individually, but the crow man could summon them in large numbers, and he didn't seem to suffer any backlash when they were killed.
Two three-meter-tall spiky cacti moved with clumsy steps, cornering their opponent.
Whenever the crow man tried to summon a flock of crows, hundreds of spikes would shoot out like a rainstorm.
"New toy come on stage!" Droy suddenly flicked out a pearl-white seed.
The seed instantly bloomed into a two-meter-diameter water lily upon landing, with silver pollen continuously falling from between its petals.
The crow man waved his sleeve to disperse the pollen, but suddenly felt his eyelids grow heavy.
By the time he realized something was wrong, the two cacti had already opened their massive, fanged mouths, and thousands of spikes poured out like a Gatling gun.
"Sleeping Flower · Requiem Incense!"
The silver pollen clung to the crows' feathers, and the dense black crows fell like dumplings.
The crow man barely managed to raise his hand to form a seal, but found his magic power sluggish, as if trapped in a mire.
In the last moment, he saw hundreds of blood flowers bloom on his chest, with spikes creating over a hundred blood holes in his heart area.
As the last enemy fell, the hall clock pointed exactly to nine o'clock.
Levy closed her floating magic book, and a golden "Cleanse" rune swept across the floor, instantly making the bloodstains and battle marks disappear.
The caravan members stared dumbfounded at the unharmed young men and women.
Lucy's hand, clutching her Celestial Spirit keys, trembled slightly, but her eyes burned with a fervent glow—this was what a true Mage was!
"Well done." Ezreal stood up, brushed the biscuit crumbs off his clothes, and turned to Charlotte with a smile, "I suggest sending the compensation bill to the Phantom Lord Guild, although they probably can't afford it."
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