Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 21 Melee Mage 520

"A corpse?"

After seeing the melon vendor off at the corner not far away, Mao Die squatted down in front of the five... charred remains of the people who had been wiped out by the fireball, examining their gruesome deaths.

Who created these raging flames that were refined in an instant? Could it be Furlin?

No, it couldn't be her.

Although that girl evolved into a world-destroying expert in the later stages, she is still just a fire-type newbie whose spellcasting is random. How could she possibly get a big guaranteed win?

Or perhaps...Ignis?

"Mana Capture..."

Although Modie couldn't pinpoint the location as precisely as Ivinel, he was still a virtual magic user and could at least discern the quality of magic power.

"let me see."

Fire element... second only to the Fourteen Void Gods?

If they were just petty thugs, neither Modie nor Yvonne would have thought much of it.

But if it were a great mage whose identity was unknown, and who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, even someone as powerful as Mao Die couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

It seems... something bad is about to happen!

at the same time……

"You insolent bunch, release me at once!"

In the dark and deep sewers, in a secluded corner unknown to anyone, a noblewoman is putting on a 1 vs. 4 showdown with the new kidnappers.

"I will never forgive you! My mother will never let you get away with this! You're all dead!"

Her noble dignity wouldn't allow her to lower her proud head. Even as the leader approached with a rope and a wicked grin, she, tightly bound by four men, continued to utter harsh words.

She can be weak, but she cannot accept bowing down to the enemy; dignity is her bottom line.

Of course, the robbers didn't make things too difficult for her. They only "accidentally" tore her stockings during the fight. Other than that, she was still dressed neatly, and her slender figure was not defiled.

"Are all noble ladies this brainless? Looks like you haven't figured out the situation yet!"

The leader grabbed the girl's long hair and roughly pulled her, causing her to fall to the ground and into the sewage.

"How rude...how rude!"

She struggled to lift her head, and by sheer coincidence, she bumped into the snare that was lying in wait.

"Tighten the rope! I don't want to kill her and draw blood!"

Even thugs have their own beliefs—orthodox religion.

However, the true nature of Orthodox Christians can be discerned from these five individuals—

Murdering a complete stranger in the prime of life is acceptable as long as money is paid, as long as no blood is drawn, because that is a serious crime according to dogma.

Orthodox Christianity is a religion with extreme double standards, and Orthodox Christians are nothing but hypocritical sycophants.

"What hypocritical believers... cough..."

The strong girl cursed angrily, her trembling legs already bending at the knees, but she refused to give up.

The men pulled hard from behind, while the girl clung desperately to the rope, staggering backward and clinging to it, managing to stay alive for a few more seconds through sheer will to live.

"Quickly, hold her down and stop her from moving around!"

The leader of the robbers panicked.

He was in charge of pulling the rope, while his three underlings rushed forward and pounced on the still unyielding Furlyn.

"That's too much...you've gone too far!"

The girl muttered to herself, her usually sunny face now clouded with an unprecedented gloom.

Unfortunately, Mao Die had not yet arrived, and the four people present were unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

They angered a sleeping tigress.

"Drink!"

Her angry shout startled the leader, who unintentionally tightened the rope.

Fueling her anger, Furlyn turned the tables and used the opponent's strength to her advantage, gripping the rope tightly and leaping into the air.

Let's turn the tide, open!

"Go to hell!"

She leaped forward and kicked, her little leather shoe slamming into the chest of the nearest person. The heel struck the ribs with a crisp sound, the echo reverberating in the chest as a dull, heavy blow.

The first villain coughed up blood, his eyes widened, his outstretched arms stiffened, and he fell straight down.

As for Furlyn, while subduing her opponent with one kick, she also used the momentum to jump to the side, and like doing centrifugal motion, she spun around and launched a flying kick at another opponent.

"Huh?!"

Before the second villain could defend himself, he saw his fallen companion and noticed Furlyn's divine kick. He was momentarily overloaded with frustration and didn't know what to do.

The girl's amazing flexibility and fully extended legs were like a sword swing, and just like that, the little leather shoe chopped from the side, and the heel that landed on her neck was far faster than a hand chop.

His neck ruptured violently, his neck spasmed like a spring, and he instantly rolled his eyes back, collapsing stiffly into a corpse.

"ha!"

The person holding the rope pulls it with one hand, while their gloved right hand is about to cast a spell.

Although Furlyn is not good at using magic, she is very sensitive to dangerous magic.

Driven by survival instinct, or perhaps fueled by adrenaline, she decisively loosened the noose and slipped out by pulling her neck in.

She switched to centrifugal motion and headed straight for the third villain, who had more time to react than the first two.

"slow!"

He raised his elbow to block, thinking he could use his strength to turn Furlyn's attack into a futile effort.

But even the greatest strength cannot overcome dexterity. The girl's left foot hooked around the back of his head like a small hook, while her right leg curled up and wrapped around his back.

And so, her slender waist unleashed astonishing core strength, executing a 180-degree death entanglement around the burly man's neck.

She dodged the elbow strike and straddled him, locking his neck firmly behind her.

In his fury, he had barely touched her leg when he heard the girl's angry and humiliating shout—

"You don't deserve it!"

She didn't have time to strangle him, so in a fit of anger she used the legendary thigh twist, breaking his neck directly.

The third one died.

"It's time to end this!"

A short distance away from her, having confirmed that his teammates were dead, the leader had already gathered enough fiery energy in his palm to create a crater in the ground.

The girl leaped off the horse, but landed on the ground in a panic—

My spellcasting skills are not good enough, and it's too late to rush in and fight. There's nowhere to escape either.

The mutant melee mage was her limit, and this was by no means a stroke of luck, but entirely due to the grueling training she received from her mother, the Imperial Tiger, when she was a child.

Etiquette is important to learn, knowledge is important, but self-protection skills are even more essential.

Other girls practice swordsmanship for beauty, but she does it to increase her combat power.

Other girls dance for beauty, but she dances to improve her posture and footwork.

Other girls do posture exercises for beauty, but she does them for coordination and flexibility.

In short, the grueling training she endured as a child not only transformed her into a great beauty but also helped her survive today's calamity.

But all of this was defeated by the overwhelming numerical difference in the face of powerful magic, and was about to come to an end.

"Turn to ashes—"

The spellcaster, determined to succeed, roared loudly, and the flames that suddenly ignited in his hands were as arrogant as he was. The heat wave spread to every part of the sewers, and the underground roar was deafening.

This is the supreme masterpiece of the fire element, known as—

"Nuclear explosion!"

"Zero Incantation..."

Your magic is powerful, but if I were to unleash my superior "Silence," how would you respond?

Mao Die had been watching the battle from behind the corner for a long time, and his sudden attack was intentional.

Rescuing the damsel in distress was just a matter of course for him, and he stayed in the back to observe, mainly to conceal his own identity.

"Silence" is a spell exclusive to Sivalier, so how could Modie possibly use it?

Therefore, in order not to reveal his identity, he chose to hide in the back and cast spells in a low voice, which just happened to put both Furlin and the enemy in a silence zone.

"What's going on?"

The gang leader stared at his hands in astonishment, completely baffled.

"Insolent fool!"

The quick-witted girl regained her senses in time, raised her leg, and kicked the enemy's demon ball to pieces.

Who says leather shoes aren't a powerful weapon with double-strike potential?

"Looks like I'm not too late?"

True heroes often emerge from the darkness, making a last-minute comeback.