Chapter 629

The lobby was silent for a few seconds.

The men who were talking loudly looked at Athena who came in from the door, and their eyes showed surprise. Such a beautiful female warrior with a unique temperament and strong strength can be seen at a glance, even in the New World where there are countless extraordinary people.

The few women present were full of envy for Athena's looks and smooth skin.

call out!

Some people had already drank a lot, their spirits were high, they forgot their usual caution, whistled involuntarily, and looked at Athena with aggression and teasing gestures.

"Beautiful girls!"

"Hahaha..." The men roared with laughter.

When someone took the lead, everyone became more courageous. Whistles sounded one after another, and some people even uttered obscenities while drinking, and the hall cheered.

They didn't dare to do anything to Athena, but the maids in the hotel suffered.

"ah……"

Amidst the screams, a maid was hugged into his arms by the man beside him, rough and powerful palms scratched at her body, but his eyes were fixed on Athena, and a wanton smile appeared from his mouth.

Athena frowned.

These men's jokes are more about their admiration for their own beauty. Although some people have dirty thoughts, as long as they don't show it, she won't mind.

But such obscenity goes too far.

She stopped in her footsteps, hesitating whether to make a move, when an emotionless voice sounded beside her.

"snort."

The indifferent cold hum made everyone in the lobby hear it clearly, as if it was right next to their ears.

Raistlin managed to attract people's attention, and subconsciously cast their gazes.

Then, anyone who looked at him was instantly struck by lightning. They seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, their spirits were strongly shocked, their pupils dilated a few times, their eyeballs were bloodshot, they stood still but trembled and twitched slightly, as if they were about to go crazy.

Some weak-willed people were so frightened that they peed on the spot, but their bodies couldn't control themselves and couldn't move.

Delirium!

This is the ability that comes with the touch of mystery avatar.

It has an effect similar to the "fear technique", which can be released through the eyes, and other people's eye contact with oneself will also be triggered passively.

Of course, not everyone is controlled by delirium.

There were several superhumans with strong wills in the lobby, and some of them possessed magic items of mind protection, which resisted the passively triggered delirium and kept their minds clear.

The Transcendent who ravaged the maid was one of them.

He is a legendary powerhouse, so he dared to provoke Athena unscrupulously. He immediately threw away the maid, stood up and slammed the table, and angrily said: "The new rookie, this is San Fangjige, you can't act wildly." place, better go back to the empire."

The corners of Raistlin's mouth twitched, actually a little surprised.

Sure enough, there is no easy person who can travel in the New World. The other party can not only tell at a glance that he is coming to Albert Bay for the first time, but also guess that he is from the Empire.

I'm afraid other people have also seen it, so they dare to be presumptuous.

Newcomers are always easier to bully.

Raistlin looked at the other party expressionlessly. He was nearly two meters tall, strong and vigorous, wearing dark red enchanted armor, with a two-handed sword leaning on the table, with a domineering demeanor and a fierce face. Great swordsman.

The Great Sword Master was not alone, and the two or three tables of Transcendents nearby should be his subordinates. When the Great Sword Master provoked him just now, more than a dozen people followed him.

It seems that this is a mercenary group or a soul hunting group.

Among them there are many high-level transcendents, more than half of them are above the middle level, and their professional configuration is also very reasonable. In addition to the legendary swordsman who leads them, their average strength is definitely at the upper level in Albert Bay.

The New World is a naked world where the weak prey on the strong and the strong respect.

A great swordsman dares to tease in public, strength is his greatest confidence.

Raistlin glanced at him lightly, his disdainful attitude was evident, and he said in a calm tone, "A small lesson. Whoever dares to look around, be careful with your eyes."

At this time, the Transcendents in the lobby gradually got rid of the delirium technique.

When they heard Raistlin's words, their eyes were filled with fear, and they turned their heads quickly.

The great swordsman sneered, staring at Raistlin and cursing: "I'm Wilson, the leader of the Blood Blade Mercenary Group. I can watch whoever I like, can you control me?"

While speaking, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

Some members of the Blood Blade Mercenary Group also regained their senses, stood up and pulled out their weapons, raised their staffs and longbows, and rushed forward to kill this ignorant wizard as soon as the group leader gave an order.

This group of subordinates gave Wilson more confidence.

His gaze turned to Athena with no scruples in his eyes, and the men of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps also let out strange smiles, completely ignoring Raistlin's threat.

The supernatural beings knew that a fight was going to happen when they saw this situation.

The Blood Blade Mercenary Group is the leader of the Hunter Point Wharf, and the Golden Gate Hotel is where they stay. They usually cause troubles because of their strength. From the head of the group, Wilson, to the members of the group, they are not good people. They are arrogant, domineering, and plundering. Many people have suffered a lot from them, and even lost their lives.

At first glance, these two transcendental beings looked like Imperials who had just arrived in the New World, and they should be very strong. The female warrior who caused the conflict should be a legend, but the young male wizard couldn't see through it, and at most it was a legend.

But how could an ordinary legend be the opponent of the experienced Blood Blade mercenaries?

They are afraid that they will suffer a loss.

Before this idea settled down, people heard the wizard say: "It's okay." Then he pointed at Wilson, obviously wanting to cast a spell.

"you wanna die!"

Wilson's reaction was extremely fast, and before the wizard could make a move, he shouted: "Brothers, give me..." At the same time, he swung his two-handed sword to attack.

Snapped!

A silent whip fell and hit the heads of all the members of the Blood Blade Mercenary Group, causing them to tremble all over, rolling on the ground with their heads in their arms, screaming in pain.

Six-ring psychic spell-mind whip.

Below the legend, unless one is wearing a top-quality mind talisman, or possesses protective elements similar to iron will, it is almost impossible to resist group-wide mental whipping.

Immediately, only Wilson was left charging in the entire blood blade mercenary group.

But he only rushed two or three steps, and he didn't even show his strength. A huge palm emerged from the void. The translucent giant palm was as big as two tables put together, like the hand of a giant Titan. Fast and accurate, he caught the target in one go.

Wilson's whole body was grasped by giant palms, lifting him into the air.

The five fingers of the giant palm contracted inwards. He struggled desperately but it was useless. The seemingly light and transparent palm possessed terrifying power. The sword in both hands was directly crushed. The same goes down.

Wilson's internal organs were instantly squeezed and ruptured, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

"ah!"

Just as Wilson yelled, a thick pillar of flame fell down, pouring it into his mouth precisely to stop the scream.

The "Flame Torrent" also flowed in from the neck, scurrying around inside the armor, burning every inch of his skin. A few seconds later, strands of flames emerged from the gaps in the armor. Through the giant palm, one could see that he had turned into a Pyroman, his whole body was burning.

The vitality of the legendary transcendent is very tenacious, and only the "torrent of flames" with four rings can't burn him to death for a while, but in this case, the strong resilience is a kind of torture instead.

Raistlin's spellcasting was not over.

A "Touch of Pain" with five rings fell instantly and blessed Wilson's body, increasing his pain perception tenfold.

In the end, an invisible sound-proof force field enveloped Wilson, preventing his screams from being heard.

All this happened in an instant.

The other transcendents in the lobby didn't even react, and the battle was over. The members of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps lay on the ground. Wilson was held on top of people's heads by a giant hand, suffering from inhuman pain. His body was burned as fuel, but he didn't make any sound. .

This quiet scene is eerie.

Someone has already recognized the giant palm, the seven-ring spell "Bigby Grasping Palm"!

The Transcendents were silent.

A wizard who can instantly cast seven-ring spells is at least a legendary high-level, and he can instantly cast five spells in one breath, and the number of rings of each spell is not low.

Could it be that he is a holy soul wizard?

There was no sound in the lobby. Several superhumans from the Blood Blade Mercenary Group had already endured the effect of mental whipping, but none of them dared to stand up and fight back, and continued to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Wilson was still caught in the mid-air by the giant palm and burned.

But Raistlin didn't look at him again, walked unhurriedly across the lobby to the hotel counter, and said, "Get one of the best rooms."

The lobby manager behind the counter has long been petrified.

Raistlin waited for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, managed to calm down, and replied respectfully: "Please wait a moment, honored guest."

The lobby manager opened the room as fast as he could in his life, and handed over the key card carefully with both hands. He didn't dare to ask how much to charge, and didn't ask to register his name.

Raistlin put down a few gold shields on the counter before taking the key card.

"Ask you something."

"Guess, please tell me." The lobby manager gave a jolt but did not panic.

Every hotel in Albert Bay is a well-informed place. Selling, entrusting, and passing on news are necessary businesses for hotels to attract guests and increase income.

A sound-proof force field enveloped Raistlin, Athena, and the lobby manager. Raistlin turned his back to the others and asked, "Do you know an elemental shooter named 'Jevesque'? He should be a soul hunter. There is a female teammate named Nilaman."

"I know him, my lord." The lobby manager nodded quickly, "They are all members of the 'Wild Path' soul hunting team, they often come to the hotel, and the whole team is our regular visitor here."

He didn't hide anything, let alone protect the privacy of the guests.

"Can he be reached?" Raistlin asked again.

"No problem." The lobby manager agreed and said enthusiastically, "Mr. Jevesque just hasn't been out hunting recently, and I just saw him the day before yesterday. My lord, do you think I should send someone to inform Mr. Javesque, or ask for his address? Find him by yourself?"

He couldn't figure out whether Raistlin approached Javesk with good intentions or malice, so he didn't dare to make his own decision.

"Ask him to come to the inn to find me, and say it's an old friend's invitation," Raistlin said.

"Yes, my lord."

Raistlin removed the soundproofing force field, turned and went upstairs with Athena.

His figure disappeared upstairs, but Wilson was still burning in mid-air in the lobby, and the superhumans of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps ran out, while several loyal members looked back at the giant he was holding tightly. Palm, hesitated for a moment or fled.

Those transcendental beings who did not conflict with Raistlin stayed and quietly watched Wilson being burned to death.

Some people gloated on their faces.

Wilson, who is usually domineering, not only kicked the iron plate this time, but also kicked his own life.

He struggled frantically in the giant palm, screaming silently.

After a few minutes, Wilson finally stopped moving, his blood evaporated, and his muscles turned into coke. The giant palm squeezed hard, and the red-hot armor in the palm was pinched into a lump of iron, and it was thrown out of the window of the lobby, far into the bay, and sank into the water.

The transparent giant palm also dissipated.

All the transcendents in the lobby breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but look up upstairs, filled with awe of the unknown mysterious wizard in their hearts.

Wilson, known as "Blood Blade", was unable to fight back from the beginning to the end. A legendary swordsman who had experienced many battles was easily crushed to death like an ant.

Such a huge reversal, they will remember it for a lifetime.

The transcendents got up and left one after another. They didn't dare to whisper and guess the origin of the wizard until they were far away from the Golden Gate Hotel. The news that an extremely powerful legendary wizard stayed at the Golden Gate Inn and killed Wilson quickly spread in the Bay of Albert.

Upstairs in the hotel, Athena sat on the balcony enjoying the scenery of the bay.

Even at a distance, she heard rumors.

So he turned around and asked, "Ren, are you going to strike too hard? The great swordsman just took a second look and didn't cause any real damage, so he wouldn't have paid his life for it, right?"

Raistlin, who was sitting on the bed and meditating, opened his eyes and said seriously: "I never kill innocent people, Wilson has a reason for the crime."

"Huh?" Athena didn't understand, "What crime did he commit?"

"He is a follower of the blood god," Raistlin replied.

The first time I saw Wilson, the eyes of the soul saw his beliefs, which were as red as blood, revealing bloody and cruel meanings. This is a follower of the "Blood Lord" Khakasnu. Khakasnu is a standard evil god, possessing three priesthoods of "bloody", "slaughter" and "sacrifice". His followers sacrifice lives to the blood god in exchange for power.

Also because of this bloody sacrificial ceremony, He was called the "Blood God".

Generally, only primitive and ignorant races such as trolls, ogres, or jackals would believe in the blood god.

But there are also a small number of humans and elves who cannot withstand the temptation of power and become His believers. Anyone who believes in the blood god is the most vicious murderer and the craziest executioner.

Sometimes, the evil deeds committed by followers of the blood god are even more heinous than demons.

Wilson thought he was hiding it well, but he couldn't hide it from the eyes of the soul. It's fine if he doesn't come to provoke him, but since he's here, don't blame yourself for being rude, just kill and absorb the soul, and donate dozens of bars of power to yourself.

When Athena heard that she was a follower of the blood god, her expression changed slightly, she nodded and said, "Then he really deserves to die."

Raistlin closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside the guest room, and the lobby manager reported, "Dear guest, Mr. Jevesk has arrived."