Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 182: Battle of Mages 1

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Then you'll have to die!"

Upon hearing these words, Ladia and Helen immediately became fully alert.

Including the leader of the pursuers, there were six others left on their side, with four seemingly taken out by the Eaton guards.

The leader waved his hand, and the other five immediately spread out to both sides, vaguely encircling the two women.

Both sides started chanting almost simultaneously.

After about 10 seconds, the pursuers finished chanting, extending their hands ready to cast spells.

Electricity flickered in each person's hand, as if dreadful thunder was about to burst forth from their grasp.

"Looks like we're in for a tough fight today; it turns out they're all mages."

Despite the grave situation, the Grand Duchess's voice showed no signs of tension or fear.

"Hehe, when was the last time we faced enemies together as mages, Sister Helen?"

"Oh my, I can't even remember anymore. Must have been several years ago."

The leader of the pursuers squinted coldly at them.

"Hmph! Chatting away even at death's door! I'll give you one last chance: surrender to our Arcane Order immediately! Otherwise, I won't spare you just because you're women!"

Ladia said sternly, "Lackeys of the Arcane Order! I have a score to settle with you!"

During the last trip to Frand Port with Paul, it happened to be a special day for her body. Many techniques couldn't be used, and she was easily suppressed by the Arcane Order mage who specialized in self-enhancement. If it weren't for the Count's guards equipped with muskets, their side would have been defeated there.

This left a deep grudge in Ladia's heart. Facing these mages who belonged to the same Arcane Order today was a perfect opportunity to vent her resentment.

The leader of the pursuers burst into laughter.

"So you've had dealings with our organization before? And it looks like you've suffered too? Knowing our strength yet still failing to recognize the situation, women really are big-chested and brainless, even as mages!"

TL Note: This guy doesn't cherish his life

Ladia raised her hand, "Enough talk!"

The leader of the pursuers immediately darted to the side. A small crossbow bolt shot past him from not far away, deeply embedding itself in a tree trunk behind.

He broke out in a cold sweat, annoyed, "Giving wine but taking vinegar! You'll settle accounts in hell! Attack!"

With the leader's command, all six released lightning from their hands simultaneously.

Powerful currents surged toward the two women near the carriage, illuminating the area as brightly as daylight with electric flashes.

However, what horrified the leader of the pursuers beyond measure happened—being the caster himself, he suddenly felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a heavy iron hammer, followed by a powerful force coursing through his entire body, leaving him paralyzed and unable to move.

The dazzling lightning prevented him from seeing what had happened clearly, but he felt like he was about to die.

As the lightning dissipated, two pursuer mages collapsed on the ground instantly, while the remaining four staggered unsteadily, the air filled with a burnt smell.