Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 183: Battle of Mages 2

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"This truly is a miraculous drug! How did they manage to make it?"

Helen saw the exposed arms of the opponents, their muscles seeming on the verge of exploding. Although she had some minor achievements in magical drug research, she had never seen or heard of a drug with such extraordinary effects.

"Sister, now is not the time to be curious!"

Though she said that, Ladia also felt a bit puzzled. Combining Austin's description and the physical changes in their enemies, the dosage they took should have driven them to lose their sanity. Yet, their current mental state seemed perfectly fine.

Could it be that the mental power of mages is stronger than that of ordinary people? Or has this drug been improved in some way?

Helen's voice sounded in her ear, "Got it! Are you ready over there?"

"Ready!"

The two women simultaneously pointed their fingers towards the ground ahead!

Once again, the pursuers found themselves witnessing an unbelievable sight.

The ground where they pointed actually started wriggling, as if something underground was about to emerge.

The five mages halted in their tracks, their eyes widening at this surreal scene.

Is this "Mud Marsh Arts"? Attempting to obstruct our path? No, this definitely doesn't resemble Mud Marsh Arts.

The ground continued to squirm rapidly, cracking open fissures. Everyone could now see that something was indeed emerging from below.

Suddenly, two large hands burst out from the ground, followed by two massive heads, then each creature's other hand, and finally the entire bodies of two monsters emerged from the ground.

These were creatures the pursuers had never seen before, covered entirely in thick mud, or more likely — their bodies were actually made of mud.

Standing over two meters tall, with fists the size of cooking pots, thicker and stronger arms and legs even compared to those enhanced by drugs, they exuded an overwhelming pressure.

The monsters remained silent, swinging their fists as they charged towards the mages.

"Hold them off! Hold them off!"

The leader of the pursuers shouted loudly.

Normally, they might have been intimidated, but under the influence of the drug, their courage was bolstered.

The leader and one of his men engaged one mud monster, while the other three faced the second monster.

One monster swiftly swung its fist, landing a solid blow on the leader's face.

The leader cried out in pain and staggered back. His face was caked in mud, resembling someone who had just been knocked down by a dog and then gotten up again. Mud filled his eyes and nostrils, making it difficult for him to see or breathe properly.

He hurriedly wiped the mud off his face and forcefully blew air out of his nose, trying to clear the dirt from his nostrils. To his dismay, along with the mud came a spurt of blood.

What made him feel even worse was that his teeth suddenly felt loose, as if they might fall out with a gentle touch of the tongue.

"Argh! I'll fight you to the death!"

Now he had truly lost his composure. Ignoring his extremely disheveled appearance, he rushed forward to battle the mud monster.

"Sister! This is our chance!"