How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 53 Counterattack Against Adversity

A series of "bang" sounds rang out.

The armored warrior's two-handed sword slashed down continuously like a heavy hammer.

A tremendous force surged wildly into his palm through the hilt of the scimitar.

Kane retreated step by step, his palms cracking from the continuous impact.

But he quietly repaired his wounds using his immortality, while his brain worked at lightning speed, constantly analyzing the situation.

"The enemy is too powerful, and definitely has a class characteristic related to heavy blows."

Kane knew that upon entering Tier 2, each class would unlock at least one more class trait.

But Kane's biggest question was whether the warrior was human or a corpse.

After all, according to common sense, after a professional dies, their muscles will gradually stiffen and become rigid over time.

Such a corpse can at most become an ordinary zombie, except that it is slightly stronger.

But the armored knight before them was completely different.

His movements were swift and decisive; every swing of his sword and turn was clean and efficient.

This is what made Kane suspicious.

"Never mind, let's give it a try."

After what seemed like the umpteenth clash of swords, Kane noticed that the warrior's hands were already soaked with rainwater.

With a thought, he immediately used his curved blade to deflect the opponent's sword, using the reaction force of the collision to deflect the force.

At the same time, he accelerated with the force of his legs, his figure flashed, and the curved blade slashed at the opponent's gauntlets.

Under the enchantment of the Frostbite Scimitar, a layer of white frost instantly condensed on the gauntlets, and the cold air spread along the metal surface.

But the next moment, Kane's brows furrowed tightly.

The armored warrior seemed completely unaffected by the cold.

Before the frost on his gauntlets had even dissipated, he suddenly swung his two-handed sword, slashing down heavily with a whooshing sound.

Kane reacted extremely quickly, accelerating his legs again and suddenly dodging to the side and backward.

The massive two-handed sword narrowly missed him, allowing him to create some distance as he dodged, his judgment becoming increasingly clear:

"Unaffected by the Frostbite Trick, he's likely a corpse like the goblin, but where did he get a second-tier professional's corpse?"

"If that's the case, then judging from the degree of rigor mortis, the time of death may be less than a day."

"I need to think of another way to deal with this."

Kane had just made up his mind when the unexpected happened.

With a muffled thud, the armored warrior suddenly rammed into him.

Kane's eyes narrowed, and he used his knife to lift up the corpse of the Quassamon at his feet, using it as a shield in front of himself.

The next moment, the armored warrior swung his two-handed sword down fiercely.

"Whoosh."

The corpse of the Quassamon was instantly cut in two.

Dark red blood, mixed with a foul stench, splattered out, and a pungent stench assaulted the senses.

Kane took this opportunity to retreat and readjust his fighting stance.

To his surprise, the armored knight did not continue the pursuit.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared again.

It's the necromancer Flynn.

He slowly walked to the corpse of the Quassamon, which had been split in two, bent down slightly, and shook his head in feigned sorrow.

"You actually killed my father!"

Flynn's voice was choked with a deliberately feigned sob.

Kane's eyes were cold, and his tone was indifferent:

"Would it hurt to tell you?"

"Of course I will."

As Flynn spoke, a strange smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"But can't you do it?"

He grinned, but his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Alvin, take off your helmet."

Upon hearing that familiar name, Kane's pupils contracted slightly.

He looked at the armored warrior, who slowly raised his hand and removed his helmet.

That face belonged to Captain Alvin, whom Kane had met briefly in the underground passage and who had vowed to avenge his subordinates.

At this moment, Alvin's eyes were devoid of any light, only filled with a deathly silence and sorrow.

His face was pale and swollen, and his skin was covered with light purple bruises.

Kane shifted his gaze from Alvin's face, slowly turned his head, and stared intently at Flynn.

"How could you possibly kill him?"

Kane's voice carried a subtle hint of seriousness.

"It wouldn't be difficult for a second-tier warrior to escape, especially since as a squad leader, his residence would definitely be guarded by the city guards."

Flynn spread his hands, a maniacal smile spreading across his face.

"Is it difficult? But even second-tier professionals are human. As human, they have weaknesses."

His gentle expression vanished completely, his lips parted in an exaggerated grin, and his eyes were filled with madness.

"I simply resurrected his child's corpse using a secondary activated corpse technique and then had that corpse fight against him."

"As a result, the company commander did not resist and let the corpse plunge the sword into his chest."

"It was just a corpse."

Flynn chuckled and continued.

"Fortunately, you appeared at this time."

"Otherwise, if he stays in rigor mortis for another day, his body's flexibility will be completely destroyed, and he won't be able to become such a perfect corpse."

He looked at Kane, his eyes filled with even more madness.

"So-called family affection is such a convenient thing."

"Isn't that right, Lord Kane, the murderer of his relatives!"

Kane stared blankly at Flynn's crazed face, remained silent for a moment, and then softly uttered three words:

"You deserve to die."

Before he finished speaking, Kane's blood began to flow faster.

He charged toward Flynn like a beast poised to pounce, his killing intent sharp and menacing.

Flynn's expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated all of this.

next moment.

"Alvin" charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.

The two figures collided with a loud crash, and the scimitar and the two-handed sword intertwined once again.

The dense clanging of metal echoed repeatedly, carrying far through the rain.

Kane's palms cracked repeatedly from the constant impacts, only to heal rapidly thanks to his immortality, a cycle that repeated itself.

Alvin's movements remained consistently steady and precise, without the slightest flaw.

After several exchanges, Kane was clearly at a disadvantage.

Although they were able to parry, they had no chance to retaliate.

Flynn stood to the side, his expression shifting slightly as he watched Kane's fierce battle in the rain, his eyes filled with interest.

"What kind of professional is he? Not only can he use magic, but he also seems to have acquired other abilities from the Stigmata Ritual."

"Those idiots say they want to catch him, but why should I listen to them? I'm a necromancer."

His gaze fell on Kane's body, revealing undisguised greed.

Although Kane was at a disadvantage, he remained calm.

But Alvin was, after all, a second-tier professional, whose physical abilities completely overwhelmed him.

Moreover, becoming a zombie grants immortality, unless the corpse is completely destroyed, but doing so...

"Perhaps, we can only gamble on the necromancer's professional habits."

Kane deliberately slowed his movements by half a beat, his shoulders slumping slightly, pretending to be powerless to continue.

Upon seeing this, Flynn immediately revealed a knowing smile, and his mouth moved slightly.

"The Wedge of the Soul!"

An invisible energy wedge appeared out of thin air and instantly entered Kane's body, who was fighting Alvin.

Kane's body stiffened abruptly, his movements momentarily halting.

"Alvin" seized this opening and thrust his two-handed sword forward with a sudden burst.

The sharp blade pierced Kane's abdomen and emerged from his back.

Kane looked down at the blade that had pierced his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the cold blade.

Alvin suddenly drew his sword again.

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of Kane's mouth and dripped down his chin.

He slowly closed his eyes and collapsed limply into the mud.

Flynn slowly walked forward and looked down at Kane, who had fallen to the ground.

"Although the Mind Wedge doesn't affect you much, when fighting a Tier 2 warrior, even a moment's carelessness can be fatal."

His expression remained neither sad nor happy, and he regained his gentle demeanor.

"Kane... the most perfect demon child in legend, you're nothing but a joke."

"Oh well, another good corpse."

"I wonder what kind of expression the Night's Watch will have when they see this corpse."

After Flynn finished speaking, he squatted down and prepared to examine the body.

He wanted to see where Kane, as the son of the devil, had undergone a "mutation" in his body.

But at that moment...

Kane's corpse suddenly reached out and clamped down on his ankle!

"Flynn...pay the price."

Seeing the granulation tissue moving at the wound on Kane's abdomen, it began to revive and heal once again.

"Damn it, flesh and blood are regenerating!"

Flynn's expression changed drastically.

He was startled and immediately had a thought.

Without hesitation, "Alvin" swung his two-handed sword and slammed it down heavily on the ground once more.

But Kane held Flynn's hand tightly and suddenly pulled hard!

Flynn lost his balance and involuntarily leaned forward.

Alvin's two-handed sword came crashing down, striking Flynn precisely in the abdomen in his horrified gaze.

The sharp blade ripped open his abdomen, and his internal organs gushed out mixed with blood.

Flynn let out a piercing scream, and his eyes gradually lost their light.

Without command, "Alvin" stood frozen in place, motionless.

Kane sighed softly, walked up to "Alvin," and gently closed his wide-open eyes.

"Captain, you have kept your promise."

It was as if I heard those words.

Alvin's body crashed to the ground.

It slammed heavily into the mud, splashing up a cloud of filthy mud.

It's still raining.

And the lower it gets, the bigger it gets.

The cold rain lashed against Kane's face and body.

The bloodstains and mud on his body were washed away and scattered.

He stood in the rain, looking at the two cold corpses before him.

He let out a slow sigh.

"The dust has settled."

"Next, we need to think about how to handle the aftermath."

His gaze finally settled on Alvin's corpse.