How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 51 Rathill Massacre

As the journey continued, similar low wooden houses came into view one after another.

He would go inside to investigate whenever he smelled blood.

Without exception, all the residents were dead, their deaths gruesome.

Some had their limbs brutally chopped up, some had only a few shallow scratches on their bodies, and some were killed with a single blow.

But regardless of how they died, all the victims' faces were etched with terror, their eyes empty and filled with despair.

Kane would stop and close the eyes of each corpse he saw before moving on to the next one.

But the killing intent in his heart was already boiling.

As he continued forward, a figure hanging atop the garbage mountain came into his view.

He was a sheriff.

Unlike the other victims, the sheriff showed no fear on his face.

There was only anger in them, their wide-open eyes seemed to be accusing something.

But his death was extremely tragic, with insulting marks carved into his face with a knife.

Kane climbed the garbage mountain and carefully removed the sheriff's body.

He laid the body flat on the ground and gently closed his eyes.

Staring into that angry face, he said in a low voice:

"Don't worry, I will personally avenge the blood debt you and these innocent civilians have committed."

He looked up at the dark, rainy night.

The rain lashed his face, icy cold, but it did nothing to extinguish the fire of anger in his heart.

……

Time slips away, bit by bit.

The rain became more intense.

Kane's figure blended into the rain, the cold rain soaking him completely.

Her hair clung to her cheeks, and her vision was somewhat blurred by the rain.

But for him, this environment was just right.

He closed his eyes and used water manipulation techniques to control the surrounding rain.

In that instant, the rain seemed to transform into his eyes.

With him at the center, every movement within thirty feet can be seen clearly, without any blind spots.

Kane drew his scimitar and continued deeper into the junkyard.

The cold rain slid down the blade, splashing tiny droplets on the ground.

Suddenly, through the rain, he sensed movement in the corner of a garbage heap to his left.

He immediately concealed his presence and walked forward silently.

Just then, they saw three vagrants pulling long knives from a woman's corpse, their faces showing cruel smiles.

Kane's anger erupted instantly, and without the slightest hesitation, he charged forward.

The sound of footsteps splashing in the puddles immediately caught the attention of the three waders.

The three immediately turned around and saw that Kane was alone; bloodthirsty smiles appeared on their faces.

Without hesitation, he drew his blade and charged at him.

The leader of the wanderers was quick, clearly a professional, while the other two were slower, indicating they were only apprentices.

As Kane was about to be struck by the blade, the three wanderers' laughter grew even more sinister.

But the next moment, the leader of the wanderers was stunned.

Just as his blade was about to strike Kane's chest, Kane's body dodged to the side in an extremely bizarre manner.

The blade grazed his clothes, causing no harm.

It was as precise as if it had been calculated.

"luck?"

The moment the leader of the wanderers had this thought, he immediately dismissed it himself.

Kane dodged the blades of the other two apprentices with the same precision.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Kane's scimitar suddenly slash down at him.

The leader of the wanderers felt a chill run down his spine. He suppressed his shock, gripped his longsword tightly, and swung it forcefully, wanting to clash head-on with Kane.

"when!"

The two knives clashed violently, the ear-piercing metallic clang echoing through the rainy night.

The leader of the wanderers felt a tremendous force coming from the blade.

A sharp pain shot through his wrist, and the longsword was knocked away, spinning as it fell into the rain.

Before he could recover from the impact of that force...

Kane's scimitar flashed with a cold light as it swiftly slashed towards them.

"How did I get flying?"

The thought flashed through the mind of the leader of the wanderers.

The next second, he saw his headless corpse crash to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain.

His head fell into the trash and rolled around a few times.

He finally stopped beside the body of the female civilian he had killed, his eyes still filled with the horror of his dying moments.

The other two apprentices, witnessing this horrifying scene, were terrified and turned deathly pale.

Gone was his previous arrogance; he turned and tried to run away.

But Kane had already anticipated their moves.

A thought arose.

Two previously knocked-away daggers suddenly shot out from their blind spots, piercing their backs with pinpoint accuracy.

The two groaned and collapsed limply to the ground.

Their blood gushed from their wounds, mingling with the rain.

It slowly flowed into the filthy garbage dump and disappeared without a trace.

Kane bent down and closed the eyes of the murdered woman.

Then he walked past the three corpses expressionlessly, without stopping for a moment.

Continue walking deeper into the landfill.

For the rest of the journey, he relied on his water manipulation skills to sense the location of the enemies around him.

Once the target is spotted, approach it stealthily.

Using the senses gained from water manipulation, one can evade enemy attacks, then accelerate blood flow to instantly boost strength or speed, allowing for immediate annihilation of the opponent.

Using his water manipulation skills, he can accurately sense the location of all enemies within a thirty-foot radius.

With each rise and fall of the blade, a silent slaughter began.

Even the scimitar in his hand had many dents and scratches from repeated clashes with enemy weapons.

What's in the very center?

In the darkness, Kane's face was faintly visible.

His gaze settled on the largest garbage mountain in the middle of the rat hill.

From a distance, he always felt that there was something on the mountaintop.

Because all the members of the underground forces were active around that garbage mountain.

However, before arriving there, he intended to weaken the enemy's manpower as much as possible.

……

Kane hid in a secluded spot at the foot of the largest garbage mountain.

Using his water manipulation skills, he sensed a team of professionals approaching.

This squad consists of about ten people, including warriors, wanderers, rangers, and other professions.

It was clearly an elite squad.

However, this elite team lacked any composure; most of them wore expressions of fear and unease.

After all, they had seen too many of their companions' corpses along the way.

"Definitely a second-tier rogue! Sent by the Night's Watch to take revenge on us!"

"Find him! Kill him! With so many of us, are we afraid we can't handle one person?"

"Damn it! Where is he?"

These professionals drew their weapons and warily surveyed their surroundings.

Then they slowly approached the garbage corner where Kane was hiding.

Kane held his breath and waited patiently.

When a vagrant approached the garbage mountain first, and was only a few steps away from him, the scimitar in his hand was instantly drawn.

Before the loafer could react, he was suddenly attacked and his throat was slit, his body falling to the ground.

The soldiers behind roared in fury as they saw their comrades killed instantly.

He brandished his one-handed hammer and charged fiercely towards Kane.

But he didn't notice the blind spot in his vision.

The dagger in the hand of the wanderer's corpse suddenly pierced through the air and struck his back.

The soldier screamed and staggered forward, crashing heavily to the ground.

The next instant, a cold arrow suddenly shot from behind, aimed straight at Kane's neck.

Kane tilted his head slightly, and the arrow grazed his cheek before embedding itself in the garbage mountain behind him.

Without hesitation, he pushed off with his feet and charged towards the archer like a cheetah.

In a few swift movements, he scrambled over the small hill beside him and appeared before the wandering knight.

The ranger was terrified, clearly not expecting Kane to be so fast.

Without a second thought, he immediately drew his rapier and slashed fiercely at Kane.

Kane's scimitar knocked his rapier away and precisely sliced ​​across his throat.

The wandering knight fell to the ground unwillingly, his blood staining the mud beneath him.

The remaining seven team members were terrified when they saw their three companions killed in an instant.

Despite their fear, they brandished their weapons and surrounded Kane.

Kane stared at them expressionlessly, raising his scimitar once more...

After a while, the rain continued to fall.

The foot of the garbage mountain was littered with corpses; the entire elite ten-man squad had been wiped out.

Among these people, some were killed by Kane who used his water manipulation skills to sense the attack trajectory, evade, and then counterattacked.

Some were ambushed by him using his mage-like hand to control spiked blades;

Others were killed by him after he accelerated his blood flow, using his immense strength to knock their weapons away and then slash them with a single blow.

Kane looked at the corpses lying scattered on the ground, his face showing no emotion.

He stepped over the corpses and walked straight toward the largest mountain of garbage.

At the top of the garbage mountain, there is a simple wooden hut.

Because of the shelter of the wooden house, rainwater could not seep in, so he could not sense what was happening inside.

But he could clearly sense that a dark figure was watching him from inside the cabin, its gaze cold and eerie.

Kane walked slowly, taking one step at a time, his feet sinking into the filthy garbage heap.

His feet were covered in mud and debris, but he didn't care.

Finally, he reached the front of the wooden house and saw the figure inside.

That was the culprit behind this rathill massacre.

"Necromancer Flynn".

Kane spoke, his voice as cold as iron.