Warlock of War: My Ares System-Chapter 170 Battle Of The Tormented (20)

"Basic Magic: [Homing Magic Missle],"

I snapped my fingers, and thousands of sharp, magical blue needles with the thickness of my forearm swirled around me.

The air around them vibrated as they swirled faster and faster until I snapped again, releasing them from their vortex and sending them flying at the three men and two women.

As they were also proficient with magic, they sensed the homing magic missiles but were shocked by the speed, power, and overall quantity of the missiles.

Normally, you could only make ten at best, and even then, that's pushing it as the amount of imagination and control you would need would literally just make your brain implode.

"But, I'm a genius," I smirked before the missiles cracked their barrier magic and pushed through, only stopping once they had penetrated the target's heart and made sure they were actually dead.

Obviously, I don't have that much control to the point that I can manipulate thousands of these things, but if I create subconsciousness through magic with the goal of manipulating these things, I could even reach one hundred thousand missiles.

By then, the only thing restricting me is my pool of mana.

"Okay… Any more troublesome people… I guess not. Well, I guess I'll take a look at their treasury," I muttered before skipping into the large fortress, my men slaughtering anybody who attempted to kill me.

After a few minutes of looking, I had finally reached the bottom floor, where a pool of XP greeted me.

"Basic Magic: [Magicians Bomb],"

A bright blue light conjured in my hand, and as the men in front of me realized the threat quickly being made, they charged toward me, hoping to slice my head off before I could throw it at them.

"But it's too late," I smiled and flicked the bomb straight into the crowd.

BOOOOOOOOOM

And just like that, I leveled up. 𝐟𝙧ℯ𝑒𝒘𝐞𝒃𝗻𝒐ѵ𝘦𝑙.com

Leveling up has been troublesome and difficult lately, so large pots of XP like this help me out greatly.

"*yawn*... I'll get some snacks for those monstrous kids as well. Maybe some ancient food artifacts?" I muttered as I broke the lock to a large gate and slowly pushed it open with only an ounce of my strength.

The sound of stone scraping against the polished floor was ear-shattering, but after deafening myself for a bit, I was finally able to infiltrate the treasury without any problems.

I took a quick look around the room, and nothing really caught my eye besides the ten golden standard pills.

"Oh, that's actually pretty good. Did they get this imported from another continent?" I muttered as the only alchemist I was aware of that could create such decent pills lives in one of the outer continents.

I quickly scooped them up and also retrieved a few spatial rings that are essentially space magic backpacks.

The ones I had acquired had enough space to fit an elephant, so I think they should be fine with that much space.

For about an hour, I thoroughly searched through the treasury while also sucking up a few piles of gold coins as my commissioner wasn't paying me very well.

If it wasn't for the fact that a mimic had appeared, I would've let this war fizzle out naturally.

"Trash… Trash… Decent… It's alright… Oh… what do we have here?"

Suddenly, my eyes landed on a single staff with a swirling vortex of wind inside, but what caught my eye wasn't the staff overall… but the power lurking inside of it.

"A spirit king's vortex? Damn… I'm not compatible with it then…."

But, as the staff was pretty good and would most likely sell for a lot, I snatched it up and continued my hunt for anything good.

Though that was the last interesting thing as soon I had searched the entire place, and nothing came up, so I returned to the battlefield… where I saw we were losing?

I looked like an idiot thief who had just gotten caught as most of the soldiers turned towards me, catching a glimpse of me holding a large sack of stuff over my shoulder.

"Axel," I muttered with a cold gaze.

Something must be up… there should be no possible way that we are losing.

"Yes, my lord," A man cloaked in shadows said as he rose from the shadows beside me.

"Place this stuff in your shadows. I don't want to risk losing it because my ring slipped off my finger,"

"As you wish, my lord,"

As Axel's shadows dragged my loot into the abyss, I called my trusty horse back, who arrived in front of me strangely beaten and bruised.

His flames were slowly going out as well, meaning he had been hit by some strong mana.

"I see… So you were the reason why there was so much panic. I'm not surprised," A man with glowing azure-blue hair and sparkling white eyes said as he floated down in front of me.

Feathery blue wings slowly creased onto his back, almost creating the image of a resting angel.

"I'm surprised to see you here. Protecting such worthless things… Or is it because they're your family. I heard you didn't care about your image, but I thought it was a lie… Interesting. Alright, show me what you've got,"

…

"HUFF… HUFF… HUFF… HUFF…"

It was a completely one-sided battle, and the surrounding men around us had created a little space for us to duke it out… but of course, I completely overwhelmed him.

In fact, you could barely even call it a fight.

"*sigh*... It was an hono- *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*,"

As the man coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his body tried to regenerate the large hole in the middle of his chest and his two missing legs, which I had removed swiftly like an amputator.

Slowly, I bent down to close his already hazy eyes, trying to show just a bit of respect before the great mage in front of me died.

"It was *cough* an honor to lose to you… *cough*... World Tower Master,"