Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son

Chapter 87

As Naell was being distracted by Awthra and Sult, Pierd thought he had found an opening.

Quickly, his dual swords seemingly plunged into Naell's neck, yet what had been cut were mere afterimages of his wind magic.

"It's a tra—" Before Sult could even finish his words, both Pierd and Awthra were caught by the bait.

The very second they had glimpsed upon the snow crystals hovering around Naell, each shot high-speed ice bullets in their direction.

"Ack!"

Smoke once more covered the entirety of the area as the bullets exploded with each impact on a wall; it showed its own denseness from its hard-hitting power.

"Tsk."

It was then when Pierd clutched his shoulder, slightly taken aback. Upon lifting his palm, he revealed a trail of blood now oozing from his fresh wound. Particles of ice magic lingered around it.

"Ugh...Damn it all!!!" On the other hand, Awthra was almost shot dead as the bullet went through her shield.

If it weren't for Sult who immediately ran towards her, it would have proven to be a fatal attack.

Yet as he shielded her with his other arm, now, it was also in ruin.

"Sult!" Screamed Awthra as she helped him with his groans.

The body of Sult, that was known for being incredibly sturdy was now a mess, with both his arms being incapacitated.

Awthra's rage was now centered towards Naell. Even with her tantrums, she didn't waste any time as she casted the fiercest fire explosive magic she could possibly conjure.

"Be engulfed in despair, you insolent fool---along with all your friends! [ Flatomic ]"

"Wait Awthra you'll get us killed---" Said Pierd trying to stop her, yet it was too late as the magic had already been sent off.

Awthra was confident enough that her magic with every ounce of her mana could wipe out any opponent. In fact, she would even consider it to be overkill.

Which was why, she was filled with disbelief when Naell nonchalantly [ poofed ] out flatomic.

That happened as soon as it bumped into his crystallized snow. Only their baffled faces, not of despair, were present after.

"..."

"It can't be..." Said Sult with Awthra by his side, unmoving from the lack of mana and from the fear of the unknown.

Even Pierd felt chills climbing up his spine. A foe out of their reach was present, with red eyes void of any emotion.

With haste, Pierd called forth his awakened monsters summoning 4 A-class Ogres nearby.

He then went to Awthra and Sult's area and was about to plan their retreat.

Yet the trio had not expected Naell to freeze the four Ogres in a flash, and via what seemed to be teleportation magic, he stood to their front.

"Have it back." As Naell said that, he [ poofed ] the contained [ Flatomic ] and made it reappear.

The powerful blaze Awthra previously summoned, was then fully directed and launched towards all three of them.

In response, the trio unleashed all their aura and mana against it, forming a thick shield.

A loud roar of fire and heavy vibrations then took place, wherein even the nearby people and monsters alike felt it shake their core. That had seemed to bring Naell back to his senses.