Astral Apostle

A few minutes ago.

Lynen hid in the alley's shadows, peeking out from time to time to see if any bandits were approaching.

His face was slightly pale, and his mental state was not good. His body was only slightly better than that of an ordinary person, and he was already exhausted after running for a long time. Even after resting for some time in this dark alley that was not easy to be discovered, he was still sweating non-stop. He was both tired and overwhelmed by heat waves.

"Fortunately, I know some Sorcery. Otherwise, I would have been killed by this group of thugs."

Lynen couldn't help but press his temples to ease the tingling in his brain. It was a side effect of using spells.

He had been living in seclusion in Deep Rock City for two years. He usually lived like an ordinary person, doing some simple handwork to earn money. He had never shown this supernatural side of himself. He lived in seclusion and was not even familiar with his neighbors.

He did not expect such chaos to erupt in the safe Deep Rock City. Yet, he had no choice but to use this power he had learned by coincidence to protect himself.

Ever since he had mastered it, he had never used it to fight with anyone. Fortunately, he had secretly simulated what he should do during the battle in the past, so when he encountered lone bandits, he used his magical ability to successfully launch a sneak attack.

Lynen's face was grim as his thoughts returned to the shocking events of a few hours ago.

At that time, evening had just passed, and night had just arrived. As usual, he went back and locked the door before taking out a tattered book he had read and studied hundreds of times. It recorded a magical power that he had never heard of before. The book was called "Sorcery."

Ever since he accidentally obtained this book, Lynen had been reading it almost every day, trying to figure out the magical contents of the book. However, he had never let others know of the existence of this book, and for this reason, he had never exposed the power that he had obtained from the guidance of the book.

While he was reading, there was suddenly a commotion outside the house, as if a crowd was running away. He felt that something was wrong and walked out. He found that many civilians were looking in fear. Seven or eight people wore wicked expressions on their faces as they slaughtered the guards.

These bandits were clearly enhanced Mutant Blood Warriors. With a casual slash, they cut the guards into two, and with a single strike, they broke the bones and tendons of the guards. In a short while, they had slaughtered dozens of guards. However, they were not satisfied and laughed as they began to butcher the civilians.

A large number of civilians fled in panic, including Lynen. The group of bandits chased after them for a while before turning around to rob the houses. The motley group of civilians took the chance to quickly split up and run away.

Lynen did not know the exact situation. He only knew that the entire Deep Rock City had fallen into chaos as if someone was plundering the city. Screams and shouts could be heard from afar. He could only try to hide around and escape the place.

As he ran, he realized that the town was on fire. The fire was spreading rapidly. On the way, he would even encounter the corpses of the guards from time to time. It was as if all the troops in the city had died. The more he saw, the more shocked he became.

The strength of the Mutant Blood Warriors had long been ingrained in everyone's hearts. Even though he now possessed magical powers, his body was still similar to that of ordinary people. Even if he did not die, he would be severely injured by a strike from the Mutant Blood Warriors. Lynen had no intention of counterattacking at all. He did not feel that he was a match for this group of bandits at all.

He only wanted to find a place to hide and pray that these bandits would not discover him. He hoped they would leave after looting the place.

Unfortunately, the more he did not want something to happen, the easier it was for it to happen. During his escape, he was unlucky to encounter a lone bandit, and his heart almost stopped from fright.

As soon as the bandit discovered him, he strode closer, planning to kill him with his saber.

Lynen was so scared that he almost froze on the spot. In the end, his survival instincts took over, and he used the so-called spell with the intention of risking his life. Unexpectedly, the other party was caught off guard and was shot to death by the earth spikes. A powerful Mutant Blood Warrior died in front of him.

This was the first time he had used sorcery to kill a powerful enemy. Apart from being shocked, Lynen also got excited.

However, he was still clear-headed. He knew very well that the enemy had never seen such power before and had underestimated him. That was why he was caught off guard and was ambushed by him. Therefore, he did not become arrogant with his newfound power to try and stop all the bandits. Instead, he quickly changed directions and ran.

However, his luck was too bad. On the way, he encountered a second bandit who was alone. This time, Lynen had experience. He attacked first and used the other party's unknown advantage to instantly kill another Mutant Blood Bandit.

After that, he ran for a distance before finding his hiding place and resting until now.

"I don't know if my house is burning. Fortunately, I brought the book out. I hope I don't encounter any more enemies… I don't know when these thugs will be satisfied and leave. It's best if I can hide here and wait for them to leave."

Lynen's thoughts slowly retreated from his memories. He exhaled slowly, patting the book hidden on his chest with a worried expression.

At this moment, a flurry of footsteps sounded in the distance.

Lynen was instantly on guard. He quietly stuck his head out to take a look and realized that there were more than ten civilians fleeing in panic. Every one of them had several wounds from sharp weapons, and blood flowed from their wounds as they ran.

Behind this group of civilians, a bandit held a short knife in his hand and had a sickly but excited smile on his face. He followed the crowd at a moderate pace. As long as someone ran slower, he would directly slash the civilian to stimulate them to increase their speed.

He did not kill anyone. He just tortured them as he drove them away, as though he was playing for fun.

"Help! Help me!"

More than ten civilians were forced to run. They were tired and in pain, and their faces were filled with fear. They could only shout for help at the top of their lungs, but after shouting for an unknown period of time, their voices were already hoarse, and their voices could not travel far.

Lynen hurriedly pressed himself against the wall and tried his best to shrink into the shadows of the alley so as to reduce his presence.