Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

After collecting the defensive formation from the altar where Torne used to live, Vicente felt two level 5 Acolytes coming towards him while the Mages seemed to be fighting on the surface of the ruins.

'Are they fighting each other?' Vicente smiled as he asked himself, thinking that would make things better for him.

'They're deciding who gets to keep the master. For these Mages, you're the least of their problems in this area, master. From their point of view, as long as they beat the others of the same realm as them, they'll have no problem dealing with you. That's why they fight among themselves instead of dealing with you first.' Torne explained.

'But that wouldn't happen if you were stronger, master. They would unite to kill you first and then compete with each other for your resources.'

While Vicente had removed the defensive formation from the altar a few moments earlier, he had summarized for Torne why the Mages were after him in this place.

'That must be the case... Unfortunately for them, my strength has increased considerably.' Vicente smiled as he left the altar and walked toward the two Acolytes who were approaching him.

'Be careful with these two, master. They have an excellent defensive formation.' Torne warned as he realized what was happening a few dozen meters away from them, where those two were passing.

'Okay.'

Vincent ran through the corridors of that ruin, quickly reaching the stairs that led to the level where the two enemies were.

As he approached the two level 5 Acolytes, they noticed someone coming towards them.

"Stay alert. That must be him!" The one with the formations Tyson had just given them commented, knowing Cesar was quite slippery.

When Cesar appeared on that level of the ruins of The Vile Altar, the two men in hoods that covered most of their bodies, including the armor they were wearing, became more serious at the sight of the masked man in front of them.

Even though the place was dark, they could see the area well enough by using their mana to alter their eyes.

Earlier, Vicente hadn't been able to see much in front of the chamber where Torne was. But that was because of the element of darkness. This other area where the two Acolytes were was not affected the way Torne had affected the previous level.

So both Vicente and the two men could see the surroundings very well, what appeared to be a 100 square meter hall with four corridors connecting it, cracked walls, and holes in the floor and ceiling here and there.

"Cesar Mazzanti, if you hope to live, offer the 3rd-stage herb in your possession!" The Acolyte with the defensive and offensive formations said aloud.

Inwardly, he felt a bit bad because Cesar was about to reach level 5, much stronger than they had heard about this person's level.

Even so, he and his companion were confident they could handle the opponent in front of them, if not with their powers, then with the Nine Demons Formation.

Vicente stopped 20 meters away from them and looked at them from under his mask, feeling the power of the defensive formation these men were using.

"Who are you? I don't remember having problems with any of you before." Vicente said first, interested to know what group these two belonged to.

He hadn't expected anyone other than soldiers of the kingdom's army and Kohen's companions to come to this place. But it was not a total surprise that others had discovered he had something valuable in his hands.

"Tsk! You don't need to know that! Hand over the 3rd-stage herb or accept your punishment!" The other man said with an authoritative tone.

In normal situations, they wouldn't be stopped by Vicente. But with the formation their leader had given them and the presence of their leaders not far away, they had plenty of reason to be confident.

"So you are nameless fools," Vicente muttered as he moved towards them, catching their attention in an instant.

"That's fast!" One of the two commented as he saw a blur pass by where Vicente had moved while a red-orange pentagram emerged from the enemy's body.

As he approached the two men, Vicente decided to act quickly and decisively. Activating his first ability, he controlled the metallic elements around the ruin, making the entire structure shake with his will.

While Vicente was influencing the metals outside the bodies of these two men, they didn't feel a gigantic pressure on them only because of the defensive formation above them. Otherwise, they would have fallen against their opponent without even being hit.

Vicente could now use the metals in the bodies of his same-stage opponents to defeat them after the qualitative evolution and level increase he had recently undergone.

What Vicente could only do against 1st-stage opponents before, he could now do against Acolytes!

All thanks to Torne's help!

But even though he couldn't do that against those two because of the defensive formation protecting them, Vicente still had a big advantage.

He smiled in satisfaction as he felt his control over the place where he was 80% stronger. The way he was now, he could control much more metal around him and manipulate it with much more dexterity.

In a single instant, as he moved against the two men, several chains with sharp points like spears emerged from the walls, floor, and ceiling of the area, attacking the enemies from different directions.

Seeing this, the two men felt shivers run down their spines as they saw the enemy's attacks stop at their defensive formation but put much more pressure on the formation than the traps in this ruin.

"Shit! That bastard's already as strong as a Mage!" One shouted as he saw cracks appearing in the 9 points around the bluish defensive barrier around them.

"Silas, don't hesitate. Use the Nine Demon Formation, or we'll die before the bosses get to us!" The other man said in awe as he saw Vicente floating in the air near them while a yellow pentagram appeared behind him.

"That's not good enough, huh? Let's see if you can do this." He moved his hands, concentrating the field lines to pressure the enemy barrier as he thrust his pointed chains.

A shrill sound of breaking glass rang out as the bluish barrier shattered into many pieces, and the core of the formation exploded in the hands of one of the two Acolytes.

"Die!" Vicente saw his chains fly at the bodies of the two without restraint.