The rogue Dylan’s entire body was covered in goosebumps!

It wasn’t that he had never seen Magic Missiles before;

on the contrary, he was very familiar with them.

But this time, the threat brought by the missiles was unprecedented.

Too fast!!

His teammate Pierre’s Magic Missiles definitely didn’t look like this!

And why hadn’t he noticed that besides the female target and the male warrior in the enemy team, there was also a hidden spellcaster? He was caught completely off guard.

His mind raced.

The blessing spell the priest had cast on him earlier began to take effect.

With the blessing spell and his survival instinct assisting him, he almost used all his strength to kick backward explosively.

The last Magic Missile barely grazed his waist.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

Three missiles exploded in the snow, sending flurries flying.

“That was close, this old man.”

Dylan rolled twice on the snow and just as he tried to steady himself, still gasping for air, a magical fluctuation came from beside him again.

“Magic Missile!”

“Boom!”

The Magic Missile shot out from Gauss’s staff.

Having just rolled on the ground, Dylan’s soul nearly left his body.

Watching the missile rapidly approach his face, he knew he most likely wouldn’t be able to dodge this time.

His old strength was gone, new strength hadn’t arisen;

half-kneeling in the snow, he couldn’t exert much power.

He could only raise his leather-gloved arm to shield in front of him, curling his body as tightly as possible.

“Boom!”

A missile slammed into his forearm.

He felt a violent impact wash over him, as if struck head-on by a battering ram.

“Crack! Crack!” The piercing sound of bones breaking was clearly audible;

both forearms twisted and snapped like withered branches in an instant!

The next moment, his body was hurled by the heavy force.

“!!”

His body rolled several times across the snow-covered ground.

Hot, bright red blood splattered out, staining the snow with huge patches of “blood plum.”

“Cough, cough!”

Lying in the snow, he kept coughing up blood.

His broken arms lay helplessly on the pure white snow.

And on his chest, protected by leather armor, a terrifying bowl-sized blood hole had appeared. Clearly, he didn’t have much time left.

Dylan’s last blurry gaze just happened to face the direction from which the missiles came.

He saw, where he originally thought a spellcaster should be, only the “Goblin Killer.”

“Who... exactly... is it?”

In confusion, his pupils lost their final trace of light.

“Dylan!!!”

The sudden brutal death of their comrade Dylan caused the priest and mage, who were preparing to rush forward to heal, to narrow their eyes sharply.

Especially the mage Pierre, who was thrown into an unbelievable shock.

This was his... Magic Missile?

What the hell was this!

Blake, the warrior beside Gauss, seized this rare opportunity.

At the very instant Gauss was fully focused on killing Dylan, Blake swung his greatsword, delivering a slash that tore through the air, the blade wrapped in white light, fiercely striking Gauss’s shoulder.

“Shatter!!”

A crisp sound echoed in the snow.

It hit!!

A flicker of surprise appeared in Blake’s eyes.

But the countershock he felt in his hands, as if hitting a rock, immediately wiped away the fleeting joy in his eyes.

Gauss’s body seemed shrouded in an invisible heavy armor, and upon closer look, one could vaguely see a ripple-like fluctuation.

His proud slash had no effect!

Unable to pierce the enemy’s armor!

Gauss frowned after receiving the heavy chop, then leapt backward using the momentum.

Landing steadily, he looked up at Blake.

His gaze was completely different from when they first met—filled with cold murderous intent.

“What a powerful protective spell!” Blake swallowed hard.

He already realized that Gauss’s strength far exceeded their expectations.

Had he known this earlier, he would never have entertained any malicious thoughts.

Right now, he deeply regretted it—deeply!

Gauss glanced sideways. Behind him, Aria and Urfen had already regained consciousness.

Aria was riding Urfen, so there was no need to worry about them for the moment.

“Attack together, or we’ll all die here!”

Blake shouted at the two behind him.

Except for the already dead rogue Dylan, the other three were not fast, and the enemy had a giant wolf;

there was no way to escape in the short term.

For now, they had to fight with their backs to the wall!

The two behind also realized the seriousness of the situation after Dylan’s death.

The priest waved his hand to cast a blessing spell, and as he cast, both the warrior and the mage were enveloped in a layer of blessing light.

With the blessing spell present, the warrior’s body control and the mage’s casting efficiency and success rate were all improved to some extent.

Right now, Gauss didn’t need to worry about his support “Aria.”

Gauss ignored Blake in front of him.

He activated Enhanced Jump;

his legs suddenly seemed to draw power from the snow, filled with abundant strength.

“Swish!”

He retracted the Unbreaking Scepter, not even looking at Blake.

His figure flickered and he dashed toward the priest and mage behind Blake.

Blake wore a sturdy but heavy metal armor, making it impossible for him to catch up to Gauss.

He tried to intercept but could only turn his head, helplessly watching Gauss’s figure flicker a few times and quickly disappear beside him, his eyes revealing a sense of powerlessness.

Because he also realized this—although he could activate a charge skill, the straight-line rapid movement combined with heavy weight made it impossible for him to catch up to Gauss, whether in agility or speed!

The only one in the team who could keep up with Gauss’s speed, Dylan, was already dead.

Gauss’s figure flickered rapidly in the snow.

The distant mage and priest realized that they were Gauss’s targets, and their hearts sank.

“Magic Missile!”

The mage’s staff released several spells he was very familiar with toward Gauss.

But in strength, casting speed, and precision, none could compare to Gauss’s Magic Missiles.

Looking at the obviously smaller fist-sized missiles, Gauss lightly tapped his toes, flickered, and dodged the attack with anticipation.

The mage’s mentality clearly faltered;

his casting state was a mess.

If not for the priest’s blessing, his casting speed would have been even slower.

He clearly saw from the Magic Missiles the huge gap between them.

Apart from the already dead Dylan, no one in the team understood better than him how powerful the swordman or spellcaster in front of them was.

“Run!”

The priest took out a crossbow and symbolically shot a few bolts at the ever-approaching Gauss, just as he prepared to turn around.

Suddenly, several green vines sprouted unnaturally from the snow beneath their feet.

The vines burst through the ground and rapidly grew, precisely binding the ankles of the two.

It was Aria activating Entangling Roots.

“Thud!”

The two turning around were instantly pulled down and tripped by the vines.

“Magic Missile!”

As if responding to the mage’s earlier attack, Gauss fired two Magic Missiles back.

“Boom!”

The mage and priest who suddenly fell to the ground didn’t have time to turn.

Two Magic Missiles slammed into their heart areas.

“Bang!”

The Magic Missiles shattered the heart parts, and bright red blood spread in the pure white snow.

Gauss then fired a Fire Bolt at the right side of their chests, preventing the extremely unlikely scenario of a right-side heart shot.

At this point, all three were dead.

His footsteps stopped as he looked at the last person in the snow.

The warrior Blake stood motionless in place.

His gaze swept over the three cold corpses of his comrades on the snow, and his throat rolled harshly.

He had no time to grieve for his fallen teammates;

he knew very well that after their deaths, he had lost the last chance to fight that man.

How many times could his proud iron armor help him withstand such sharp attacks when surrounded by two enemies?

In contrast, his earlier full-strength slash couldn’t even break through the enemy’s protective spell.

Not to mention, the opponent’s mobility was superior to his.

“Clang!” The heavy greatsword slipped from his hands and fell.

“Thud!” At the same time, Blake’s knees buckled.

“Sorry, I was wrong, I was all misled by my teammates!”

He knelt heavily in the icy snow, burying his head deeply.

Aria riding Urfen came beside Gauss, giving him a cautious glance.

“Don’t worry.”

Gauss’s gaze landed on the warrior who knelt down decisively.

“Information! I’ll trade my life for a precious piece of information!”

Blake pulled out a yellowed scroll.

“A treasure map, huh?” Gauss said calmly before he could speak.

“Y-Yes.”

Gauss didn’t believe this for a second.

Was he seriously going to just give it up? Fine, whatever.

“Then throw it over. I agreed.”

“...” Blake gritted his teeth. “N-No! You have to guarantee my safety! Once we get back to camp, I’ll immediately—