Chapter 455

Chapter 455

With the boost from this light-winged butterfly, Lorant believed that the legendary practitioner's abilities were sufficient to pose a significant threat to the level 14 beast, even from a distance beyond its perception.

The last light-winged butterfly possessed a rather rare ability, unique among the thousands Lorant had bred in three generations.

This butterfly's ability was related to poison.

With it, the arrows shot by the elf archer could be coated with a deadly nerve toxin.

The nerve toxin could gradually affect the beast.

Although gradual, this toxin, as confirmed by the mage team, was one of the few known toxins that could affect high-level beasts without being weakened.

As the toxin's invasion deepened, the beast's control over itself and its abilities would weaken in varying degrees.

Although not fatal, it could reduce the beast's abilities to their weakest.

With these four light-winged butterflies, the legendary practitioner was essentially enhanced to the maximum by the beast pets.

Originally seen as mid-tier among legendary practitioners, the elf legendary practitioner now felt that, in the right position, he could compete with the top-tier legendary practitioners.

Thus, under these circumstances, the two fully armed legendary practitioners ventured beyond the Lopulo Mountains aboard a goblin skiff.

However, honestly, when this plan was formulated, no one had much hope that these two could successfully snipe the beast.

A level 14 beast, especially amidst the beast tide at the Lopulo pass, was well understood by these legendary practitioners to be extremely dangerous.

Although the two legendary practitioners were at a legendary level against a level 14 beast, they still had a slight disadvantage in terms of raw power.

However, to everyone's surprise.

About a week after the two left, the beast tide at the pass didn't intensify as everyone had expected.

Not only that, but the detected beast's aura was continuously weakening.

Just as the Watcher Council was about to send two more to check the situation, the Wulu Shell of the two legendary practitioners finally delivered news.

They had successfully sniped the beast beyond the mountains after several days of fierce battle.

According to the returned message, the battle turned out to be surprisingly simple.

First, with the knight and the skiff, the beast tide didn't significantly hinder their actions.

With the enhancement of the light-winged butterflies, the archer quickly located the powerful beast hidden within the tide, which was not noticeable in size.

And before the beast realized something was wrong, the archer successfully immobilized it with his ultra-long-range attack.

Archers are quite unreasonable beings.

For an archer, range is everything.

As long as his range is sufficiently long, he can potentially kill his target without any contact, while remaining unseen by the enemy.

When there is no absolute difference in speed between the two sides, the beasts might not even see who is attacking them before losing their lives to the arrows.

For the archer profession, their most important attack is their first one.

If the first strike is successful, the archer has a sixty to seventy percent chance of taking down the target with subsequent attacks.

Indeed, with the help of the light-winged butterflies, the first fully-powered frost arrow was launched.

The situation quickly fell under the control of the legendary elven archer.

The beast nearing the Lopulo Mountains was a "Phantom Puppet," a formidable creature known for its control abilities.

Speed wasn't its strong suit, so even after being attacked and vaguely sensing the direction of the arrows, it couldn't personally go to that direction to find its target.

This was indeed a very wise decision.

In pure movement speed, this beast was no match for the two legendary practitioners aided by the skiff.

By the time it chased for a while and confirmed it couldn't catch up, the distance between them would have grown even larger.

The Phantom Puppet wasn't about to give up without a fight.

The massive ice spike that appeared out of thin air exploded on the spot, shattering the body of the puppet that had been sneakily frozen, which looked as if it were carved from wood, into pieces.

Transparent blood, mixed with the ice mist, was blasted into a spray of vibrant pink fog by the massive explosion from within the ice spike.

The vast mist instantly spread over a kilometer, engulfing all the surrounding beasts.

In the next second, all the beasts were bewitched by the Phantom Puppet.

Their eyes turned blood-red, and like a disciplined army, they charged straight towards the two practitioners.

Any beast that dared to block their path along the way was trampled into pulp by this mindless puppet army.

The two practitioners couldn't afford to clash head-on with a large number of beasts in such a place.

For a pair of legendary practitioners, a beast tide was the most difficult situation to manage.

Neither was a mage-type practitioner adept at area attacks; their strength in single-target attacks naturally meant a deficiency in area attack capabilities.

Luckily, they had come up with a solid plan beforehand.

Confronted with such a situation, they remained completely calm.

They had no plans to engage in a direct clash or anything similar.

As soon as the archer loosed his first arrow, without even checking if it hit the beast, the knight was already steering the skiff to change course along the mountain wall.

By the time the puppet army arrived, the two had already moved, leaving the beasts to attack nothing.

Meanwhile, the terrifying beast, seemingly lifeless, silently emerged from the beast tide.

The archer shut his eyes, his senses sharpened to an extraordinary degree by the light-winged butterflies.

After briefing the light-winged butterflies on the "Phantom Puppet's" appearance beforehand, they would also assist him in monitoring during the mental sweep.

Though it appeared as if only one mental force was scanning the beast tide, in truth, two independent minds were hunting for the cleverly hidden beast.

The light-winged butterflies soon found the "Phantom Puppet" concealed among the beasts.

Then, another light-winged butterfly's wings spread open on the archer's opposite shoulder.

The archer's fingers on the bowstring glowed faintly as he drew it into a full moon, and a long, icy arrow slowly formed on the bowstring.

The moment the archer released his fingers, the ice arrow sliced through the air, causing a slight tremor, as if the air itself had been sliced by a razor-sharp blade.

In the next second, space quivered slightly, and a fine crack formed.

The ice arrow shot precisely through the spatial rift, instantly crossing a vast distance and striking the "Illusion Puppet," which had believed itself well hidden.

Subtle toxins, carried by ice crystals, stealthily infiltrated the beast's body and lay dormant.

Thus, the events repeated themselves.

This scene, like a time loop, replayed endlessly outside the Lopulo mountains.

The archer had lost count of the precious materials he had consumed to replenish his energy, tirelessly battling the increasingly agitated beast.

Finally, after an unknown period, he successfully wore down the beast, which had no way to recover and was growing uncontrollable due to the Lightwing Butterfly's toxins, until it died outside the Lopulo mountains.

When the news spread, countless people were utterly shocked.

This was undeniably a total and decisive victory.

The two legendary practitioners, though visibly mentally fatigued, bore no obvious injuries.

Even the knight, tasked with piloting the skiff and clearing out ordinary beasts, looked more disheveled than the archer, the primary attacker.

The bloodstains on his body showed that even he had struggled outside the Lopulo mountains.

Yet, the elf archer remained spotless.

Though his face showed fatigue, it was clear he was far from exhausted.

In other words, in such conditions, slaying a level fourteen beast almost single-handedly was no great challenge for such a formidable warrior.

Even Michael wouldn’t claim to have such confidence.

And the other legendary archers were even more deeply moved.

As fellow archers, these legendary practitioners knew each other inside out.

Everyone knew that this elf archer was not the top among archers.

He was chosen for the snipe solely because of his masterful ice arrows, which minimized danger.

But now, with the boost from the four Lightwing Butterflies, almost no legendary archer felt confident they could defeat him.

In other words, just four Lightwing Butterflies had transformed a legendary practitioner's strength!

This instantly amplified the influence of the Lightwing Butterfly among the world's strongest.

The beast-sniping incident itself was not something that could be concealed.

Half of the elf race had already mobilized to prepare for the impending beast tide, and now that the danger of the tide had dissipated, it was natural to give the public an explanation.

Thus, within half a day, the news that two legendary warriors had slain a terrifying level fourteen beast outside the Lopulo mountains spread across the entire continent.

And reports from various sources all confirmed that this astonishing outcome was inseparable from the Lightwing Butterfly's enhancement.