My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 62 Nareel in Despair

Brown frantically unleashed spell scrolls.

A fierce wind, carrying flames and hail, swept in.

Discarded reels were carelessly tossed on the ground.

This was the little bit of savings that the Narell family had left.

Brown felt both heartbroken and helpless that all of this money was being used here.

On the other hand, Lynn...

He did not lose his composure.

Because spell scrolls are ultimately finite, they will eventually run out.

Just as he had predicted, Brown quickly ran out of most of the reels.

All that remained was that purple spell scroll.

Lynn seized the opportunity and slashed from the side.

His eyes were sharp as he thrust his sword toward Nareel's thigh.

Since he won't listen to reason, let's break one of his legs first!

Brown looked flustered upon seeing this.

He didn't have time to dodge.

He subconsciously opened the purple spell scroll towards Lynn.

In an instant, a chill spread as the scroll unfurled.

Countless tiny condensation nuclei appeared out of thin air.

The howling of the cold wind echoed across the wilderness.

Lynn sensed something was wrong and quickly backed away.

He felt like he was being watched.

Could this be a locking spell?

The next moment was exactly as he had expected.

Countless dagger-sized ice spikes shot out from those condensation nuclei.

The condensation nuclei fired out wave after wave of ice spikes like a machine gun.

Lynn immediately used his speed boost to try and dodge.

But these icicles relentlessly clung to me like maggots.

Violet watched this scene with concern from afar, holding a prepared spell in her hand.

Although it may mean losing the initiative, saving lives is the most important thing.

She was preparing to step in and block the attack for Lynn.

But the sudden change in the distance made her stop.

Just as Lynn was about to be caught by the ice spikes, a dense reddish-brown energy roared out, forming a barrier that melted the surrounding ice spikes halfway through.

Lynn's face was somewhat pale.

This is the combined power of the Earthfire Serpent and the Evoking Mage.

By manipulating elemental energy without any attributes, Lynn naturally learned to control other elemental attributes as well.

Although it can be controlled, elements with other attributes are much more active than elements without attributes.

So although he can now freely control this raging energy, the consumption is much greater than that of a skill.

The intense white steam billowed out, temporarily obscuring everyone's view of the battlefield.

On the city wall.

Bishop Ryder frowned.

He saw the battle very clearly.

Just now, a special kind of fire elemental energy burst forth from Lynn's body.

Is that a fire spell?

But what was that acceleration and immense force just now?

Could it be that they took a special medicine beforehand?

Ryder turned to Ezra and asked, "Ezra, do you know what type of superhuman the Saintess's brother is?"

Ezra was taken aback, then thought for a moment and said, "My lord, it seems to be an extraordinary being related to shadow energy."

"Shadow energy..."

Ryder repeated in a low voice, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Was that flame some kind of spell scroll or spell item?

Do the Restorationists value the saintess's brother that much?

Or perhaps...

No, that's absolutely impossible.

Ryder shook his head, dismissing his absurd guess.

Keep reading.

If that's the case, then the only option is to kill him...

Inside the venue.

The sudden burst of steam finally brought a sense of despair to Brown's heart.

This Lynn... actually has another trick up her sleeve!

Why is he so difficult to deal with?

He's clearly just a lowly bastard, how come he can fight me, a nobleman with generations of wealth, to a standstill?!

What gives him the right?!

Brown's eyes blazed with fury, his teeth grinding together.

He had never felt so resentful.

He suddenly regretted attacking Lynn.

But now he has no other choice!

Giving up resistance means certain death!

Could it be that... is the only thing we can do with what the church has to offer?!

Brown felt a deep sadness.

He chuckled quietly to himself, then burst into maniacal laughter.

Brown's eyes were bloodshot.

The word "madness" is no longer sufficient to describe his mental state.

He then pulled out a bottle of gold potion bearing the church's emblem from his pocket.

He drank it down without the slightest hesitation.

"Since you won't let me live, then you won't live either!"

"I'm going to take you... to hell with me!!!"

Brown roared, and a surge of violent energy coursed through his veins.

White smoke continuously billowed from his body, and his skin turned bright red.

In the blink of an eye, Brown's body grew rapidly.

The muscles are growing wildly and erratically at an alarming rate, completely tearing the skin apart.

Hot blood dripped from his body onto the dry grass.

Brown's eyes were filled with blood, and he was muttering wild, chaotic roars.

His body had lost all its beauty; it had simply become a chaotic jumble of flesh and blood.

Lynn stared at the terrifying-looking monster, and his heart skipped a beat.

Although somewhat shocked, he was not intimidated by Brown's appearance.

What he was really worried about was Tina's whereabouts.

Brown has lost his mind, and it seems unlikely he will recover.

Where will he look for Tina?

What a menace!

Even in death, they won't let people rest in peace!

Lynn didn't have much time to think.

The monster named Brown let out a strange cry and pounced.

The greatsword in his hand had long been crushed beyond recognition.

Compared to weapons designed for human use, it is better suited to the purest form of violence...

Tear the prey to shreds alive!

Lynn hastily dodged the monster's attack.

The missed attacks struck the ground, creating one terrifying crater after another.

The situation is becoming increasingly tense.

On the city wall, Ryder frowned.

"This Nareel... where did he get his hands on the Beast Transformation Holy Water? This shouldn't be something he could obtain."

Ezra, standing to the side, was pale.

The horrific and disgusting transformation scene Brown had just witnessed made him feel nauseous and want to vomit.

However, he forced himself to swallow it back.

His voice trembled slightly upon hearing the bishop's words.

"Your Excellency, is that a medicine from our church?"

Ryder gave him a cold look and nodded.

"It's alright to tell you, it really is the church's latest holy water. It was originally intended for ordinary soldiers on the battlefield against Siernus, but I didn't expect Nareel to get his hands on a bottle as well. It seems... there are traitors in the church."

Ezra swallowed hard, a strange sense of fear creeping into his heart.

For the first time, the familiar church felt so foreign.

This inhumane thing... was actually created by the church?!

While the people of Iportu may not be considered human, this is still far too contrary to human nature.

Ezra stiffly turned his head, refocusing his gaze on the battlefield.

His words were somewhat stiff.

"Now, it seems that the saintess's brother is not going to survive."

Ryder didn't seem to care much about it.

Even if they both die, it has nothing to do with him.

But he was indeed a little curious at that moment.

This was also the first time he had personally witnessed the effects of the Beast Transformation Holy Water on an extraordinary individual.

After all, superhumans are still very valuable subjects, and ordinary experiments only use ordinary people.

Ryder's lips curled up, and a hint of interest flickered in his eyes.

"The death of the Holy Maiden is inevitable, but Ezra, what's more important now is clearly this beast, Nareel. After all, the corpse of a beast-like superhuman is extremely valuable. Bringing this beast back would be a great achievement."

Ezra looked at the excited bishop with a sense of unfamiliarity.

He could only nod stiffly.

He was content as long as he could remain a nobleman; he had no interest in getting involved in these matters.

Ezra looked down at Lynn, who was constantly dodging.

There was a hint of pity in his eyes.

What a... pathetic guy.