After putting away the communicator.
Ansu coldly scanned the rampaging Wolfgar people around him, feeling an inexplicable surge of irritation and a thick intent to kill.
He had finally managed to accompany Freya home, only to run into so much trouble...
He finally understood why the vile witch always had "just kill them all" on the tip of her tongue.
Because it was indeed a very effective methodology.
These dog-eared brutes truly had it coming...
Although Ansu had not yet reached the strength to face an entire army alone, nor could he call for backup from the cult.
But the cards in his hand were far more than just his apparent magic level.
The magic items stockpiled in his warehouse system and his almost luxurious mana reserves were enough for him to transform into a spell turret on this battlefield, bombarding everything for an entire day.
Furthermore, combined with the 【Mage Killer】 and sufficient alchemical bullets, he was confident he could clear out the wolf cavalry units in a short time. Once the cavalry lost their momentum, the threat of the remaining wolf-born infantry would be greatly reduced.
Thinking this through, Ansu took out the 【magic beads】 which were shimmering with pure mana.
Surging mana gathered around him like a tide, on a scale far exceeding any of his previous castings.
"Cover me, Freya, and Archbishop Paul."
Freya nodded heavily without hesitation, her holy seal gripped tight in her hand.
On the other side, Archbishop Paul and his attendant exchanged a glance. Without a word, Holy Light and sword blades lit up simultaneously, blocking the openings at Ansu's side.
With just the first round of magic, they cleared away all the immediate threats.
Ansu's gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, looking deep into the village and locking onto the wolf cavalry leader who was directing the charge.
He prepared a long-distance cold shot to take out the enemy commander first.
However, at the very moment he was poised to strike—
"Whoosh—!"
An enchanted, glowing arrow shot out without warning from the pitch-black farmland on the flank of the battlefield.
The wolf cavalry leader fell from his mount, his fate unknown, as several guards immediately rushed over to surround him.
"Lord Ansu, look over there!" Freya also immediately noticed the anomaly and pointed toward the source of the arrow.
Ansu looked closely and saw a small squad had somehow charged out from the flank of the battlefield.
There were not many of them, only five, but every one of them was a transcendent. Their timing and angle of entry into the battlefield were extremely sharp.
Wherever this five-person squad went, Wolfgar warriors fell in heaps. Combined with the momentum of their galloping horses, it was like a hero's entrance.
Ansu observed them carefully with curiosity.
The leader was a short-haired swordsman wearing a cloak. His swordsmanship was fierce, and under the crisscrossing light of his blade, heads fell wherever he went. Not a single person could withstand one of his strikes.
A giant wolf sensed the threat and roared as it charged toward them.
A strong warrior in the team, over two meters tall and carrying a massive shield and battle-axe, immediately stepped forward. With a thunderous roar, he actually withstood the fierce impact of the giant wolf, the ground beneath his feet cracking from the force.
At the same time, the archer at the back of the team stepped on the warrior's back and leaped into mid-air.
Another enchanted arrow left the string, piercing precisely into the giant wolf's eye socket and exiting through the back of its skull.
The giant wolf's wail stopped abruptly as it crashed to the ground.
Additionally, there was a ghost-like assassin in the team and a clergyman casting Holy Light divine arts.
This team composition...
It looked more and more familiar the longer he watched.
Even though the entire village was still being suppressed by the Wolfgar army, the local situation was being forcibly turned around after this five-person squad appeared.
With their leader heavily wounded, the Wolfgar army fell into a state of confusion, giving off the feeling that the battle could actually be reversed.
Were they going to win?
"Wait, those five people... those five are..."
"It's them! It's really them!!"
Hope suddenly surged within the desperate darkness. The morale of the villagers and militia rose visibly, their shouts drowning out their fear for a moment.
"We're going to win! We will be victorious! We haven't been abandoned by the gods; they've come to save us!"
Ansu noticed that after Freya's parents clearly saw the squad, especially the swordsman at the head, their faces also showed a look of realization and hopeful joy.
"Uncle, Auntie," Ansu spoke up at the right time, "who are these people...?"
"It's the Chosen One!" Isera explained excitedly, pointing at the swordsman. "That young man leading them is the legendary Chosen One! Those five are the Hero Party prophesied to come and save the world!"
"Wait a minute..." Ansu's brow slowly rose as he repeated, "The Chosen One?"
Freya and Archbishop Paul, hearing this, looked toward Ansu at the same time.
Both were clearly surprised by Isera's introduction.
Ansu and Freya looked at each other, seeing a thick sense of absurdity in each other's eyes.
If he's the Chosen One, then who am I?
Callen, seeing Ansu's confused expression, was a bit surprised. "Ansu, don't you know? Haven't you heard the stories of the Chosen One?"
"I don't know." Ansu shook his head, continuing to ask with feigned ignorance, "I haven't heard of any Chosen One. Uncle Callen, can you tell me about it? This Chosen One... what's his background?"
"Alright." Callen nodded, his gaze also fixed on the group. "These are rumors that have been spreading widely across the border recently. They say the Chosen One destined to save the world has already appeared. He leads his brave companions, punishing evil along the way, fighting demons and the undead, and saving countless villages..."
The more detailed his description became, the stronger the sense of absurdity grew in Ansu's and Freya's hearts.
"Oh, that's right." Callen suddenly remembered something and looked at the frowning Freya.
"Freya, I heard that you also received a divine revelation back then, confirming that the Chosen One had descended into the world. Take a look at that young man. Is he the Chosen One the goddess told you about?"
"How could he be? Is he even worthy?" Freya immediately showed a look of disdain.
Callen and Isera were both taken aback.
"Father, Mother! You've all been deceived!" Freya was both anxious and angry as she immediately looked at Ansu. "The true Chosen One is clearly—!"
In the next instant, Ansu pressed his hand on her.
Freya looked up in confusion. Ansu gently held her hand and leaned close to her ear.
"Wait a moment. Let's watch and see..."
His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, carrying a convincing coolness.
Although Freya felt indignant, she still suppressed the urge to speak the truth and nodded gently to Ansu.
She would listen to Lord Ansu.
Just then, even louder cheers came from the battlefield.
That "Chosen One" swordsman cleanly cut off the head of the Wolfgar commander and held it high.
Under this sudden blow and the villagers' surging morale, all the Wolfgar people actually began to show signs of retreat.
Ansu stared at the so-called "Hero Party," especially that short-haired swordsman in the center with a face full of determination and righteousness.
A hint of curiosity gradually rose in his eyes.
Things... were starting to get interesting.
He decided to wait and see how things would develop from here.
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