Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 411 Ambush Attempt

Everyone except for Metaal readied their weapons. They were used to Dark Ore-infused Beasts by now, as they had been hunting them more and more recently during this two-month search.

"You aren't going to help us?" Hyst turned to Metaal and asked him.

"I'm not here to fight," Metaal replied, looking off to the side.

"Tsk..." Hyst retorted, turning back toward the wild boars, "Whatever."

The wild boars were the size of hippos. Out of nowhere, these giant beasts began kicking the air beneath their feet behind them.

A cloud of dust quickly began to build as the boars stormed toward Lyrian and the others at that moment.

Lyrian raised his left hand up, which was holding the obsidian blade, before saying under his breath, "Flame Wheel."

As he said this, a flame wheel quickly built up from in front of him before spinning toward the boars.

It was noticeably faster and more violent looking now, as Lyrian had grown quite considerably in strength as well.

Most of the boars were mowed down and burned to crisps, but a few still linger with small burn marks on them.

Ranthor and the others lowered their weapons in surprise. They got a full view of the battlefield as Lyrian's flame wheel burned up all of the smoke and dust in the area.

"Hydro Slash!" Lyrian exclaimed as several rounded blades of water summoned from his hand and launched toward the four remaining boars.

The blades slashed straight through the boars, leaving a scene of blood and guts.

After a short moment of silence and astonishment from everyone else besides Lyrian, a slow clapping could be heard from the back.

*Clap clap clap*

"Wow... I must say I am impressed." Metaal exclaimed, "But you must do more than really leave a lasting impression on me."

No one said anything, simply staring at Metaal for a few seconds.

Lyrian began walking back to the carriage, sheathing his blade, "I don't care about impressing you." He said indifferently.

Metaal furrowed his brows out of nowhere, "Y-you--" He was about to say something, but just then, a sharp noise sounded from the distance.

*Seeeeeu*

An arrow whizzed past Lyrian's face, scratching him slightly as it banged against Metaal's iron armor.

The arrow left a small indent on the chest area of Metaal's armor before falling to the ground.

Everyone was alarmed, immediately turning around and placing their guard back up.

"Ah! Damn it! I had made you guys think that you were safe too! I missed the perfect opportunity!" A slightly younger voice exclaimed from the treetops.

Lyrian and the others looked at where the arrow came from, suddenly noticing a young man dressed in all black jump down from one of the trees.

"A Black Petal crest..." Ranthor exclaimed, his eyes widening as he slowly stepped forward.

"Helloo~ How are you all doing?" The young man whose face was revealed said. He had a long ponytail behind his head.

"Are you one of the hairs?" Lyrian questioned at that moment as he looked around, "I know we are close to your sect."

"Oh? And how did you figure that out? And no... I am not one of those pitiful hairs. Pahaha!" The young man suddenly broke out into a hearty laugh.

"You had wild boars near here," Lyrian said, as the young man interrupted.

"So what? We have boars everywhere around the forests of Veridrake." He said in a mocking tone.

"And also... you are revealing your face. You wouldn't do that unless you had backup nearby."

The smile on the young man's face disappeared, "Fine... you got me. But, it doesn't matter. I was sent to kill you all, especially you, Lyrian Theageld of Anaviotis." ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.nᴇt

"Good luck with that," Lyrian said, as Ranthor attempted to step in front of him toward the young man from the Black Petal Sect.

However, Lyrian's hand was raised in front of Ranthor's chest.

"You will die," Lyrian said blatantly.

"Like I said before... I am okay with that." Ranthor exclaimed in a serious tone, glaring at the Black Petal Sect boy with eyes seething in hatred.

"Did you say you were going to needlessly throw your life away, or that you would sacrifice your life to save your sister?"

These words from Lyrian shocked Ranthor back to reality. His eyes widened and turned mellow as he stepped back.

"Y-you're right... that was foolish of me."

"Control your anger, boy." Hyren said at that moment, "Save it for that fight... the fight when you kill all of these bastards with your strength."

At that moment, the young man suddenly burst out into a laugh. "Ahahaha! From the way you guys talk, it feels like you're more similar to the Black Petal Sect than you look! How about you join us, huh?"

Ranthor, Hyren, and the kid from the Black Petal Sect began going back and forth like this.

Hyst stayed silent through it all, facing the ground as he clenched his fists.

Lyrian was thinking to himself, 'This is not good enough. It would look off if I was captured by a single person. I want to be taken

into the sect as a kidnappee, but not in this way.'

He quickly came up with a solution, 'Then... I'll make him call those reinforcements that he has. However...'

Lyrian turned to look behind him at everyone else.

'They will be a problem...'

All of the people behind Lyrian had determined looks on their faces.

At that moment, Metaal suddenly stepped forward. "Oi! You..." He said in a low tone, "I said I wasn't going to fight, but you just tried to kill me right now right?"

"Huh?" The young man stopped laughing, facing Metaal, "Kill you? Pfft! As if! I was aiming for Lyrian, and happened to miss."

"W-what!? Don't try to piss me off!" Metaal exclaimed in anger, his pride slightly hurt.

"Everyone!" Lyrian suddenly shouted. "If you don't listen to my next words, you will never work with me again! Leave this place right now! Go!"