Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: 028: Otherworld Rest Stop Lawn Mowing

Lynch frowned slightly, his right hand reaching forward in a grasp. The Space Ring on his finger flashed faintly, and the Fearless Great Sword appeared in his grip.

"Bang!"

A blazing inferno ignited on the great sword, flames roaring across its blade as though it were not a sword but a raging furnace.

Facing the swarm of soldiers charging toward him, Lynch gripped the furnace-like great sword with both hands and swung it forward with all his might.

"Boom!" A deafening explosion. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

The furnace seemed to erupt, a torrent of flames bursting from the sword and engulfing the entire room in an instant. Long tongues of fire even blasted through the windows, shooting out seven to eight meters beyond, turning the room into a burning sea of fire.

Everything within the inferno was reduced to ashes—the wardrobe, bed, furniture, all burned to cinders. The soldiers who rushed in were turned into flaming human torches, collapsing in anguish and screaming in agony.

Only a man with the strength of a Knight reacted swiftly as the flames erupted, retreating outside of the room in time while the others were all consumed by the infernal purgatory.

This was the fundamental disparity between a Transcendent and ordinary mortals.

No matter how elite the soldiers, they remained mortals whose vaunted mastery of martial arts stood no chance against true supernatural power.

When the flames receded, the only figure left standing in the room was Lynch. The female assassin, whose limbs he had broken earlier, had been burned alive with no chance of escape.

Surveying the wreckage strewn across the ground, Lynch furrowed his brow tightly.

"What’s going on?"

"Are these people insane? Why are they attacking me?"

"And that maid..."

From the moment Lynch entered the town, he had felt an unease. Combined with the inexplicable assault now, he was certain there was more to this than he knew.

"Did Avery and the others provoke someone?"

Lynch was confident he held no grudges in this place. He had kept a low profile over the years, and his only real enmity was with Alfred—though he hadn’t caused trouble lately and likely forgot about him. Besides, Alfred didn’t have the power to mobilize mortal-world armies.

Thinking it over, Lynch deduced that tonight’s peculiar events were mostly related to Avery and the others. But whether it was due to their mission—or something else...

"Forget it. Better regroup with them first and figure things out later."

With that in mind, Lynch grabbed his great sword and rushed out the door.

"Whizz, whizz, whizz!"

The moment he stepped outside, sharp whistling sounds filled the hallway. A volley of crossbow bolts shot at him from both sides of the corridor.

Lynch instantly blurred his form, allowing the arrows to pass harmlessly through his body and strike each other, killing several ambushing archers in the process.

"Charge!"

Barely catching his breath, Lynch saw the archers drop their crossbows and switch to Cross Swords, rushing straight at him.

"Troublesome!"

Spitting in frustration, Lynch didn’t want to waste any time. He stomped hard on the ground with his foot.

With a rumble, the sturdy floor twisted and crumbled, collapsing like loose sand and opening a large hole in the ground.

A mid-level, zero-ring spell known as the "Earth Sinking Spell," it altered the elemental structure of the floor, widening gaps between elements and causing it to cave in.

Jumping through the hole, Lynch landed steadily in the corridor below.

Avery’s room was one floor beneath him, and the severely injured Adam had been placed in the room next to hers for easier care.

The lower hallway was just as crowded, even more so than the one above. Among the attackers were seven or eight knights alone.

"So that’s how it is?"

The sheer number of enemies confirmed Lynch’s earlier suspicion: tonight’s attack was mainly targeting Avery and her group, with him as an incidental complication.

"What miserable luck."

Feeling exasperated, Lynch cursed under his breath. Even on a straightforward mission, he somehow drew chaos to himself. Was he cursed with some bizarre constitution for inviting calamity?

Lost in half-serious thoughts, Lynch gripped his great sword and charged ahead into the crowd.

Unnoticed, Lynch’s sudden leap into the tightly-packed enemies resulted in devastating results. He tore through the cluster like a bomb exploding, killing several archers in a single strike. Reversing his grip, he threw out a Fireball that burned another four or five soldiers to ash.

"Behind us!"

"Block the rear, now!"

The knights up front finally noticed Lynch, and two of them, their silver armor glinting, rallied the soldiers to form a battle array that sealed off the narrow hallway.

Lynch used the same tactic again, summoning fire to coat his great sword. This combined two low-level spells—"Flame Control" and "Flame Burst." However, through his experimentation of merging magic with knightly martial arts, he had repurposed the spells onto the sword as a casting medium.

With a fierce swing of the flame-enveloped great sword, waves of fire once again surged forward to sweep through the enemies.