Chapter 255: Information Jamming?

The massive, black-furred giant wolf pounced from the rooftop, bringing with it a stench of blood as it slammed into the front-line militia members holding shields.

Its claws swept out and its fangs snapped, making the simple wooden shields and leather armor look like they were made of paper; in an instant, several people fell screaming.

Ansu's group immediately merged with the militia.

He coldly watched the rampaging beast, raising his hand to gather mana as he fired a 【Shadow Bolt】 at the opponent.

With a roar, the giant wolf felt the sting, and its massive, blood-red eyes instantly locked onto the caster.

Seeing that the giant wolf was exceptionally tough.

Without hesitation, Ansu gathered wind magic beneath his feet, making his movements as light as a breeze. He deliberately led the enraged beast toward the open fields outside the village, drawing it away from the chaotic crowd.

The giant wolf pursued relentlessly. Ansu seized the moment, flashing upward to land on a nearby chimney, once again evading its pounce.

Then.

“Boom—!”

A blazing 【Fireball】 ignited on the giant wolf's body. The smell of char and a howl of agony rose simultaneously, and a scorching blast wave instantly covered a large area of the field.

However, when the firelight dissipated, that massive black silhouette had surprisingly not fallen.

It stared fixedly at Ansu, letting out a low, threatening growl, but it only paced around the houses, not daring to pounce easily again for the moment.

So tanky? Ansu's brow furrowed. It seemed that to deal with this kind of giant wolf, more powerful magic was required...

If the Wolfgar tribe possessed many of these great beasts, it would indeed be a major problem.

Ansu's gaze locked onto the prowling giant wolf, and he silently recited a low, ancient syllable.

A terrifying aura of death suddenly radiated from him as the center.

【Disintegration (Conjuration, 6th Circle magic)】

One of the most deterrent black magics for mages in this era.

A dark red ray, nearly black and seemingly capable of swallowing light, instantly struck the giant wolf.

With a sizzle.

There was no explosion, no scream, only an invisible power of 'annihilation.' The giant wolf's massive body disintegrated instantly.

Starting from the point of impact, the fur, flesh, and bone... the giant wolf rapidly crumbled into a pile of lifeless, grayish-black fine powder, scattering across the scorched field.

A momentary silence fell over the battlefield, and then the militia members, realizing what happened, erupted into cheers.

“A mage! A powerful mage on our side!”

“Wonderful, we're saved!”

However, this excitement did not last long.

Ansu's gaze turned toward the distance. In the dark wilderness outside the village, more swaying torches lit up, accompanied by the faint tremor of the earth.

More Wolfgar warriors appeared, and among them were squads of wolf cavalry riding wargs, approaching rapidly like a moving shadow.

Ansu's heart sank, and he quickly turned back to support the village.

The wolf cavalry were extremely fast; in just a moment, the lead riders had carved into Elvin Village like a sharp knife.

The leader of the wolf cavalry, with a cruel smile on his face, reached down to his waist as he charged and threw something toward the Staya crowd.

The object rolled a few times on the ground and stopped.

Under the firelight, Ansu saw that it was the head of a Staya person with white hair and beard, its eyes wide with rage.

Isera fell to her knees, her face deathly pale.

“Father...”

It was the head of the Staya tribal chief.

Panic spread rapidly through the heart of every Staya person. Freya firmly supported her distraught mother.

“Hahaha!” The wolf cavalry leader sneered. “I wondered why you insisted on a three-day deadline. So you were sneakily going out to find reinforcements?”

“You weaklings, you trash! Did you think you could resist us, the powerful Wolfgar people? A bunch of trash gathered together is still just trash!”

He suddenly raised his scimitar high, the blade reflecting the flickering firelight.

“Tonight, we shall trample your Staya Tribe! Warriors of the Wolf God, follow me! Kill them all!”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!!”

All the Wolfgar people roared along with him.

The Wolfgar army, like a black tide, surged toward Elvin Village, which was already engulfed in flames.

In the chaos, a wolf cavalryman's gaze swept through the crowd and suddenly saw Freya, who was constantly casting Holy Light divine arts. His eyes instantly went wide.

“That one! The pink-haired one! Catch her for me quickly!” he bellowed excitedly.

“The leader said to kill all the Staya men and take all the women! Whoever grabs her first gets to keep her!”

Several of his companions let out crude howls, driving their wargs to charge toward her together.

Freya subconsciously gripped Ansu's hand tight.

Ansu's expressionless gaze swept over this squad of wolf cavalry.

The next second.

Thick mana condensed into form.

A magical greatsword emitting a cold light swung horizontally. The space ten meters ahead seemed to be sliced open in that instant.

【Academy Magic - Radial Greatsword (4th Circle)】

The upper bodies of five wolf cavalrymen were silently separated from their lower halves, the cuts incredibly smooth.

It wasn't until the upper torsos slammed heavily onto the ground that blood gushed out in a delayed fountain.

Those wolf cavalrymen who had been bisected did not die immediately.

They fell to the ground, their faces still frozen in the ferocity of their charge, but then an unspeakable, agonizing pain flooded their consciousness, causing them to let out inhuman screams of torment.

Ansu calmly looked away, not bothering to deliver a finishing blow, for there was no need.

He would let them enjoy it a bit longer.

...

The flames soared high, and the sounds of slaughter and shifting figures intertwined as the battle grew increasingly desperate.

“Lord Ansu, what should we do...” Freya gripped Ansu's hand tightly.

Freya, Archbishop Paul, and his attendants were all fighting without pause, but there were simply too many enemies.

This was not a small raiding party, but the regular army of the Wolfgar tribe—fierce wolf-born warriors, galloping wolf cavalry, and the oppressive black shadows of giant wolves in the distance. There were at least six or seven of the giant wolves like the one Ansu had struggled to kill earlier.

But at this moment, Ansu fell into a strange silence, not replying to her for a long time.

“Lord Ansu...?”

Freya turned her head and found him staring intently at the magitech communicator in his hand, his brow tightly knit.

“What's wrong?”

“The messages won't go out.” Ansu muttered suspiciously, “It seems some kind of power is isolating our magic signals...”

He then tried Celia's 【Communication Amulet】, but after sending several messages in a row, there was still no response.

Ansu recalled how, not long ago, all of the witch's surveillance had suddenly disappeared...

It was highly likely that her 【Reconnaissance Golem】 had also been jammed.

These two incidents were definitely not a coincidence.

Strange...

This region was becoming more and more bizarre.

Finally, Ansu took out the tactical communicator that Professor Duncan had given him before his departure.

According to Professor Duncan, no matter what the situation, it could be used to send out a distress signal.

Since this communicator could only send minimalist messages, Ansu thought for a moment and, to avoid worrying those who cared about him, quickly entered and sent a minimalist code:

【Safe, contact later】