I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 403

Chapter 110: Taking Down the Little One…

“Is that… a treant? And an adult one at that?”

“Aren’t we supposed to have a ban on contracting these things?!”

“Quit talking nonsense, go help him!”

Hex’s face changed drastically as he shouted, rushing towards Roy’s direction, only to be halted by the swarm of corpses.

The treant is one of the most familiar magical beasts of Sequence 6 to adventurers.

Residing deep in the forest, treants can be even more troublesome than wyverns. Not only do they have self-healing abilities, but they also possess blood-sucking vines; once entangled, even a Sequence 6 magical beast would struggle to break free alone.

It’s said that this was not a beast born of Veszyra’s nature, but rather a cursed creature cultivated by cultists.

Mavin stumbled back a few steps, his legs shaking.

After a moment of panic, he wiped his forehead, forcing out a strained chuckle.

“Ha, ha, ha! Hahahaha!”

“Looks like you’ve fallen for my trap, fool! Did you really think a measly adventurer could kill me?!”

Like most wizards, Mavin had no close-combat skills.

In fact, had he summoned the treant just a second later, he would have been sliced in half by that sword.

But what does that matter? In the end, it’s him, Mavin Cassandra, who laughs last!

“Surprise! The treant is my real trump card! I paid a hefty price to get this fine piece from the cultists!”

“They say that those drained by the treant fall into an irresistible beautiful illusion… A rather merciful way to die for a lowly mongrel like you, right?”

The treant, drooling, was savage and grotesque as it mounted Roy, violently writhing its vine-covered lower body, its face contorting into a twisted semblance of humanity.

But the next second, it froze in shock, letting out a pained cry as its whole body twisted, cracks forming all over it, oozing thick yellow-green goo.

Like a frantic ant on a hot stove, it desperately released its vines, trying to flee from Roy.

But Roy grabbed its hand, thwarting its escape attempt.

An All Things Wither cursed creature?

How funny. Among the cultists encountered so far, the All Things Wither is probably the one that suffers from self-restraint the most!

Roy’s blood was now nearly pure blood clan, brimming with life energy, and to the All Things Wither, it was pure poison!

That cursed creature, which had just moments ago been so confident on his back, was now frantically trying to escape from him.

Yet with his dragon scales protecting him, those strikes were nothing to fear.

Roy drew his longsword and slashed at the treant’s midsection.

Sparkflame.

Flames ignited, and blade light erupted.

With a casual slice, Roy cleaved the treant’s body in two.

The treant dropped its lower half and scurried away quickly on its hands, but Roy caught up, stepping on its head and thrusting his fire-covered sword right through it.

Crimson flames erupted from the tip of the sword, instantly engulfing the treant’s form.

The pitiful creature twisted and howled, but it was futile, reduced to ashes in an instant.

Amid the swirling, dancing flames, the cloaked swordsman casually flicked the filth from his blade and turned coldly towards Mavin.

With that, Mavin’s face lost all traces of humor.

He was all out of tricks.

“Looks like you’re fresh out of options?” Roy mocked with a grin.

Mavin ignored the jab, shouting for the surrounding corpses to swarm towards Roy.

Without a second thought, he turned and fled, hoping to escape back into the protective barrier.

As long as he could get back, he would be safe!

But just as he was about to reach the vine barrier, he suddenly fell uncontrollably to the ground.

Mavin turned in shock, only to find his legs had disappeared in a pool of bright crimson.

Those corpses couldn’t even delay Roy’s pace.

The ghost wielding the blood blade approached him leisurely, each step resounding like a death knell in Mavin’s heart.

“Ah… Aahhh!”

“Don’t come any closer!!!!”

With no legs left, Mavin crawled a couple of times before finally realizing there was no hope left.

He looked up to the sky and cried out.

“Father! Save me!!!”

This sudden call made Roy freeze in surprise, tightening his muscles, ready to face an impending threat, glancing back towards the barrier.

It was said that Dia Cassandra had entered Sequence 6 eighteen years ago. Of course, it wasn’t unusual for bloodlines to diminish over twenty or thirty years.

But considering Leanna’s circumstances in the original work, Roy didn’t think the man who had taken the Purple Magic Academy would be as easy to deal with as Mavin.

However, seconds passed, and nothing happened.

“Father! Help! Save me! I’m dying!” Mavin shouted again.

Still, nothing happened.

Even Roy couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

Taking down the little one and then coming for the big one wasn’t unexpected.

What was funny was either that noble Purple Mage was too busy to care, or Mavin had been treated as a pawn without realizing it.

Roy taunted, “Looks like your father-son relationship isn’t so great.”

Mavin turned, sheer terror etched on his face, “N-no, no, no, no, no!”

“What’s wrong, noble Purple Mage? No need to panic over a lowly commoner, right?”

The fear of death overshadowed any embarrassment. Mavin could only muster a face even worse than crying.

“Y-you’re an adventurer, right? It was my mistake; I misjudged you!”

“My father is very strong! He’ll win! He’s got everything under control! Money, treasure, whatever you want for revenge, I can give you everything if you spare me!”

Roy pretended to ponder, “Compensation, huh…”

“As long as I can give it, you can have whatever you want!” Mavin propped himself up but then hunched over, crying out.

“I actually have a reward I want.”

Mavin perked up at this glimmer of hope.

But before he could even smile, his expression shifted to pure terror.

The sword blade slipped, and the headless Purple Mage collapsed like a pile of mud.

That look of horror was forever fixed on his face.

For those who would forsake humanity’s righteousness in pursuit of power, trampling on the innocent without remorse, Roy saw no reason to show any mercy, with no psychological burden whatsoever.

“Thank you, I’ve received my reward.”

“But you really have let me down.”

Originally, Roy had hoped to rely on Mavin to break into Sequence 7.

Who would have thought that, despite being Sequence 6, Mavin’s strength was clearly lower than that of a Death Knight, not quite the life-or-death struggle he had anticipated.

The only real threat had actually been that initial surprise attack from the centaur archer.

A heavy mithril arrow had left a mark on his dragon scales.

But after being on guard, it didn’t pose much of a threat.

A sufficiently strong Sequence 6, combined with appropriate equipment, could threaten the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, but it wasn’t that simple to break through. Not to mention even if the outer dragon scales were breached, Roy still had Iron-Clad Bone, stacking on the armor without hesitation.

With Mavin’s death, the surrounding corpses collapsed in large numbers.

Hex, who had finally made his way here, was stunned to see Mavin’s head was already gone, staring at Roy with a newfound respect.

The adventurers cheered, hoisting Mavin’s corpse onto a spear for all to see.

With the enemy’s fierce general slain, the morale among the wizarding association surged once more, completely turning the tide and launching a counterattack.

Seizing the opportunity, Roy led the adventurers to the location of the Hydra they had encountered earlier.

The barrier here had already melted a large hole, clearly indicating that Leanna had long since breached it with the black mages.