Chapter 503: Volume Eleven: Shrouded in Fog and Smoke - Fifteen: Dark Night Angel Mercenary Group
A crisp cry of alarm came from the assassin who had fallen to the ground, as two glistening vines, like living ropes, slithered over the assassin’s tightly constricted body, gradually sprouting little thorns. With each sinuous movement of the vines, the mage’s broad robe was shredded to tatters, revealing the body-hugging clothing underneath.
At this moment, the two warriors who had launched a desperate attack also seemed to realize their recklessness and stopped, sheepishly, not knowing what to do as they looked at Komer and his companion.
The two opponents in front of them didn’t seem to be part of the group that had been evading pursuit and assassination; one was calm and collected, spreading magic freely, while the other, though looking displeased, exuded elegance and serenity, and with her picturesque eyebrows and soft features, it was hard to imagine she was the mage who had just cast the Light Holy Shield.
But one thing was certain, the two opposites standing as mages were not their enemies. Uncertain why the others had called out for them to wait, it had triggered an intense reaction from the already tense trio.
Lome looked unhappily at the Great Sage, who was intently watching the struggling assassin on the ground. The mage’s robe that covered the outside had been torn into scraps by her thrashing and the crawling vines, revealing a sophisticated assassin attire underneath, with long, shapely legs leading up to full and firm hips tightly wrapped in a leather crafted from a special beast skin, outlining an enchanting figure that could only be attained through extensive physical training.
Around her slender waist, a wide belt fastened in reverse was adorned with a string of small trinkets that resembled decorations, but Komer knew they likely served another purpose, though he could not discern their secrets for the time being.
Above the delicate waistline were her prominent breasts; two large, green chest plates fastened over her elevated bosom, covering her peaks completely, yet the contours of her figure could still be discerned from the outside.
The mage’s hat that had been covering her head also fell off, revealing short hair that blazed like leaping flames, with an attractive round face and eyes wide with anger. Her cheeks, flushed with a crimson hue, were slightly sweaty, and her cute nostrils flared continuously. Clearly, being tied to the ground by these embarrassingly magical vines was intolerable for her; she clenched her silver teeth and refused to make a sound, struggling continuously to escape the increasingly tightening vines.