Arcane Emperor

A fireball the size of a washbasin hurtled through the air.

In the sky, it gradually swelled and, guided by psychic power, it accurately struck the center of the Mutated Black Wolf.

With a thunderous "boom"!

The fireball exploded instantly, engulfing several Mutated Black Wolves in its scorching flames.

The terrifying blast tore the surrounding Mutated Black Wolves to shreds.

When the dust settled, out of over ten Mutated Black Wolves, only four or five struggled to their feet.

One spell!

Nearly ten Mutated Creatures were dispatched in an instant!

All the soldiers who witnessed this scene were stunned, then their morale soared!

The warriors in the rear promptly engaged, easily slaying the few Mutated Black Wolves that were hindered in their movements.

The Wanderers cleaning the battlefield returned, proudly holding three pieces of beginner Flesh Essence, and shouted to everyone:

"Fellows, keep it up!"

The other squads of warriors, not to be outdone, burst forth with enthusiasm far beyond the ordinary. Under the command of Knight Angela, they engaged in combat with the onrushing Mutated Creatures.

The Mutated Fishmen were the first to be cleared.

With their short stature, fragile heads, weaker attacks, and lower agility.

A Shield blocks, and with the fall of Longspears and broadswords, they were basically killed.

However, their chance of dropping materials was not low, with one piece dropping for every five defeated.

With the threats from both sides dealt with, the soldiers freed their hands to quickly support their comrades.

A bulky Mutated Savage Bull charged over, breathing heavily.

Standing nearly two meters tall and weighing over a thousand kilograms, it had two sharp horns on its head, making it a formidable presence.

But the soggy mud of the swamp was so deep that its forehooves were submerged, making movement very cumbersome.

Angela, with her keen battle sense, deployed her soldiers to trap it in the muddy pit.

Without waiting for it to climb onto solid ground, four or five Longspears pierced it viciously.

The stench of fresh blood turned the entire mud pit red.

The Mutated Savage Bull howled non-stop as its body sank deeper and deeper until Angela, who arrived later, beheaded it with a sword.

Thanks to its robust vitality, the Mutated Savage Bull endured to the last moment, while the other Mutated Creatures had been dispatched long before.

"Ding, you have killed a Mutated Black Wolf and gained 20 Experience Points (EXP)."

"Ding, you have killed a Mutated Black Wolf and gained 30 Experience Points (EXP), 1 Skill Point."

"Ding, you have killed a Mutated Black Wolf and gained 20 Experience Points (EXP)..."

"Ding, you have killed..."

"...1 Skill Point!"

"..."

Similar kill notifications entered Matthew's ears, and he quickly noticed the difference.

"Indeed, if I act personally, I can gain additional Skill Points, which should equate to an increase in skill proficiency."

"From this point of view, each has its advantages..."

"It seems I must become more generous in the future."

As all other Mutated Creatures died off, two huge Mutated Crocodiles arrived belatedly.

Matthew calculated the speed of the Mutated Crocodiles and found it comparable to that of an adult's brisk walk.

If the convoy abandoned all its supplies, they should be able to escape the pursuit.

As for the supplies, the Mutated Creatures wouldn't be interested, and they could come back to recover them after the night, early next morning.

The feasibility of this plan was very high.

Matthew, however, just sat quietly on the carriage, silently staring at the Luck attribute of "-3" on his property list.

Matthew vaguely remembered the last moments of his past life as a player.

In the successive months of battle, his army and kingdom had been plagued with misfortune.

It wasn't a natural disaster, it was the resurrection of the Evil God; it seemed as if all the bad luck had gathered together.

Gradually, Matthew realized there must be an enemy manipulating events from behind the scenes.

In the face of all the misfortunes, Matthew did his utmost to deal with them, even though his bad luck only seemed to worsen.

Until the critical moment of the decisive battle, when the fatal weapons collectively "malfunctioned."

Fully aware that he could not turn the tide, Matthew didn't hesitate to sacrifice himself, transforming into the ultimate weapon and spectacularly taking with him the Grim Reaper Yegor and the Great Evil God Losanda.

Little did he know that beside the two of them, the Goddess of Luck Temora, who was about to teleport away, was actually fooled by luck herself.

The teleportation failed; she didn't even put up a proper fight or struggle, and was taken away by Matthew!

Reflecting on it now, Matthew immediately speculated that the ability "Fate's Choice" could very likely have come from the Goddess of Luck, Temora.

Those who whimsically toy with luck and misfortune will ultimately be played by fate!

If Matthew had kept evading, he might have been able to hide for a while, but he definitely couldn't escape forever!

"Give it your all, don't miss any opportunity, and fate will be shattered!"

Matthew stood up and looked at the Mutated Crocodile drawing ever closer, silently calculating the distance.

As soon as the Mutated Crocodile on the right came within a 50-meter range, he decisively hurled another "fireball."

Boom!

The blazing fireball hit the Mutated Crocodile's head with precision, and the expanding blaze engulfed its upper body.

The swift shockwave blasted mud and wastewater everywhere.

The violent tremors made every warrior swallow hard at the "fireball's" lethality.

As the thick smoke gradually cleared, a 4-to-5-meter-diameter semicircular crater had appeared on the originally smooth mud surface.

The might of the Fireball Technique!

It was so formidable!

Everyone's scalp tingled as they began to feel a deep awe of Matthew's power, the My Lord.

Even the old Butler Narf standing next to Matthew hadn't anticipated that Matthew's Fireball Technique would be so powerful!

It far surpassed the fireball spells cast by common Mages or Arcanists!

"Could it be that My Lord has been studying and improving the Fireball Technique all this time?"

"Or perhaps My Lord's talent has always been this strong, it's just that he has not displayed it until now..."

"Looking at it this way, My Lord's choice to contract with the young dragon was indeed excellent. With his accumulation and potential, it won't be long before his Arcanist level is raised, perhaps..."

"Roar...!"

The black-smoked head of the Mutated Crocodile emerged from the semi-circular mud pit.

One-third of its jaw was blown off, exposing the raw red flesh inside, with even flames "hissing" as they burned.

The Mutated Crocodile, as if it couldn't feel any pain, shook its head, flinging off slices of fresh blood and flesh.

Before it could completely crawl out, another speeding fireball hit it in the head.

The expanding blaze, with terrifying destructive power, completely tore apart its head. The large headless body convulsed wildly for a moment before "plop," falling into the soft mud pit.

"Ding, you've used an over-level spell—Fireball Technique, consuming 60 (an extra 50% consumption) Mana Points."

"Ding, your Fireball Technique caused 16 points (Precision increase 100%) of final damage to the Mutated Crocodile; the Mutated Crocodile is dead..."

"Ding, you have killed a Mutated Crocodile and gained 70 Experience Points, and acquired one Skill Point."

Matthew, who had expended 180 Mana Points in one breath, let out a subtle sigh of relief and casually sat down.

He put down the Magic Wand that was already out of Fireball Technique casting times and turned to Angela at the center of the team, saying,

"Its vitality is quite tenacious, approximately 1.5 times that of the Mutated Savage Bull; it moves slowly, reacts slowly, and is very sluggish in responding to attacks."

"Now, it's a good opportunity for training. Everyone work together to resolve this, then we'll continue on our way."

Hearing Matthew's confident voice, jolted from shock to awakening, the soldiers once again keenly felt the Arcanist's might and terror, and grew even more exhilarated.

Having such a My Lord was indeed fortunate!

Matthew, whose Mana had largely been drained and was now only down to 70 points, naturally would not tell everyone that he was nearly out of resources.

He was smiling, enjoying the awe in everyone's gaze!