Your Not So Ordinary Villain

The elder was sure that their enemy would not survive that attack. Even though his strength was above normal, he was confident that against magic, physical strength will not prevail. He was already smiling to himself as if he had already won even without seeing the butler's body.

After a while, they could see a shadow behind the dust and there stood the butler unharmed. The azure lines on his face were glowing and his black skin showed some kind of luster. He was wrapped in a transparent film. Even the child in his arms remained unharmed.

"Is that all? No wonder my master is disappointed because you people are so weak." The whites of his eyes also turned black and his pupils were glowing.

"What!?" The elder was furious at the insult.

The surprise from seeing the man unscathed after the attack disappeared because of his words. He was now angry and without second thoughts he sent his men to attack. The other elder on the other hand remained silent on the side.

Unlike the other elders, he was more collected and calmer. He would observe his opponent and his surroundings first before he engages in a fight. He was not going to follow the idiot elder who was now fuming in anger just because of a little insult.

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Their enemy could easily dodge the attacks aimed his way and his strength was not ordinary. He guessed that it has something to do with the lines on his face and the change in his appearance. He had never seen a person who could transform like him.

Based on the strength alone, the enemy has the upper hand. He could easily block a direct hit from magic and could easily dispel them even though he was carrying the child with his hand. The idiot elder couldn't even notice the discrepancy in their power and yet he was recklessly going after him.

This calm elder instead of hastily attacking, so he chose to step back and retreat. He knew that he wouldn't be able to win. He can inflict injury but he can't defeat that person so it was better for him to leave and escape. His priority was his life and nothing else.

Mr. C already noticed that the other elder intended to leave so he did not pay him any attention. The master would take care of everything anyways so it was alright to let one of the preys to escape. He could now focus on the arrogant one in front of him.

He carefully placed the child on the ground and placed a device on his side that created an invisible barrier around him. Now that the baggage was gone, he could now fight comfortably. He looked at the mages who were surrounding him with their magic ready to launch anytime and smirked.

With the speed accelerator implanted in his body, he rushed forward and punched the first person in front. His fist connected with the person's stomach and he followed up with a tornado roundhouse kick which sent him flying towards the other mages. The person who was kicked collided with several people which caused them all to fall down or lost their balance.

Mr. C did not miss this opportunity to attack another one with a solid punch or a kick. The nanotechnology that the master modified was the reason why he was this strong. Each nanite in his body was amplified using the master's mana and blood. It was something that the master did out of boredom and he did not expect to reap such benefits.

The previous programs in him were all upgraded because of what the master did out on a whim. It was also the reason why he was immune to any magical attacks. If it was before he got an upgrade, he would be immediately destroyed after receiving all those attacks. All his circuits and programs would be rendered useless without the nanites introduced in his body.

He moved so fast and flawlessly that the mages couldn't follow his movements at all. They were like headless chickens running around without direction. They started to attack indiscriminately without minding their surroundings. The elder who was commanding them became frustrated at how useless his men were.

Sure it was impressive that their enemy could move like that even without using mana but he still believed that he couldn't be compared to him. His magic was exactly what he needed to defeat the enemy. A light appeared below him followed by the appearance of several arrowheads coated with green mana.

He opened his eyes and target locked Mr. C. His brown hair floated as he sent these arrowheads towards the butler who was busy knocking down the minions. The first arrowhead came and aimed at his head but the butler docked to evade the attack. The second came from behind while he was busy docking down but he rotated his body to the right and successfully dodged the attack once again.

He was simultaneously knocking down mages along the way while the arrowheads were continuously following his movements. He danced amongst the chaos with blood and destruction as his background. The green lines created by the arrowheads served as a special effect that made the scene seem fantastical. It would be a picture-perfect scene in modern times.

The elder gritted his teeth because of how many times he missed the target. Although he was using his tracking magic, he couldn't even land a hit on the enemy. The more frustrated he became, the more clumsy the movements of his arrowheads became.

Mr. C smirked when he noticed it. People who could be easily affected by their emotions were opponents who he could easily defeat. In the course of only five minutes, hundreds of attacks were already exchanged and this time, Mr. C was getting nearer and nearer the elder. After another minute, the last mage that was bothering him was knocked down and now his target was the elder who was relentless in his pursuit.

Before Mr. C could get close to the elder, a golden shield appeared before him and four arrowheads landed on the spot where he was originally standing. He looked to the side and saw that Celes was already awake. Although he was still a little bit weak, he still managed to call forth that shield.

Celes once again extended his arms and snapped at the direction of Mr. C. A surge of white holy flames came out from below him and burned him. The other elder used that moment to mobilize his arrowheads once again and this time, six arrowheads hit their mark and exploded. They hoped that those attacks were enough to injure the man but their expectation was crushed.

Mr. C shook off the remaining holy flame in his body. His clothes were burned but his whole body was intact. He looked like a statue made of a black granite as he stood there. Celes and the elder saw that there was something moving around the enemy's body which contributed to the black skin he was sporting right now.

They were not sure what it was but they were sure that that thing might be the reason why the man can withstand all of their attacks. They looked at each other in tacit understanding and in that short span of time, Celes used his shield as a weapon and flung it towards the man.

The butler raised his hand and stopped the shield with only his palm. He then gripped the shield and threw it back towards Celes. The other elder added two more arrowheads and let the six arrowheads attack.

"How futile," he mumbled before he took a step forward and disappeared and flashed in front of the other elder.

Before the elder could raise his defense, he was already lifted in the air as the butler gripped his neck and slowly raised him up. The nanites in his arms moved like a wave until they reached the hand that was gripping the elder's neck. He then slammed him down on the ground really hard that anyone nearby could hear a bone cracking.