Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

Chapter 1021  Spoils

As soon as the enemy formations stopped working, the Formation Master indicated to the group that they could move safely.

Vicente led the way along with Rex until they split up. Vice went through the trees on the outskirts of the area, while Rex circled the area, heading for the group of beasts there.

Larissa moved through the shadows cast by Vicente, passing the guards on her way without being noticed, almost as if she was totally blended in with the wind.

The other members of the group stayed where they were, arming themselves with their attack tools to act as soon as the actions of these three warriors resulted in a reaction from the enemy guards.

Vicente and Larissa went quickly to reach their objectives, she arriving at an area where several men of low and medium level were resting in that camp. Meanwhile, he went to where two of the strongest individuals in the area were, sneaking up on one of them.

The two men were meditating, totally vulnerable to the black-haired young man. When Vicente acted with daggers covered in darkness and a fraction of his restrictive powers, they had no chance to defend themselves or dodge.

They both lost control of their meditations as they felt punctures at the level of their hearts.

They opened their eyes, but all they could do was stare at the enemy who had dealt them that mortal blow. Unable to move, they fell face-first to the ground a few moments later, while Vicente moved on to the next of his opponents.

Larissa killed the fourth enemy just as Vicente reached the third of his high-level targets. She stopped at the entrance to the tent that she had just killed the enemy men when she saw one beast in her range of vision rise.

'Rex won't be able to hide his movements like we can.' She thought and promptly turned her gaze toward where seven men were quietly chatting around a campfire. None of them were stronger than her, and they had their defenses wide open.

She carefully made her way over to them, holding a short blade in her dominant hand, prepared to attack and use her advantage against these men.

At that moment, Rex finally acted, leaping at one of the inattentive beasts, momentarily attracting the attention of the other beasts.

The Flaming Lion was quick to slit the throat of one of his targets with his razor-sharp claws. But he couldn't use the surprise factor to his advantage again when the other beasts rose against him, their eyes wide in shock.

Rex advanced with his fangs against one opponent closest to him, but one other opened its mouth and made a warning sound, the signal for Vicente's group to act more violently.

The members of the group who had fallen behind finally got their signal. Seeing the guards in front of them turn to look in the direction of the beast's cry, they took advantage of the enemies with their backs to them and acted.

The Formation Master and the Alchemist of the group used their artifacts to attack the enemies, while the Tracker and the Beast Tamer were already moving against two different opponents.

"Enemies!" One of those men realized the attack and shouted a few moments before meeting Vicente's Tracker blade.

"Aaaaagh!"

Immediately afterwards, several cries of pain spread through the surrounding area, alerting different directions of the camp to signs of trouble.

One of the leaders not attacked by Vicente came out of his hut with a horrified look on his face and found himself surrounded by fighting.

To the south of his position, beasts were fighting a Flaming Lion. To the north, a group of bodies lie around a campfire, while a white-haired woman finished attacking her targets. Finally, explosions and screaming sounds came from the east, and a dark aura came from the west.

"Shit! Who are you?" The head of the outlaw group shouted angrily as he revealed his seven pentagrams, turning his focus in the direction Vicente was facing.

Vicente killed the fifth of his enemies when his group became visible to their enemies. He let go of the corpse he had just killed and looked at the man with 2 Yellow, 2 Green and 2 Cyan and 1 Indigo pentagrams, who was staring at him right now.

He then introduced himself by showing not just one of his magical forms, but both of them.

With 14 pentagrams appearing around him, more than half of them indigo, Vicente made a combat stance and said, "My name is Vicente Fuller and I'm here to collect your head, Onfroi."

The man could sense that Vicente was only a low-level Magus, several levels weaker than him, a high-level Magus. But the magical configuration of Vicente's pentagrams and the amount of pentagrams in front of him was ridiculous.

"Impossible!" He felt a chill run down his spine and also a sudden desire to flee.

Something inside him told him that this was not a battle he could fight!

But his warrior side, offended by the invasion of his camp, prevented him from fleeing in readiness. Instead, he jumped towards Vicente as his seven pentagrams glowed, his body transforming.

His fur and leather clothes tore, while his muscles grew three times in size. But even though he got bigger and stronger, his speed wasn't compromised. He arrived at Vicente's side and attacked in search of his principal opponent's head in that area.

Vicente didn't move, staying where he was while the entire camp glowed a golden hue, momentarily blinding anyone who wasn't wearing the special glasses similar to the one he had on his face.

The enemy trying to attack him felt like closing his eyes, but something stopped him. In fact, something prevented him from continuing his movement, as his body suddenly came to a complete standstill when he got close to Vicente.

His retina quickly burned as he lost all his sight.

But Vicente didn't make him suffer for long. With a subtle movement of one of his fingers, Vice opened the chest of the muscular opponent in front of him and ripped his heart out of his chest.

"Your criminal journey ends here, Onfroi. Today, I will take everything you have accumulated on your journey."

These were the last words the man behind this group heard before he fell to the ground, losing his life without even touching the enemy.

Vicente felt his group had already eliminated half of the opponents, but there were still some tricky individuals for his allies. He moved to deal with these last targets, quickly ending the fight with an absurd level of ease.

Fortunately, he had destroyed that group's formations before infiltrating this camp. Otherwise, they would have had to almost exhaust their strength to overcome the defenses of this place before having a deadly battle to eliminate the group of outcasts.

But in less than 10 minutes, everything ended well for the group of {Golden Partners}, when they could finally divide up their spoils of combat!