Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 487:Attacked

Once the Star Dust Essence found its buyer, the auction proceeded with various other valuable commodities. The subsequent significant item to be showcased was a Potential Breaking Potion, a coveted SSS rank concoction.

The instant it was unveiled, a noticeable wave of interest swept through the assembled crowd. Murmurs began to circulate amongst the attendees as potential bidders readied themselves, some even leaning forward in anticipation.

However, Ethan remained entirely unswayed.

He cast a single glance at the item before his attention shifted elsewhere. While such a potion might captivate others, it held no immediate value for him. His demeanor stayed composed, and the thought of placing a bid never crossed his mind.

Shortly thereafter, a collection of armaments was presented on the dais. These weapons were impeccably crafted, exuding potent magical energies. Ethan scrutinized them with renewed focus this time, his gaze sharpening slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he resolved to make a move.

The bidding commenced for the weapon set and escalated rapidly, though the competition waned significantly at the higher price points. Ethan entered the fray at an opportune moment, submitting his bids with steady resolve. Ultimately, he acquired the complete set for a sum of four hundred million gold coins.

Rathlos observed him with a fleeting glance but offered no comment. He understood that Ethan was making preparations for future necessities, and these armaments could prove beneficial for their forces.

Finally, the auction's last featured item was brought forth.

A premier Mythic-level sword, known as the Rose Halo.

Its appearance hushed the entire hall once more. The sword was placed with utmost care upon the display stand, its subtle luminescence casting reflections across the stage. A formidable aura enveloped it, and even from a distance, its edge felt palpable.

The significance of a weapon required no elaboration.

A superior and well-suited weapon possessed the capability to dramatically amplify one's martial prowess instantaneously. For numerous combatants, such a blade could be the decisive factor between survival and demise.

Yet, on this occasion, no one challenged Ethan.

Following the preceding incidents, the majority had already elected to refrain from opposing him. The bidding process unfolded without impediment, and Ethan secured the sword with minimal contention.

With this final acquisition, the auction drew to a close.

Post-event, the auction house promptly facilitated the delivery of all items successfully bid on by Ethan. The staff executed their duties with dispatch, ensuring the items were promptly brought to him.

Ethan presented the gold coin cheque, issued by the Empire, to finalize the transaction. The process was seamless, encountering no objections from any party.

The moment all arrangements were concluded, Ethan saw no reason to prolong his stay.

He placed a hand on Rathlos's shoulder.

"Let us depart."

Without the slightest delay, the pair exited the auction house. They navigated the city streets at a brisk pace, their trajectory direct and purposeful. Neither harbored any desire to remain in that location any longer than necessary.

Soon, they were beyond the city limits, commencing their journey away from Margrave.

As they traversed the roadway, Ethan's reflections returned to the peculiar occurrences during the auction. The unusual bidding patterns, the concealed adversary, and their abrupt vanishing act. Nothing about it felt conventional.

However, Ethan, eager for his return home, remained oblivious to a critical detail.

An unseen presence, akin to a 'rat', was stealthily tailing him.

A middle-aged Mythic mage navigated the shadowed environs behind them with practiced silence. Clad in somber robes and wielding a high-tier elemental staff, his presence was completely masked through sophisticated spatial concealment magic, rendering him virtually undetectable.

He observed Ethan from a considerable distance, his gaze sharp and calculating.

It was abundantly clear that he harbored clandestine intentions.

"So… this is the brat who has been causing all the commotion," the man whispered to himself, his tone laced with evident contempt.

"Getting so arrogant merely for reaching the Legendary level at such a young age."

A faint, malevolent grin began to stretch across his lips.

"Today, this old man will tear you limb from limb… kekeke…"

His low laughter carried a distinct, chilling malice.

Meanwhile, Ethan remained completely unaware that peril was now creeping up from behind.

The road lay quiet before them as Ethan and Rathlos continued their exodus from the city. The surrounding landscape grew more serene, with fewer travelers and expansive open grounds interspersed with clusters of woodland and undulating terrain. The wind swept consistently across the plains, carrying a subtle coolness that brushed against their attire as they advanced at a measured pace.

Ethan rode slightly ahead, with Rathlos maintaining a position close behind, both preserving their momentum and vigilance. For a time, nothing seemed amiss, and the journey felt almost tranquil.

Then, a subtle shift occurred.

A faint distortion shimmered into existence in the air behind them. It was so imperceptible that most would have overlooked it entirely. The Mythic mage slowly raised his staff, his gaze fixed intently on Ethan's retreating back. A dark luminescence began to coalesce at the staff's apex, accompanied by silent formations of compressed mana.

"Void Pierce."

The spell was unleashed in an instant.

A slender, nearly invisible spike of concentrated energy zipped forward at breakneck speed. It sliced through the air in silence, zeroing in on Ethan's heart.

However, just as it arrived, Ethan's eyes snapped shut.

His body reacted purely on instinct.

SWOOSH!

He shifted slightly to the side, and the unseen spike grazed his shoulder. It ripped through his cloak, leaving a thin crimson line on his skin.

BOOM!

The projectile slammed into the ground before him, detonating with force and carving out a deep crater.

Rathlos reacted with swiftness, whirling around. "Ambush!" he bellowed, unleashing his aura. His gaze swept the empty space behind them.

Ethan slowly straightened, his expression hardening. "...So it has finally arrived," he murmured.

The very air rippled once more.

The mage emerged from his concealment, his form solidifying. His robes billowed gently, and his staff thrummed with ominous power. A subtle, wicked grin touched his lips.

"You reacted swifter than I anticipated," he stated calmly. "But that changes nothing."

Rathlos's eyes narrowed. "My Lord... Mythic rank."

Ethan gave a slight nod. "I am aware."

The mage elevated his staff once more. "Let's discover how long you can persist."

In the following moment, the sky seemed to dim. Numerous magical arrays materialized around him, intricately layered and spinning with complex designs.

"Elemental Collapse."

Flames, lightning, and compressed winds coalesced, hurtling forward as a chaotic tempest of devastation.

BOOOOM!

The onslaught tore across the earth, surging towards Ethan and Rathlos.

Ethan took a determined step forward, his aura instantly flaring. A golden luminescence enveloped his body, his presence expanding outwards. He lifted a hand slightly. "Disperse."

The incoming assaults crashed against his aura, shattering, yet the residual force propelled him back a short distance as dust and debris rained down.