Modern World Warlock-Chapter 176: The Mysterious Pursuers
As the bus driver refilled the tank at the rural gas station, Dante sensed a surge of umbra coming towards them from the highway.
Not wanting to scare the middle-aged driver, the warlock said that he would buy a bottle of water at the gas station’s shop, which the driver thought was strange since they had all sorts of refreshments inside the bus.
However, instead of walking to the store, Dante walked around the bus to stay away from the driver’s point of view and rushed to the street without being spotted.
The highway was a double-sided road, so the warlock knew that their pursuers would have to drive through one lane, making him stand in the middle.
He felt a bit glad seeing that he had a rocky wall on one side and a pine forest on the other, and as the distant flow of umbra got closer, he was able to detail the small car traveling towards him.
’All that umbra in that little car…?’ Dante pondered.
Inside the vehicle approaching the warlock, two fully masked individuals spotted Dante standing in the middle of the road.
The driver had his entire face shrouded with a black mask, but his crimson eyes and white hair were still somewhat visible.
Beside him on the passenger’s seat, a short woman with two ponytails hastily adjusted her white mask, which utterly covered her face.
"Is that the fucking security guy?" The girl asked.
"I suppose this is our chance," the man replied.
Dante was expecting the driver to crash into him so that he could throw the car to the side of the road, as the intentions of the people inside the vehicle were already evident simply by their umbra.
However, the car decided to stop a few meters away from him, prompting the passengers to exit the vehicle.
"Are you okay there, buddy?" The driver asked the warlock, slowly approaching him with his companion.
"Hmmm, you two are not human…" Dante casually muttered, placing a hand on his chin.
The two strangers halted their steps, confused at the accuracy of the warlock’s words, who thoughtfully scrutinized the individuals.
"Hey, fuckhead, you must be drunk… I’ll put you to sleep real quick!" The girl shouted.
’Fuckhead…?’ Dante thought, raising an eyebrow and dropping his head laterally.
The girl was about to rush straight at her objective but instantly froze as Dante released his suppressed umbra, making the two strangers feel immense pressure around them.
’Wh-what… Who is this guy!?’ The girl thought as all she could see was a looming shadow with two crimson eyes staring down at them.
"Number 4!" The driver beckoned her companion.
However, when she looked up, Dante was standing right in front of her, making the woman shiver in fear and bite her tongue, unable to raise her gaze to see his face.
"That’s it?" Dante asked, his tone deep and intimidating.
At that moment, seeing that his companion couldn’t move a muscle, the driver launched himself at the warlock.
His hands turned into claws, and his target was set for his neck. Nevertheless, Dante raised his right hand and gripped the driver’s arm before his attack could land a scratch.
Keeping his composure, the warlock punched the man in the gut and pushed him against the rock wall on the side of the road, turning his attention back to the girl, who was still restricted from moving out of sheer horror.
*Phew* "Almost ripped his arm apart… I don’t really want to taint this outfit," Dante commented, feeling glad that the blazer that was made for him still looked intact.
"Maybe I should’ve taken it off…" he continued, getting interrupted by the girl, who mustered all of her courage to attack the warlock.
However, Dante simply took a step to the side, leaving the girl clawing the air and receiving a kick on the ribs that flung her in the same direction as her companion stamped to the cliff.
Only the lights from the vehicle illuminated the surroundings, but Dante could still see the two strangers standing up from the ground, holding their bodies in pain.
"Number 4… We might have to run," The man said.
"Ugh, fuck…" The badmouth girl replied, spitting out some blood with a distasteful expression.
"I can’t have you run so quickly… I would like to ask who hired you first," Dante interjected their conversation.
His words sounded polite, but the energy flowing from his body said otherwise to the strangers.
"Hmm, no heartbeat… But you are also not undead, so you are not the people we are looking for," Dante commented.
The two attackers were perplexed at the warlock’s words. They’ve never met anyone who could read them so clearly, even when they tried hiding their identities.
Understanding the danger before them, the two individuals quickly pulled out a small gem from their pocket and tightly squeezed it, encasing them in shadows that teleported them away.
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Dante placed a hand on his chin inquisitively, looking back and seeing that they had left the car running in the middle of the road.
Not even thirty seconds later, Megan arrived at the scene. She woke up after feeling Dante releasing his suppressed umbra, which was strong enough for her to discern all the way from the bus.
"What the hell happened here…?" She asked, looking at the abandoned car and the crumbles on the cliff.
The warlock explained that they were being followed, and the attackers were seemingly planning to catch them by surprise at the gas station, so he went ahead and stopped them before the band could see them.
"I would’ve waited for them at the gas station, but I didn’t want the girls to see the attackers getting killed…" Dante elaborated.
"And… where are the two?" Megan pondered.
"They teleported away, but it wasn’t a soulstone…" he replied.
"It seems like they had gems with a spell enchantment… That’s pretty advanced," Dante continued.
Megan didn’t understand the difference between Dante’s soulstones and an enchanted gem, so the warlock said that he would explain in detail on the bus, as the band had already been waiting for him for a few minutes.
