Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

They would have problems with the Congregation of Revelation one way or another. The best thing to do then would be to eliminate those who could pursue them in the short term and then flee as far away as possible!

That was exactly Vicente's plan: to get his enemies to focus on each other, to self-destruct, to give him time and a chance to grow.

He would soon realize that his plans would work in part, but in another part, they wouldn't be able to escape from this place without having to fight their enemies directly!

"Be quick. I'm about to be reached by the enemy leader." He said into his communicator, standing not far from where he had broken into this building a moment ago, while Layla moved quickly inside the building.

While Layla understood what she had to do, Sarah was extremely dismayed at how Vicente had turned the situation around. She still thought he would die today, but even if that happened, The Faceless Ones were already seriously injured.

With such a big problem with the Congregation of Revelations, there was only one fate for this group as it was today: disbanding!

Even if there was a chance for the group's most important members to survive, they couldn't continue in Ironcrest, let alone use the name The Faceless Ones. From now on, the Congregation of Revelations would hunt them down, even if it wasn't their fault.

'Damn it! What am I going to do? This bastard is leading me to my death!' She thought, imagining he would kill her anyway and that there would be no group for her to return to.

"Cesar, let me live! I'll do anything for you!" She looked at his mask, noticeably changing her mind now that things were worsening. "If you guarantee you won't kill me, I can tell you Nash's weaknesses."

"Really? What's his weakness?" Vicente asked, feeling the enemy was only 10 seconds away from them.

"Make a deal with me. I won't talk until then." She said, afraid that she would give him such information and he would kill her anyway.

"We don't have time. Your old colleague is almost upon us." Vicente walked straight ahead.

She looked in the direction Vicente had taken to get to where they were now, breaking into a cold sweat at the possibility of dying like a meat shield.

But now that The Faceless Ones were doomed, she valued herself more than the man who would soon be on the run.

"All right. Nash's magical form is a tool, something he calls an ice cube. As the name implies, it's based on the element of ice and thus has the weaknesses of ice. His body isn't very resistant because all of his power is focused on his form. If you want to defeat him, or at least not lose to him, try to use something against ice and hit his body." She said in a nervous tone, speaking rather quickly but without being incomprehensible.

Vicente heard all this in 9 seconds until she finished speaking, and a middle-aged man, a High-level Mage, appeared in his path.

'She wasn't lying. This man has an affinity with the ice element.' Torne said to Vicente as this young man came face to face with the enemy.

"Nash, I presume."

Nash narrowed his eyes as he saw the masked Low-level Mage standing next to a woman he knew without having to see her face or feel her aura. Her natural scent was enough for him to recognize her.

"Cesar Mazzanti... So this is your thing." Nash commented as he clenched his fists tightly, seeing that this enemy was worse than he had previously thought.

Meanwhile, his three pentagrams appeared around his body as a basketball-sized cube of bluish-white ice materialized before him.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Now that I'm in front of you, I won't leave a body behind!" He said as he moved forward, surprising Vicente a little with his speed.

But Vicente was no fool. Showing off his shocking pentagrams, he caused various metal structures responsible for the solidity of the building they were in to emerge from the ceiling, floor, and walls, forming pointed weapons with Nash in their sights.

Nash was quick enough to dodge the first dozen weapons thrown his way, but even though the first attack didn't hurt him, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Damn you! These weapons can hurt me!" He realized how strong Cesar already was.

Even though he was only a Low-level Mage, Don Mazzanti could take on an experienced High-level Mage like Nash!

As Nash approached Vicente, trying to dodge the blades in his path, Vice also approached him, manipulating the metals of the building to attack his target. Meanwhile, he manipulated more and more of the armor on Nash's body.

That was 3rd-grade armor. But even so, Vicente managed to manipulate part of it, making it fit tighter over Nash's body, causing the man to doubt himself.

When he felt his armor shrink, the middle-aged man didn't hesitate to stop advancing, stepping back as he tried to get it off his body.

"Aarh!"

He screamed in pain as he felt the armor crushing his body without him being able to get it off.

The surrounding area froze under his special power, turning the large area on the side of the building into a giant freezer.

While Nash tried to freeze parts of his armor so that he could shatter it with his strength, a part of him still tried to act against Vicente since not attacking would only make his situation worse.

Maybe a precise attack would put an end to all this. So he couldn't help but try to hit his target's vital point while suffering from the enemy's attack.

Vicente moved while freezing shots came from the cube like a laser gun.

Not only that but every time the cube's shots hit something, the things in the vicinity of the hit area would quickly freeze, as if that took all the heat out of everything in the vicinity.

If a single shot from it hit Vicente, his whole body would probably freeze!

'It's an annoying skill, but nothing compared to the power of Viscount Symons.' Vicente thought as he moved from side to side, trying to avoid stepping on areas frozen by the cube.

While Nash struggled to get rid of his armor and avoid being hurt by Vicente's weapons, the young man tried to dodge the cube's attacks. Just then, the blonde woman, a Mid-level Mage, reached the spot where the two were fighting, obviously shocked by the whole development.

"Who's that?" She asked herself, seeing that someone was taking advantage of the situation with The Faceless Ones to invade this place.

"Sacred Devotee, quick, help me deal with this man! He's the one really responsible for what started between us! He's the one who made one of my men attack your companion!" Nash cried out in pain.