Chapter 96: Veigar’s Death
Three minutes?
Watson was amused. They had underestimated him. Well, anyone who saw his appearance would treat him like a child. Who would have thought that a ten-year-old child was the person in charge of Blackmoon Castle?
“Young Master Watson, these evil bandits spoke so rudely to you. Please allow me to kill them all,” Allen, who stood behind Watson, said as he glanced downward.
He was the one who first discovered those bandits while he was on patrol. He immediately told Watson that there were still 64 Blackmoon Knights and five mages with him.
“That’s right, Young Master Watson. These bandits are very hateful. Many people at the border have lost their lives because of them! Young Master, let me go out and fight for the people,” Liszt said as he held the longsword by his waist; he had a hateful expression on his face.
“Young Master, I want to fight too.” The burly man, William, carried a hammer and stepped forward, followed by the other members of the Blackmoon Knights. “So do we!”
Since Watson told them not to reveal themselves, they did not act rashly.
Watson’s second sister, Nindy, stood behind the Blackmoon Knights. She was there because she heard that someone had caused trouble outside the wall. Her mother, Catherine, was worried that Watson would go there alone, so she had asked her to look after him. Nindy was also curious about the person bold enough to offend Blackmoon Castle.
“Nindy, those are bandit gangs! This is the first time I’ve seen a member of a bandit gang alive. Can I join the battle?”
Indix looked excited; her green hair danced in the wind. She wanted to walk toward Watson, but Nindy pulled her back and reprimanded her, “Indix, don’t make a scene. We’re mages. Mages are very vulnerable before they finish casting their spells! There are so many archers in the bandit gang. What if you get shot?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m a silver-tier mage now. With the iron water barrier spell, I’m immune to most attacks! Besides, I’ve just learned the silver-tier spell, the water-elemental warrior summon. I haven’t used it yet.” Indix pouted in dissatisfaction.
Among the mages in Blackmoon Castle, she was the most talented one, aside from Nindy. The two female mages were the only iron-tier mages that Folson had selected in his group. They were also the first mages in the group to advance to the silver tier. Besides Nindy, Indix had also mastered both spells for the water-elemental warrior summon and the mine cannonball.
Nindy sighed when the other three male mages were also excited after they heard Indix’s words. She had no right to criticize them as she felt the same way too.
Watson waited until the discussion was over before he waved his hand. “Don’t worry, everyone. I’ll see if I can drive these bandits away. If they insist on committing evil deeds, then you can attack them.”
“Young Master Watson is really merciful, but not everyone in this world is worthy of forgiveness.” Liszt sighed.
Watson did not say anything more. Instead, he turned around and shouted toward the people outside the wall. “Your three minutes are almost up. Are you retreating? I’ve warned you. Blackmoon Castle is very powerful; you are no match for us. But we love peace and don’t want to see needless bloodshed. Did you want Obsidian Gold?”
Watson activated his fusion skill and grabbed some stones from the wall. Then, he fused it into dozens of fine pieces the size of his palm and threw them down the wall.
“I’ll give you some. You can leave if you’re satisfied.”
Satisfied?
Veigar’s veins on his forehead bulged when he saw the obsidian gold by his feet. He felt humiliated. They were bandits, not beggars. Did the kid give him alms?
Did he want the obsidian gold? No, he wanted the entire wall and the lives of everyone in Blackmoon Castle.
“Three minutes have passed. I’m sorry, Kid, you haven’t made the right decision! Now, I’ll just have to ask you to die.”
Veigar spread his combat aura wings that were wrapped in lightning and flew toward Watson. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the wall that was dozens of meters high. The other bandits looked at him and then at Watson; their expressions were full of pity.
“This kid is finished. Even though we don’t know how he managed to tear the wall when Lord Veigar couldn’t do it, he has angered a silver-tier elite. He’s only a child; how can he resist?”
“Since Lord Veigar isn’t here, let’s take advantage of this opportunity to keep these obsidian gold pieces. We don’t want anyone to get them first.”
A few clever bandits went to pick the obsidian gold up from the ground. Meanwhile, Veigar had also reached the top of the wall. He stretched his hands out to hold the dual blades on his back; he was prepared to slash at the youth in front of him. However, the moment his hands touched the weapons, he was suddenly stunned.
He realized that the child had not been alone; there were dozens of people with him, and all of them stared at him with wide eyes.
“What… What’s going on?” Veigar was dumbfounded. He did not know that there were so many people on the wall.
However, it did not matter. He was a silver-tier warrior. Even if those people were all bronze-tier warriors, they would not be able to stop him. On the contrary, the armor that those people wore shone with a silver light. It was extremely attractive. One look and one could tell that they were not ordinary items. Veigar licked his lips greedily; he felt that he had done the right thing when he chose to be the first person to go up the wall.
“I’ve given you two chances, but you did not take it. Then don’t blame me for being harsh.”
Watson revealed a childish and innocent smile. Veigar felt that it was strange. Was the kid stupid? He was not even scared when he was about to die. Instead, the child laughed. He even said that he would give Veigar a chance. Was that a joke?
“Everyone, you can go ahead.”
The Blackmoon Knights, who had been waiting for Watson’s words, revealed a bloodthirsty glint toward Veigar as their combat aura wings appeared behind their backs. Veigar had mocked Watson, but at that moment, his expression had frozen on his face.
Combat aura wings!
Silver-tier warriors!
Those people in front of him were silver-tier warriors!
With his mouth agape, Veigar looked at the scene in disbelief. It was no wonder the young child did not panic. There were so many silver-tier warriors there to protect him. However, he had never heard of such a powerful force at the border, except for the Fairy Castle. Was the child from the Fairy Castle? Was he the border count’s illegitimate son?
His palms were on the scimitars on his back, but Veigar did not draw his sword. Instead, he turned around and prepared to escape. There were too many elites on the same level as he; he would only court death if he were to rush forward. However, a man in heavy water-elemental armor shouted, “Come here, you!” Then the man grabbed his wings.
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“Why is Veigar so slow? It’s only a chile, and he’s the Green Lightning Bolt. Should we call him a green snail instead?”
Sven tapped the crutch in his hand as he waited impatiently.
A minute had passed since Veigar flew up toward the wall. He saw the man disappear to the other side of the wall behind the young child. He had no idea what had happened.
Sven let him go up first so that the man could scout ahead. Even if the man found something good, it would not have looked good if he stayed there on purpose. After a few moments of hesitation, Sven spread his black wings. Lady Gluttony, who was nearby, had the same thought. Her rabbit mask began to glow, and her feet gradually left the ground.
At that moment, a heart-wrenching roar echoed from the other side of the wall. It sounded like Veigar’s voice, and it made the bandits shudder. Then, one of the bandits pointed at the sky and shouted shrilly, “Look at the sky!”
Everyone looked up and saw a dignified middle-aged man in silver armor. He held a longsword in one hand and Veigar in the other as he floated in the air. Veigar’s head had twisted to the side at an impossible angle, and his eyes were wide open as if he was angry and had seen something unbelievable. He was dead.
Chapter 97: Give Way
“Is that him?”
Sven raised his head to look at the sky before he waved his hand. Immediately, a man in a green-gray robe appeared beside him. He held a piece of parchment with a portrait in his hand and placed it in front of him. After he compared the two, he said, “That’s right, Master. According to the people of the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang, this is the same person who killed Sparrow.”
The bandit’s voice shook. That person had not only killed Sparrow, but he had also killed Veigar. Just how powerful was he?
Light snow fell from the sky as Veigar’s corpse dripped in blood. White and red, snow and blood, the dignified man in the sky looked even more outstanding.
“Veigar is dead. Later, we’ll take the opportunity to recruit his members! The first bird can only see the treasure, but not the danger contained within it. Such a person is young, indeed.”
Sven tapped on the wooden cane in his hand. He furrowed with a smile.
He was different from Veigar. Veigar’s ancestors had been bandits for generations; they were not very knowledgeable. He had been a nobleman in the northern part of the kingdom not far from the border. He was known as the Shabby Baron and had his own territory. However, a plague had ravaged the northern part of the kingdom about ten years ago. More than half of the population in his territory had died, including his wife and two daughters. He was lucky enough to have escaped it.
The kingdom did not offer him any help, and they even ordered troops to his territory and burned it to the ground to prevent the spread of the plague. He was there when they turned his home into ashes overnight.
He changed after that.
He was the only survivor of the plague. He had recruited other people into his Shabby Bandit Gang, and they had hunted near the border for the past few years. Then, with his exceptional skills, the Shabby Bandit Gang had become one of the four main bandit gangs.
Sven did not forget what had happened that year. After an exhaustive investigation, he had found out that someone had deliberately caused the plague. Along with his tragic memory and pain, he wanted to make the kingdom pay for it.
Revenge needed strength.
He did not feel sad when he saw Veigar’s death. Instead, he was a little happy about it because he could take over his territory.
Then, he looked at Lady Gluttony. He sighed discreetly at the leader of the Demoness Bandit Gang. Even though she looked young, she had a cunning streak; she did not follow Veigar into the fight. It would be great if she were to die with him.
As Sven thought about that, he coughed twice and tightened his coat. He learned a special kind of combat aura called the Lost Undead. It could absorb power from the dead and control the corpses—the more people died around him, the stronger he would become. However, there was a price to pay for that—he would become weaker and more inhuman.
That was his trump card. No one knew that after Veigar died, the power from his corpse would gradually flow into his body to increase his strength.
“Not enough people have died. After a few more people die, I will be able to take over everything.” Sven’s gaze was fierce as he thought about that proudly.
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Lady Gluttony also stood to watch as everything unfolded. Her eyes were cold and lifeless.
Veigar’s corpse continued to drip blood from the sky. She was not afraid. Instead, it made her body yearn for flesh and blood.
The Demoness Bandit Gang was different from the other bandit gangs. They believed in the evil god, the primordial witch, and they had many taboos. Their members were all orphans who had been captured and brainwashed since they were young, and they trained in combat daily. Only the survivors could become their official members, and the seven outstanding members were taught the gold-tier Great Sin combat aura to become the bearers of the evil god.
They thought their purpose was glorious.
The seven leaders of the Demoness Bandit Gang were ranked according to the seven great sins, and there could only be seven of them. They could only substitute the leader if they had died. Lady Gluttony remembered when her predecessor had died in her hands; she had devoured her flesh and blood, the woman had died in despair and screams.
“Blood, intestines… this should be the most delicious food in the world. Unfortunately, in this hell hole, we either eat or be eaten. Devouring others will make you stronger.”
Lady Gluttony licked her scarlet lips under the mask, “When I find an opportunity to devour Veigar’s body, I’ll let Sven fight with that mysterious elite. Then, when both of them are injured, I’ll devour them all. That way, I’ll be the strongest in the Demoness Bandit Gang.”
At that moment, her strength in the Demoness Bandit Gang was only in the mid-tier. There were still a few people who were stronger than her. However, that situation would soon change.
When the leaders of the two bandit gangs had schemed against each other, Allen, who hovered in the sky, felt very helpless.
When Veigar charged at the wall by himself, the Blackmoon Knights did not hold back. Each of them punched the bandit leader, and then Allen had been voted to bring Veigar’s body to the remaining bandits to deter them from doing the same thing.
Allen thought that the bandits would charge at him when they noticed that their leader had died. He had thought of a few oppressive lines, and as he said them, he would go 300 rounds with those bandits. He wanted Watson to see his bravery.
However, why did the bandits not play by the rules? None of them moved; how was he supposed to show off?
“Hey—” Allen could not stand the stalemate, so he cleared his throat and was about to speak.
Before he could finish his words, someone had interrupted him.
Sven, who was outside the wall, knocked his crutch and said, “Lady Gluttony, I have a suggestion. Since Brother Veigar is already dead, as his allies, we must avenge him! The Demoness Bandit Gang is stronger than the Shabby Bandit Gang. So why don’t you avenge Brother Veigar? After the deed is done, I’ll let you choose the spoils of war first. How about that?”
“Mr. Sven, you’re flattering me. The Demoness Bandit Gang is only a gathering place for a group of weak and pitiful women. How can we compare to you? Among all the bandit gangs, you’re the one with the highest seniority. Why don’t you give us a demonstration so that I can learn from an outstanding bandit?”
“No, I’m old, and my legs don’t work well. I’d better give this opportunity to you young people.”
“Although I’m not a noble, I know the virtue of respecting the old and cherishing the young. After you, please.”
“After you!”
“After you!”
Sven and Lady Gluttony continued to gesture with their hands. Neither of them moved, and even their subordinates pressed their hands on their weapons. They looked at each other; they did not know what to say. They did not dare to show their impatience either.
“Why are you giving way to each other?”
Allen was the first to be impatient. First, he glanced at the two bandit leaders. Then, finally, he chose Sven. After all, he was a gentleman. If he wanted to show mercy to a lady, he did not need to show the same to an old man.
As he spoke, he lifted Veigar’s body. The sky-blue combat aura wings on his back flapped; he turned into a blue light and fell straight down.
“Looks like we finally have a result.” Lady Gluttony’s tone was filled with pleasure. Sven’s eyes flashed, and it was as if each of his wrinkles was filled with killing intent. He raised the crutch in his hand fiercely. “You chose me first? It looks like you’re underestimating me! If that’s the case, then I’ll send you to hell with one move. Come on, my legion of undead!”
Chapter 98: A Legion of Undead vs. Blackmoon Knights
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
As Sven spoke, the ground beneath his feet trembled. Streams of gray air currents covered the ground like long snakes. The soil covered in snow was pushed aside as skeletal arms stretched out from within the earth.
Soon, those skeletons crawled out from the ground. Some of those white skeletons still had some flesh on them, while others decayed until only clothes were left. They held rusty shields or swords in their hands as they surrounded Sven.
Sven coughed twice as a dark aura flashed across his face; he looked pained. However, it only lasted for a second before he suppressed it and tapped his crutch.
Thump!
The skeleton soldiers around Sven raised their swords in unison. Scarlet flames burned in their deep eye sockets as they roared toward the sky.
There were more than 20 skeleton soldiers, and a few of them were still quite fresh. They wore the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang’s uniform and emitted the aura of bronze-tier warriors. Those skeletons were the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang member that Sven had killed the previous day. After he received the information he wanted from those men, he had killed them and turned them into his followers.
The dead would never lie, and corpses had the most reliable information. That was what Sven thought.
“Summoning the undead—what method is this?”
Allen, who had dived down, saw the change, and he stopped in mid-air. His scalp was numb. He had heard that when one cultivated combat aura to the extreme, it could have an effect comparable to magic. Some special combat aura had their own ability; for example, Nightingale’s shadow transformation ability. That was the first time he had seen someone control the undead.
The man was a silver-tier elite, and he was much stronger than an ordinary silver-tier warrior as he had a group of skeleton underlings.
“The undead army that our master summoned can preserve the strength of the dead just as when they were alive. Furthermore, those undead soldiers will never die as long as our master remains alive, not even if they’re burned or hacked into pieces.”
“No matter their strength, what can they do against an enemy that can’t be killed?”
A few bandits from the Shabby Bandit Group brandished their swords and shouted. At the same time, they stepped far away from the nearest skeletons. They knew their master’s strength; he would control an area of about 100 meters. They would become part of his undead army if they died there.
“Bunch of idiots! If you don’t want to die, then shut up!”
Sven looked at his subordinates with dissatisfaction as he berated them.
It was a battle of wits; whoever had more hidden trump cards would win. Who would reveal their trump cards to the enemy right from the start? However, that was also good.
Sven walked forward with more than 20 skeletons by his side. “Well, you have seen my strength. It is not too late for you to regret your decision now.”
He thought Lady Gluttony should have fought with that mysterious, strong man from Blackmoon Castle; he could benefit from that fight. If he fought with that man and consumed too much energy, he would not be able to keep Lady Gluttony at bay.
He believed that his opponent would make the right choice after they saw his strength.
“It’s not that I regret it; I just feel that it’s quite troublesome.”
Allen scratched his head as he threw Veigar’s body to the side casually. Then he revealed the dark golden glove that covered his right hand. The inconspicuous glove began to change; black thorns started to grow from his fingertips.
Troublesome?
Sven had used all of his strength to summon a legion of undead, but the man only felt that it was troublesome.
Sven’s eyes narrowed. He could summon an undead army because of the combat aura he cultivated and the staff in his hand—the Undead Calamity.
His combat aura and staff were found in a mysterious underground ruin that led straight to the earth’s core. There were countless layers, and each layer was filled with numerous skeletons, both human and magical beasts.
He found the staff and combat aura cultivation technique in the first layer. However, they were all incomplete. There were seven holes on the Staff of the Undead Calamity, which should be used to house gemstones. However, there was nothing on them now.
He had also gone down to the second layer to check. However, the guardian skeleton there had changed from bronze to silver-tier. He was not a match for it at all. He was certain that there must be something better on the second layer, so he memorized the location of the ruins. He was prepared to wait until he was stronger before he went to investigate it again.
As for Allen, the incomplete silver-tier Undead Calamity staff was enough to deal with that man.
“Attack!”
Sven shouted to direct more than 20 skeletons around him to charge at Allen. Then, his gaze fell on Lady Gluttony. He wanted to be on his guard so that she would not take the opportunity to ambush him.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of bones breaking suddenly came from in front of him. Sven turned his head and saw a shocking scene. It was as if the bronze-tier skeletons were as fragile as paper in front of Allen. He had destroyed them very easily with his Golden Gloves, which completely absorbed the skeleton’s flesh and blood. It was as if its bones were detached. It could not walk steadily even after it had reassembled.
On the contrary, the red patterns on Allen’s gloves became brighter and brighter. It was as if they were human blood vessels.
“This is…silver-tier equipment?”
Sven determined that his opponent’s gloves were not an ordinary weapon. At the very least, they were silver-tier equipment.
“You were the one who attacked me just now. Now it’s my turn.”
Allen used his fist to push the skeleton in front of him aside. He rushed toward Sven and punched him in the chest. Sven retreated abruptly and used the crutch in his hand to block Allen’s attack.
The crutch was bent at a strange angle with a creak. Sven spat a mouthful of blood and retreated a few steps backward. With a puzzled expression, he said, “This person has great strength.”
An ordinary silver-tier warrior’s strength should be around 3,000 catties. He sensed that the other party’s strength was above 5,000 catties.
Allen was also very puzzled. He stared at his own hand and said, “This is the gold-tier weapon that Young Master Watson had given me. How could it not break the old man’s crutch? Is the crutch also a gold-tier weapon? Then I must obtain it for Young Master.”
As he spoke, Allen took another step toward Sven.
Sven wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and waved at his subordinates. “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and attack him.” Then, he looked at Lady Gluttony and said, “Are you only going to stand by and watch the show? If you continue to do that, then I won’t be able to accompany you.”
“Hmph…” Lady gluttony snorted noncommittally. She gestured at her subordinates with her chin and said, “Attack.”
More than a hundred women in black veils and masks took their daggers from their thighs and went forward quietly. Together with Sven’s Shabby Bandit Gang, Veigar’s Storm Bandit Gang was sandwiched in the middle. They knew that their boss had died, so they were treated as the abandoned children. However, since there were blades behind them, they could only brace themselves and charge forward.
Nearly 400 bandits charged forward at the same time. The chaotic footsteps shook the ground as countless blades, and combat aura smashed onto Allen’s armor; they made a clanging sound. They continued to push him back; his face was bloodied even though a small portion of the attacks flew past his head.
Among the 400 bandits, there were dozens of bronze-tier warriors. Allen would not be able to deal with them even if he was a silver-tier warrior unless he flew into the sky. Once he had the momentum to take off, Sven and Lady Gluttony would join forces to force him downward again.
Allen gradually fell into a disadvantageous position; he looked bitter. The bandits who attacked him also looked bitter. What kind of monster was that man? Why was his armor not damaged after such a lengthy fight?
Ordinary silver-tier warriors would have died under those attacks.
Just as they were about to put in more effort, the child who had spoken poked his head out from the wall again. He said, “It seems like Allen has fallen into a bitter battle. You guys should go and help him.”
A flurry of voices followed closely behind.
“Allen can’t do it either.”
“He only managed to hold on for such a short while. He shouldn’t be the team leader anymore.”
He had managed to hold on for more than a minute as 400 men attacked him. If his strength were not enough, then could another person endure the same treatment?
The bandits who heard that raised their heads saw a scene that they would never forget. They saw warriors in similar silver-tier armor flew into the sky; there were about 50 of them. Different colored combat aura wings flapped on their back—it sounded like thunder—as they cast mottled shadows on the ground.
Chapter 99: Total Suppression
“What the Hell Is This?”
One of the bandits stared blankly at the sky as his face trembled.
“Am…am I seeing things?”
The other bandit rubbed his eyes until his eyes became red and swollen.
They heard someone in the sky say that Allen’s strength was not good enough, and they had thought that the person was bragging. However, it seemed like the other party had told the truth.
“These people are all silver-tier warriors?”
Sven stared blankly at the sky. He was dumbfounded as he stared at the dozens of silver-tier warriors. Where did so many people come from? Were all the silver-tier warriors at the border there?
Run.
The first thought that came to his mind was to run. Sven turned his head, leaned on his cane, and limped back into the bandit gangs.
The second person to escape was Lady Gluttony. She had hovered in mid-air, but she turned around and picked up Veigar’s corpse that Allen had thrown onto the ground during the battle. The rabbit-head mask on her face flickered with a strange red light as she sped up and disappeared into the Demoness Bandit Gang.
More than 400 people could not kill Allen in those few minutes. Coupled with those dozens of silver-tier warriors in the sky, they would probably be killed if they walked too slowly, let alone kill the other party.
At that moment, the young man who had been sticking his head out and talking on the wall appeared again; he shouted to the people outside the wall, “Blackmoon Knights, it’s time for you to show off! Don’t let any of these people go. The top three men who kill the most enemies will be rewarded with 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs.”
“Yes, Lord Watson!”
The dozens of silver-tier warriors in the sky lowered their heads and agreed at the same time. Their gazes landed on the people on the ground, and their eyes were filled with killing intent.
At that moment, the situation had changed. The bandits had become prey while they were hunters.
“Everyone, don’t panic. There are only dozens of them. We have four hundred men. As long as we stabilize the formation, they might not be our match!” a bronze-tier warrior bandit shouted.
He held two daggers in his hands. His body exuded an extraordinary aura. As soon as his voice echoed, a ray of light streaked across the top of his head. A Blackmoon Knight had been flying low on the ground; his sharp combat aura wings had cut off the bandit’s neck.
“Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows quickly! Force these silver-tier warriors down from the sky. As long as we fight on the ground, they won’t have any advantage.”
Another person drew his bow and nocked an arrow as he spoke.
The advantage of a silver-tier warrior was their ability to fly. If they could not fly, then their strength would be significantly reduced.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows covered in combat aura tore through the air like meteors. The Blackmoon Knights managed to dodge some of them, while others landed on their bodies. They did not cause any damage because their armors were silver-tier equipment, but the Blackmoon Knights had decapitated all the archers from the bandit gangs. Fresh blood splattered onto the ground.
Suddenly, there was silence.
“Run!” Someone in the bandit gang shouted. Hundreds of people scattered in a swarm; they pushed and shoved as they ran from the wall.
“I’m running! Don’t push me.”
Some people were pushed as they ran, and others were trampled. Some people ran too slowly, and their chests were pierced, their bodies pushed to the side.
The bandits panicked. If there were only dozens of silver-tier warriors, they could still fight if they put their mind to it. However, their opponents were silver-tier warriors and equipped with equipment of the same level. Who could withstand that onslaught?
“Young Master said that we should not leave anyone alive. Charge!”
Allen spread his sky-blue combat aura wings and charged toward the front. He raised the Guardian Sword in his left hand; the blade swung down, and heads flew upward. The Endless Sea Black Blood Thorny Gloves on his right hand shone brightly. It would extract flesh and blood from anyone it touched, but it seemed to have eaten its fill as it pulsed vigorously.
When the blood in the glove was full, Allen released the skill that came with the glove—the Endless Sea of blood.
It was a spell that was comparable to gold-tier power.
A blood-colored waterfall appeared and turned into a python that was dozens of meters long. The python opened its mouth and breathed—blood-colored flames melted people into bones. Their bones cracked as they died. The spell had killed dozens of people.
“I was unable to punish these bandits just now, and it made me lose my dignity in front of Young Master Watson! So now, I have to work hard to regain it. Otherwise, Young Master Watson will think that I’m useless and may dismiss my position as captain.” That was what Allen had thought, so he did not hold back in his attacks.
The other Blackmoon Knights were not willing to be outdone too. They fought bravely, and the silver-tier armor on their bodies was gradually covered in blood.
Besides Watson, only Lucas and the others who only just joined the Blackmoon Knights were still standing on the wall. They were looking downward toward the ground with envious eyes.
A hundred Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs!
After they became Blackmoon Knights, they received three eggs every day. Only then did they realize how good those eggs had tasted. Silver-tier warriors who often ate Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs had a few thousand catties more in strength than those who did not.
Unfortunately, they had joined too late. They had not reached silver-tier yet, so they could not join the fight.
As if he could see what was in their thoughts, Watson comforted them, “Don’t worry. There will be many opportunities like this in the future. As long as you work hard, there will be a time for you to fight in the future.”
“Yes, Young Master Watson.”
As they resisted the desire to rush out to fight, more than ten Blackmoon Knightsmen lowered their heads.
“Brother Watson, it’s too boring to watch from the wall. Let me go down and have some fun too.” At that moment, Indix walked up to Watson and bent down as her round eyes pleaded with him.
She did not want to compete with the Blackmoon Knights for the reward; they were mages and were treated very well in Blackmoon Castle. Even though Watson initially said that mages could only receive one egg per day, however, with Nindy’s help, she could eat as much as she wanted.
She did not have any deep-rooted hatred toward the bandits. She only wanted to test her strength after she had become a silver-tier mage.
Watson exchanged a look with his sister, Nindy. When he saw the hint in Nindy’s eyes, Watson nodded. “Alright then. Let’s send out the mages as well. Let these bandits see Blackmoon Castle’s strength. Let them know that no one can bully us so easily.”
“Yes!”
Indix smiled excitedly. She hugged Watson’s shoulder and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
Watson looked helpless as he touched the warm, sweet lipstick on his face and felt the envious gazes of the guards around him. He watched as the five mages, led by Indix, rode their two-winged liger into the sky. Then he could see them murmuring as they weaved their magic.
With the addition of the mages, the battle got even more one-sided.
“Great water element, listen to my call and become an indestructible Cannonball! Silver-tier magic—Mine Cannonball.”
Hundreds of water balls the size of human heads wrapped in wind and thunder fell from the sky and landed on the ground. Then they released bursts of explosions.
Each bomb sent soil flying about five meters away to reveal a charred hole. Any bandit hit by the explosion, regardless of their strength, flew upward and burst into pieces. Those who were at the center of the blast suffered an even more miserable state. They were directly blown into meat paste, and the armor they wore had turned into dregs.
Watson looked at the mess on the ground as he stood on the wall with his hands behind his back. The bandit gangs were in a sorry state; only less than ten percent of them escaped. He looked like an emperor watching over his soldiers on the battlefield.
He knew that the battle had come to an end.
Chapter 100: Gluttony
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“D*mn it, it is as I expected! Blackmoon Castle has a connection to the border count.”
Sven swore as he spread his combat aura wings and fled.
Since more than half of his subordinates were dead or injured, streaks of greenish-gray air currents drifted from the corpses in the distance and gathered on his body; it helped to increase his speed.
When he looked backward, he saw five mages used magic to bombard the ground. He knew that they were silver-tier mages.
Five silver-tier mages! Only the border count, who was in charge of the Fairy Castle, had people with such strength. Coupled with the 50 silver-tier warriors, it was as easy as crushing a dead branch. Did the border count transfer all his elites there?
Who was the child on the wall? Was he the border count’s illegitimate son?
There were too many things on his mind, but Sven did not have time to think about them. He knew that if he did not run, he would die.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a piercing sound echoed from behind him. Sven subconsciously raised the staff in his hand to block it. A considerable force came at him, and it caused his body to tilt; he almost fell onto the ground.
Sven looked backward and realized that the person who had attacked him was not someone from the Blackmoon Knights but a familiar face. The thing that struck him was a human head—it was Veigar’s.
“Lady Gluttony, you lunatic! What are you doing?”
Sven took two steps backward and saw the rabbit-head mask on Lady Gluttony’s face squirmed as if it was alive. The fangs on the rabbit’s mouth chewed on the bright red flesh as she dragged Veigar’s body with her hand; intestines mixed with blood had spilled all over the ground.
“Nothing, I’m just enjoying the food! I’ve tasted the appetizer; now it’s time for the main dish.”
Lady Gluttony giggled; her laughter hit the inner side of the mask. It was somewhat ear-piercing. She pulled an arm from Veigar’s body casually, put it into the mask, and bit into it. A pair of pitch-black combat aura wings spread out on her back as she floated toward Sven.
The combat aura wings looked very strange. Human faces appeared on them, one after another. They let out strange cries, but it was as if they were imprisoned. They appeared in pain for a few seconds before they sank, unable to break free.
A sudden drop in temperature accompanied the strange cries; it made the surroundings seem gloomy.
They were in a forest several kilometers away from Blackmoon Town. In the forest, there were paths that horse carriages had made. It would take about two days to get to Monte Town from Blackmoon Town, and they would have to go through a forest.
Sven ignored that. He stared at Lady Gluttony and said, “You’re a lunatic. You’re eating corpses! I heard that the Demoness Bandit Gang members are a bunch of lunatics. Now it seems that they were right! Blackmoon Castle’s silver-tier warriors are still chasing us. If we make a move here, it’s very likely that we’ll attract their attention. None of them will be able to escape. Let’s discuss this. Let me go, and I won’t make a move on you. What do you think?”
Sven tightened his grip on his walking stick discreetly as he spoke.
Lady Gluttony glanced at Sven’s palm through her mask and smiled, “I never believe a bandit’s word, especially you, Shabby Baron Sven. Your lies had led hundreds of people to their deaths! And you’re doing the same to me. If I were to relax my stance, you’d use your walking stick to blow my head off. Am I right?”
“Go to hell!”
When he knew that he could not trick Lady Gluttony, Sven gritted his teeth and waved the staff in his hand.
“Dark-elemental silver-tier fighting technique—Death Crow Swarm.”
A greenish-gray air current emerged from Sven’s body and drilled into the ground; it caused the grass on the ground and the surrounding trees to wither. After that, the air current gradually lost its luster, and Sven had transformed his lifeless combat aura into a lively gray crow. It shook its feathers, and its scarlet eyes were filled with the aura of death.
Then, hundreds of pitch-black crows rushed toward Lady Gluttony and quickly swallowed her; they had turned into a pitch-black storm that stretched for dozens of meters. The air was filled with the aura of corruption, and the ground touched by the storm was riddled with crevasses—that was enough to prove the power of that move.
As he wiped the sweat off his head, Sven flapped his combat aura wings and continued this retreat. At that moment, a few more strands of white hair had appeared on his head, and his face was even more profound.
“Fortunately, hundreds of my fellow bandits had died on the battlefield just now, so I’ve absorbed a lot of power! This move might have used up a few years of my lifespan, but it’s already comparable to a gold-tier warrior’s strike. No one can stop it. Lady Gluttony, if you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for your stupidity.”
After he had muttered to himself, Sven turned around. He was prepared to leave that place as soon as possible. The undulations from a silver-tier combat aura were quite intense. Perhaps the Blackmoon Knights had already discovered him.
The moment he turned around, an arm made of pitch-black fog pierced through his chest with a loud sound.
He lowered his head to look at the fresh blood that flowed from his chest. Sven widened his eyes, and his face was filled with disbelief.
“What…is going on?”
“It looks like you’re also cultivating a dark-elemental combat aura. That’s just right for me. After eating you, my strength will be raised to the peak of silver-tier, and I won’t be far from reaching gold-tier then! Then, I’ll eat a few more Blackmoon Knights—I might be able to become a gold-tier warrior today.”
The voice echoed from within the black storm—Lady Gluttony walked out of it slowly. Her gorgeous dress flapped in the wind, but she was unscathed. On the contrary, the black storm had disappeared as it entered the mask on her face gradually; her right hand was covered with a layer of black fog, and the fog had spread toward Sven’s chest.
When she reached Sven, Lady Gluttony withdrew her fog arm and pinched his neck gently. The sound of drooling echoed from under the mask.
“So, where should I start? Let me see; let’s start with your neck.”
Sven felt something had bit his neck. He opened his mouth, but he could only grunt. He could not speak; he could only feel his life pulled from his body bit by bit.
When did things get out of his control? Was it when he agreed to attack Blackmoon Castle? Or had it started when he first misjudged Lady Gluttony’s strength? He still had unfinished business; he still wanted to become stronger as he wanted to avenge his people.
Natasha and Reelisa.
Sven thought of his two daughters in the last few moments of his life; tears started to stream down his cheeks.
In his daze, he heard a few angry roars from the forest. “Found them! The bandits who had escaped! Is she eating someone?” Then, he heard Lady Gluttony’s complaint. “D*mn it!” After that, she released her grip on his body, and he fell heavily onto the ground. He had lost consciousness then.
..
An hour later, the Blackmoon Knights and the fives mages returned to the wall triumphantly.
Allen knelt on one knee respectfully and reported the situation to Watson. His expression did not look good, and there was only one reason for that.
“Reporting to Young Master Watson, we’ve wiped out the bandits. Only one of them managed to escape—a woman by the name of Lady Gluttony. A few of our men were injured when they tried to capture her; they are now recuperating. We also captured the Shabby Bandit Gang leader, but we think that Lady Gluttony had injured him; his carotid artery was ruptured. If we don’t treat him in time, he will only live for a few more minutes.”
It was an embarrassment!
A few silver-tier warriors had gone to capture a woman, but they were injured. Their daily training was for nothing! Allen did not know if Young Master Watson would get angry about that.
However, he was stunned when Watson did not get angry. He nodded as if he understood the situation. “I understand. Take me to see the Shabby Bandit Gang leader first.”