Chapter 27: Those who play tactics are all dirty

On the nameless island, violent explosions and flames stirred up dust several meters high in the dense forest. The strong smell of blood hit us in the face, and the intermittent screams were creepy.

"What are you still standing there for? Don't you have ears? Help!"

The middle-aged man with narrow cheeks and a sinister look glanced at his subordinates who were standing still like wooden stakes, and growled with a dark face and gritted teeth.

Three nearby guardsmen wearing bronze armor with water patterns suddenly woke up as if from a dream, rushed into the thick smoke and dust, dragged their two bloody companions out of the dense forest, and anxiously rescued them.

"How about these two useless things?"

Seeing that his subordinates had been busy for a while without any progress, the middle-aged man Darkress, the captain of the Royal Guards squad, couldn't help but step forward and ask.

The Guard soldier in charge of the treatment answered with sweat all over his forehead.

"Serrano's leg is broken, and Andris has a penetrating wound in the abdomen. They are both bleeding heavily. We have run out of potions, and we didn't bring a doctor with us. We can't stop the bleeding at all!"

"Then carry them to a place with water nearby. The blessing of the sea god will heal them. Do you need me to teach you this?"

Dark clouds covered Dacres's long and narrow face, and he cursed gloomily.

The three guards shuddered at the cold gaze of their captain, and hurriedly carried their two seriously injured companions to the nearby stream.

"What a bunch of idiots! I really don't know how they passed the final examination!"

Darkress looked at the figures of several people fleeing in panic, and became even more angry, snorting coldly with gritted teeth.

"Forget it. They are just new recruits shoved in by the higher-ups to get a promotion. Why bother with them?"

At the back, a man with a bandage covering his left eye and a physique as strong as a bear came forward, patted Darkress on the shoulder, and consoled him with a wry smile.

Since the pursuit began, this old friend, who was known for his calmness, has become increasingly irritated, and the frequency of his swearing and kicking people has skyrocketed.

Hearing the consolation, the low pressure lingering around Dacres eased a little, his face regained some calmness, and he turned to look at the sturdy man behind him.

"I'm sorry, Andrew. I lost my temper."

The captain of the Royal Guards' gaze lingered for a moment on the gauze-wrapped eye of the sturdy man, and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

This lost eyeball should have been his.

If it wasn't for this old comrade who gave him a push at the critical moment and stood in front of him...

When he thought of the bloody scene, Dacres's face became extremely gloomy and a strong sense of humiliation rose in his heart.

What was originally thought to be a simple pursuit mission turned out to be an unbearable nightmare.

Along the way, they encountered endless "accidents" that kept them busy: talking trees, moving grass, trip-type magic traps connected by hair, and triggered explosive runes pressed under the corpses of their companions...

Plus that elusive desperado who is proficient in all kinds of spells and can still be alive and kicking after being hit by two Orichalcum secret arrows...

These experiences and factors caused them to suffer untold hardships and heavy losses, and even he, a demigod, almost died in it.

If he were to return with this group of defeated soldiers, one could imagine what would happen to his career and fate.

Even if the Council of Ten Kings showed mercy to him because of his hard work and contributions over the years, those Divine Blood Families, big and small, could still drown him with their spit.

In order to send these descendants of divine blood into the Royal Guard for gilding, they spent a lot of money and favors.

Not only did the gold plating fail, but nearly half of the people inside and outside the team were killed or injured. Such a huge mistake must have an explanation.

Unfortunately, his size and importance make him the most suitable person to take the blame at the moment.

Unless I can make amends and catch that bastard, maybe I can have a chance of survival.

Captain Darkress of the Royal Guard sorted out his thoughts, rubbed his aching head, and made a solemn promise to his comrade who had been unfortunately involved in the incident.

"Don't worry, once we catch that bastard and report back to Poseidon Temple, I will report the damage to the Council of Ten Kings and bear all the consequences!"

"Captain, I..."

The sturdy man was about to speak when a loud scream came from the stream ahead.

The two men's faces changed and they immediately rushed to the scene.

"What's wrong?"

"Poison! Someone poisoned it upstream!"

The three Guards answered fearfully, while behind them, two wounded soldiers who were hastily dragged out of the stream now had pale faces. Not only did their injuries not get better, but their bloody wounds were festering rapidly.

"Bang!"

With one punch, Darkres broke a huge tree next to him that took two people to hug together. He looked upstream at the stream with bloodshot eyes and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

——TMD, you beast!

The guards nearby also looked indignant.

In their entire lives, most of the opponents they had encountered, whether they were Titans or gods and monsters, spoke with strength and fists, rushing up to fight with bare chests. Then, the winner stood up, and the loser lay down.

Even if the target is smart and cunning, their methods are usually relatively crude, and they often adopt some auxiliary strategies for the purpose of fighting.

Unlike this old bastard who poisons, digs holes, sets traps, and launches sneak attacks, he has made conspiracy and tricks the mainstream and an art.

When did such a shameless scum appear on the Sea of Oceanus?

"That bastard must be nearby! Andrew, take two people to send the wounded to the beach, and the rest follow me! Chop this bastard into pieces and feed him to the fish!"

With a gloomy face, Darkres gave the order. Without waiting for his friend to dissuade him, he and another demigod deputy captain named "Thanos", along with the remaining four guards, quickly surrounded the top of the stream in a corner.

As they were almost traumatized by the trap, the two demigods simply activated the divine fire in their bodies, drawing in a huge tide of magic power, causing it to form a ten-meter-long azure flame around their bodies, and then they charged forward with themselves as the vanguard.

Suddenly, wherever the two beams of light went, there was chaos. The dense forests on both sides of the stream made thunderous explosions one after another, and smoke and dust rose up.

Six?

Very good, the troops have been divided! It seems that the plan was successful!

At this moment, Loen, who was at the upstream cave entrance, roughly came to a conclusion based on the sound and magic reaction, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Generally speaking, crippling enemy soldiers on the battlefield is more effective than killing them directly.

On the one hand, screams and blood can interfere with the opponent's judgment and affect their morale; on the other hand, the wounded need to be transferred and resettled after being disabled, so at least one person is involved in the transfer, and sometimes two people. This virtually increases the number of casualties in combat.

At first, Loen thought so too and did not kill him directly.

As a result, he underestimated the almost abnormal self-healing ability and tenacious vitality of the species of the Age of Gods.

Moreover, under the protection of the sea god, these Atlanteans with divine blood could quickly recover and regain blood even if they were seriously injured by just soaking in the water.

Therefore, out of desperation, Loen had to kill his opponent as directly as possible to reduce the threat factor.

However, this time, his main purpose was to escape. Using two wounded soldiers and a bottle of poison to restrain another demigod and two golds was definitely worth the money.

Currently, according to the tips of [Blessing of the God of Craftsman], the materials for repairing [Wings of Ikaros] are mainly two types - bird feathers and high-quality wax.

He still had a lot of bird feathers in his warehouse, which he had secretly saved when Circe was molting. I think the feathers of the eagle witch are much better than ordinary seabird feathers.

Next, the only raw material left is wax.

While on the way to the island to recuperate, he seemed to have seen several beehives in the southwest, which should have contained usable beeswax.

Time is running out, speed up!

As the roar outside the cave got closer, Loen made up his mind to rush out of the cave and give it a try before the pursuers blocked him in the cave.

"Found it, there it is!"

The six pursuers who arrived at a rapid speed also discovered the trace of the target and rushed towards the culprit who had committed numerous evil deeds with gnashing teeth.

(End of this chapter)