Chapter 445 The Power of Demigod!
Downstream of the rushing river, the dilapidated woodland was filled with broken limbs and arms, a mess!
The center of the explosion was a pitch-black deep pit. Fragments of the caravan flew hundreds of meters away, and the bloody scene was shocking!
Grace would never have thought that the shrapnel grenade he fired far away would actually hit the caravan tent of the Green Forest Army's vanguard troops.
The ammunition loaded in the caravan exploded instantly. It was not ordinary black gunpowder, but the "black technology" stolen by the ratmen from the dwarves in the Wanren Mountains!
The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the entire team. As a result, this single shot directly wiped out an entire team of 100 men, and even half of the troops behind them lost their combat effectiveness...
Facts have proven that doing evil things will not go without retribution, especially in the land blessed by holy light.
Looking at the devastated explosion scene and his men wailing in pain, "The Executioner" Aka was completely enraged.
He didn't care about hiding his movements. He grabbed the guillotine behind him and roared loudly.
"Charge! Chop them into pieces!"
It's been discovered anyway.
Nearly five thousand Green Forest Army soldiers scattered in the forest no longer hid themselves. They drew their weapons and ran towards the Wheat Field Village while shouting earth-shaking shouts.
"kill!!!"
If this small number of people attacked Quemu Fort, they would probably have to think twice, look at where their leader was sitting, and hesitate whether to rush forward.
But it was obvious that the place in front of them was just an ordinary village. The garrison had at most a thousand men, and they could drown these traitors with just a spit from each of them!
As for those villagers, they are not human beings, they are just sheep in the sheepfold!
Their eyes were filled with hideous bloodshot, chaotic black energy wrapped around their souls, and bestowed upon them the power called "desire"!
They not only want to kill them all -
Even dig out their hearts and livers and make soup!
The cry of charge resounded throughout the forest. Just when the army of desirers seemed to have seen the hell with corpses everywhere, shouts of killing that were no less powerful than theirs rang out from the woods right in front of them!
"kill--!!!"
They were a group of burly men, holding a variety of weapons in their hands, including muskets, swords, axes, and some strange things.
However, the most surprising thing is not the weapons in their hands, but the "comrades-in-arms" following them!
Many Green Forest Army soldiers who were rushing ahead were shocked to find that it was actually a group of undead?!
When did these traitors get involved with the undead?!
Don’t they believe in the saint sent by Saint Sith?
Was that guy really sent by Saint Sith?!
They had no time to think. The collision between the two sides happened almost in an instant at a distance of just a few hundred meters.
A tall and strong "pseudo-human" player rushed forward, howling excitedly and swinging the battle axe in his hand, and smashed the two bandits wearing green turbans into four pieces on the spot!
Black Whirlwind Lin Daiyu: "Ahhh! Completely crazy!"
His level has reached the peak of bronze, and he is considered one of the stronger professional players in Wheatfield Village.
Even with the blessing of chaos, these ordinary bandits wearing green turbans were no match for him.
Holding a long-handled battle axe, Lao Hei swung with great force a few times and scraped a bowl-shaped gap in the Green Forest Army's line!
Faced with this madman with immense strength, the fifty or so bandits huddled together with fear in their eyes, and no one dared to step forward to fight him.
At this moment, a gunshot was heard, and a shrapnel hit the heads of the fifty or so green-turbaned men. The fragments of the explosion directly hit more than ten people, and even Lao Hei, who was wielding a long-handled battle axe, was almost swept into it.
"Damn it, you better watch out!" Old Black, who had escaped danger, turned around and cursed.
The [Gold Medal Cannon Soldier] holding a grenade in the distance chuckled, pulled the bolt - or rather, the bolt ejected the smoking brass shell, and shouted arrogantly.
"Brother, this thing is much more useful than a wand—"
Before he could finish his words, a strong wind suddenly swept over and headed straight for his face.
Before the "fake" player could see what it was, his eyes went dark and he returned to reality.
At this moment, somewhere in "Earth OL".
Looking at the small room of 20 square meters, the "Gold Medal Cannon Soldier" holding the gaming helmet was stunned for a long time before blurting out a sentence in confusion.
"What the hell? The internet is down again?"
That's obviously not a network outage.
"Natural Disaster OL" is not about network connection at all, but about the resonance of consciousness under deep sleep.
There is only one possibility for being “disconnected”, and that is death.
At the same time, in the forest outside the Wheat Field Village of "Natural Disaster OL", [Black Whirlwind Lin Daiyu] looked at his good brother who was smashed into two pieces by a guillotine, and let out a sad and angry roar.
"Old Cannon! Damn it... I'm going to fight you beasts!"
Although it will take less than a few hours to see it, it does not prevent him from howling a few times to increase the sense of immersion and howling while swinging the battle axe.
On the other side, the morale of the Green Forest Army soldiers, who were suppressed by Lao Hei a second ago, suddenly rose when they saw the gunman being cut into two pieces.
The boss took action!
The centurion, who had been afraid to step forward and confront Lao Hei, suddenly came to his senses again. He rushed towards Lao Hei with his broad-bladed sword, and for a moment he was evenly matched with the latter!
It was only then that Lao Hei was surprised to find that this guy was actually a bronze-level master!
And maybe, like him, I am only a little bit away from breaking through to the fine steel level with just a little experience!
As expected, war is the place that best trains people. In the peaceful Thunder County, there are hardly any extraordinary people except adventurers, but in the neighboring Twilight Province, they are everywhere.
It's not just the lower-level extraordinary people, even the higher-level extraordinary people seem to be experiencing inflation.
Lao Hei, who was struggling with the centurion, suddenly saw the guillotine stuck in the ground fly up.
Then, the chain hanging on the ground swept across a crescent-shaped arc like a tornado from the ground without any warning. Players and trees were smashed into a bloody mess wherever it passed, and bones and wood chips flew backwards together!
Caught off guard by this sudden critical hit, the players' momentum of charge suddenly stopped.
And just at this moment, they saw a burly figure walking out of the forest.
The man was two meters tall, with muscular torsos and centipede-like scars that gave off a ferocious aura. He wore a black hood on his head, like an executioner on the execution ground.
And unlike ordinary executioners, he directly held the guillotine in his hand, with a creepy white mist floating from his mouth, and his eyes thirsting for blood were like a beast.
"Fuck!"
"BOSS is here!"
Looking at the domineering executioner, the players were not afraid or terrified, but excited instead.
"Natural Disaster OL" is different from traditional MMORPGs. Attack and defense are not absolute numerical calculations. Lower-level transcendents are not completely powerless when facing higher-level transcendents. It's just a matter of chance!
And once they succeed in killing an enemy at a higher level, the generous experience rewards can even allow them to jump several levels!
As the saying goes, the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. The players were so excited to see the BOSS being killed that their eyes turned green!
Only the Salvation Army soldiers who rushed out of the village, and the mercenaries and adventurers who stayed in the village for various reasons, had solemn expressions on their faces.
The terrible feeling of oppression tore at their souls and almost froze their heartbeats!
This is...what a terrifying power!
They even had a feeling that even their leader Brennan was no match for this guy!
Looking at those pairs of frightened eyes, the face under the black hood revealed a hideous smile.
It’s so delicious…
That breath of fear.
His favorite thing to do in his life was to fully appreciate the panic of the person being executed when his death was approaching.
He never tires of watching that despair and humiliation. Sometimes, in order to enjoy it a little longer, he would even think of some less clean and tidy methods of execution to allow the dying person to live a little longer.
He saw it as a kindness.
For example, now, he could clearly kill them all with a wave of his hand, but he chose to kill them one by one.
"... Blame your leader if you want to. All traitors must die!"
As he spoke, he exerted a little force with his right hand and pulled the chain that he had thrown to his side.
Everyone felt like they were facing a powerful enemy!
However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened.
The guillotine stuck diagonally into the ground seemed to weigh thousands of tons and didn't move at all!
The stretched iron chain creaked and was almost torn apart!
A-Ka was slightly stunned, and then he pulled hard again, but it still didn't move. Then he glanced to the side.
The moment he looked to the side, his ferocious pupils shrank into a dot.
He saw a two-meter-tall man standing with one foot on his guillotine, looking at him expressionlessly.
There was no trace of murderous intent in those calm eyes, but they were like a bottomless abyss tearing at his will.
A flicker of surprise and a hint of fear flashed across A-Ka's eyes... Especially when he saw that his guillotine had been sunk deep into the ground like an anchor on the seabed.
“…Who are you?!”
He roared in a timid manner, wrapped the chain around his fist, and tensed all his muscles.
Seeing their leader who seemed to have been defeated, the soldiers of the Green Forest Army were stunned. They obviously did not expect that their "executioner" Aka, who was invincible, would be disarmed by an unknown person.
A series of expressions such as surprise, dullness, fear... appeared on their faces, as if the situation had reversed in an instant and they were standing on the execution ground.
Not only the Green Forest Army was shocked, but the Savior Army and the players were also stunned.
“Oh my god…”
"This is... the owner of the Rock Inn?!"
"Is this guy so awesome?!"
They only knew that he was very strong and even created a martial art of his own, but they didn't expect him to be this strong!
[Lighter], who was standing in the crowd, swallowed.
He had a bad feeling that this oppressive boss would be killed by the plot before they could even take action, and this time they would just be there to watch the show again.
Who is the NPC?!
He was so daring that he was about to secretly shoot the boss to gain some experience, but he didn't expect that all the joints in his body seemed to be locked and he couldn't move at all.
WTF——
It’s really a plot-driven thing!
The dog planner doesn’t even want to act anymore!
He seemed to vaguely see a deep blue butterfly quietly landing on a branch not far away.
What a beautiful butterfly...
[Lighter] Just as I was thinking this, in the blink of an eye, the butterfly disappeared again...
“Gunter… the owner of the Rock Inn.” Gunter looked at A-Ka expressionlessly and said in a calm voice, “I smell a very bad odor on you. You must have killed a lot of people.”
kill?
A-Ka was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Are you kidding me? Not to mention killing people, I've even eaten a lot of them!"
He didn't know who this Gunter was, but he thought he was definitely not Brennan's subordinate.
The nobles' thugs?
Or... a distant relative of the Swift family?
Clenching his fist around the iron chain, Aka's muscles were tense. While pulling at the guillotine stuck in the ground, he stared intently at the man who was stepping on his knife and spoke word by word.
"Speaking of cannibalism, Mrs. Wift's flesh is still the most nostalgic... It's a pity that she committed suicide by taking poison. Those most delicious things have to go to waste. What a pity... Tsk tsk..."
He smacked his lips as if he was reminiscing about the good old days, but the words he said made everyone who heard him shudder or clench their fists.
Gaunt's expression didn't change, but his eyes were as cold as the greatsword behind him.
He uttered a word softly from his mouth.
"What an ugly thing... Even the ogres outside the Brass Pass might not be as disgusting as you."
“Whatever you want to say,” A-Ka curled his lips in disdain. “Compared to what those nobles stole from us, I’m just collecting a little interest for my brothers!”
Gaunt's lips curled up in a mocking smile.
"Really? Then what are you doing now? What did the villagers of Wheatfield Village steal from you?"
"Them? Ha, they didn't steal my things, but if you want to blame someone, blame them for following the wrong person and blocking my way!" Aka laughed and said arrogantly, not feeling ashamed at all.
His sense of justice is like his green turban, or like the pirate flag on the vast ocean. It is only hung when it is needed, and when they are not right, they can immediately come up with another set of things.
That is the truth in the forest, the law of the jungle prevails!
But Gaunt smiled.
"Since you think so, you must be prepared to be killed... There's no point in saying more. Draw your sword."
He had thought about persuading this guy to turn back, but he was no longer interested in doing so at the moment.
That wasn't what he was good at after all.
He would rather send him to see Saint Sis...if there was a chance for such a villain to meet.
A-Ka's muscles were stretched to the limit. He held the chain tightly in his hand, his face flushed red as liver, and a low growl came from his throat.
The guillotine stuck in the ground remained motionless, and Gunter, who had one foot on it, still had a calm expression.
Let me draw my sword...
Are you fucking loosening your legs?!
However, Gunter just looked at him, with no intention of letting up, but instead put a little force on his toes.
With a loud "bang", the stretched iron chain suddenly broke into pieces like a lit firecracker!
The interlocking iron rings flew around like metal fragments that were blown away.
Caught off guard, A-Ka's right arm was blown into a bloody mess. He roared in pain and stepped back.
"I'm going to tear you apart!"
With his blood boiling, he temporarily forgot his fear. With red eyes, Aka grabbed the steel knife from the hand of the subordinate next to him, roared and rushed towards Gunter.
A dark green aura surged over his body like a raging wave. That was the power bestowed upon him by the "Claws of Eternal Hunger"!
A-Ka took two steps forward and slashed with his sword. The terrifying power of chaos easily tore the space apart, leaving an ugly subspace scar in the originally flat space!
This was the most powerful blow he had ever made in his life, and it was also the first time he had used all of his extraordinary powers after breaking through the diamond level by pleasing the Claws of Eternal Hunger!
While his opponent hasn't had time to draw his sword, now is the time when he has the greatest chance of winning!
Seeing that the attack was about to succeed, Aka's face showed a grim smile of confidence, as if he had already seen his enemy being cut in two by this space-tearing slash!
However, he still underestimated his opponent.
Gaunt looked at him indifferently, then his shoulders moved slightly, and the big sword was already in his hand.
So fast!
Aka's pupils suddenly shrank, and without even seeing the man's movements clearly, he saw the blade of the big sword coming towards the blade in his hand without dodging!
"clang--"
There was a crisp sound of metal clashing, and A-Ka felt as if his chest had been hit by a battleship. He flew backwards and knocked down five pine trees before stopping.
The black hood was completely shattered, revealing an ugly and ferocious face.
The steel knife in his hand had broken into pieces, and as for the blow he had launched with all his strength, he didn't even see how it broke, and it disappeared like a broken soap bubble.
The butterfly standing on the branch shook its wings slightly, as if it was also surprised by this incredible power.
A-Ka coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up from the ground. His gnarled muscles expanded and contracted like a beating heart.
"...Such an overbearing power. Who are you? The Chosen One of Saint Sith? Or from the dwarves' side?"
“Neither.”
“Ha! How is that possible!” A-Ka laughed loudly. “You can’t be sent by the Flame of Destruction, right?”
Gaunt said calmly.
"I fight only with the sword in my hand and for the truth in my heart. No one sent me here."
After a pause, he continued.
"Your opponent is Günter Steingrabe. Bring this name to your true god for me. The humans of the continent of Oss don't need His hypocritical charity. I'll chop down every one of His minions that come my way."
Steingrabe...
The Salvation Army's captain muttered the surname silently, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He never imagined that the owner of the inn next to Wheatfield Village would actually be the legendary Rock Sword Master?!
certainly.
There are also many people who have never heard of this surname, or they just feel that it sounds familiar but can't remember where they have heard it.
But Aka obviously knew.
Just like the captain of the Salvation Army, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, followed by a glimmer of fear.
Although soon, all those emotions were replaced by the madness that was revealed on his face.
"...So it's the Sword Saint, hahaha... What an honor! The Empire really thinks highly of us, sending a demigod-level warrior to suppress our uprising."
Gaunt said calmly.
"I should have said that no one sent me here. I am not from the Empire, but from Rhodes."
A-Ka narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"What's the difference? Running dogs of the Empire and the Church... Where were you when we were starving? Now that we can't survive, you finally notice us!"
Silas once told him that the reason they had to endure all this pain was not only because of the king's indifference, but also because of the indifference of the emperor above them.
They were too far away from the ground and could not see the suffering beneath their feet!
Besides, they don't want to watch it.
In Silas's narrative, the empire's colonies were not limited to the New World; all farmers living outside the Holy City were part of the empire's colonial system.
This is also why the serfs of the Kingdom of Ryan had to try their best, work all day long, and even sell their souls and beliefs, just to survive on the land under their feet.
It is obvious that they are all people of Saint Sith, and belong to the same human race as the Imperials!
In contrast, the residents of the Holy City were already living in paradise. They drank red wine from the Duchy of Campbell, sat on logs in the Dusk Forest, and ate beef and potatoes supplied by the Kingdom of Rhodes... They never had to worry about what to eat next.
Even an orphan in the Holy City orphanage is better off than the wealthiest farmer in the Dusk Province.
There is only one explanation - because they are all colonizers!
Only by setting a fire and burning everything on this land can the people of Ryan who are struggling in the Dusk Forest be truly freed!
As luck would have it, the Green Army's "quartermaster" Silas and the respected King Theoden actually had the same idea.
It's just that one person took the initiative and the other person condoned the fire.
Although the theories are very different, the two people's decisions and ecological niches are surprisingly similar.
It is indeed impossible to ignite this huge forest fire with the strength of only one person...
"...Have you finished your nonsense? If you're done, get on your way."
Gaunt was too lazy to listen to this devil's fallacies. Even if he farted like a flower and listed ten thousand faults and reasons of others, it could not cover up the ugliness under the high-sounding packaging.
Looking at Gunter raising his sword, Aka suddenly showed a ferocious smile on his face.
"I admit that you are very strong. I am afraid I am no match for you, but don't get complacent too soon..."
"Sooner or later, a Chaos Chosen stronger than me will set foot on this land. He won't come from the void, but is hiding among those you haven't killed! Just wait and see, he will kill every last one of you for me, using methods even more cruel than mine! And then you will start to miss me... hehehe!"
"Then let him come."
Ignoring this pale provocation, Gaunt swung his sword expressionlessly. The sword in his hand fell like thunder, hitting Akka's head squarely.
Aka tried to put up a final resistance, but it was in vain. He died on the spot without even a chance to struggle.
This clown who committed so many evil things and had such a twisted personality died like a warrior...
Filthy blood sprayed onto the treetops, and the soldiers were silent as they watched the human head rolling on the ground.
The soldiers wearing green turbans all looked terrified and didn't even have the strength to escape. They dropped their weapons and surrendered, their legs trembling.
If they were facing a diamond-level expert, they would still have the courage to rush forward, but the one standing before them was the Sword Saint!
That was the power of a one-man army. If he wanted to, he could kill them all without any effort.
Thinking of the harsh words their leader said before he died, they became even more desperate.
However, the Sword Master did not kill them.
"The prisoners are left to you."
Looking at the Savior Army, Gunter nodded slightly, then walked silently towards the direction of Wheatfield Village.
However, at this moment, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the treetops, and frowned slightly.
He always felt that someone was looking at him, but he couldn't find where the gaze came from.
However, his intuition told him that the prying gaze had no malicious intent and was merely a third-party observer.
And soon, it disappeared, as if it had never been above his head...
Gaunt was suspicious, but didn't think much about it.
Maybe it's just an illusion.
After all, even a great sage couldn't get so close to him without attracting his attention...
(End of this chapter)
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