Chapter 471 470. Fainting with blood
Outside Sanshan City, corpses littered the fields.
This city, built atop a solitary peak, stands majestically, its three-tiered walls resembling a giant serpent encircling the mountain, with fragmented defensive barriers shimmering on each battlement.
Without the aid of monsters like the Abyss Beasts, which could crush magic arrays, the demons could only rely on a tide of cannon fodder troops, using their flesh and blood to gradually wear down these defensive barriers, advancing slowly and cruelly.
Fifteen intently observed the battlefield situation. Judging from the fact that the outer city walls had not yet completely fallen, the attack must have only started a few days ago.
His gaze swept across the battle lines in all directions, trying to find an area where the fighting was relatively subdued so that he could seize the opportunity to break through the encirclement and return to the city.
Then he looked at Puji beside him.
For some reason, Puji, who had been clamoring to "slay all around" all the way, now had drooping tentacles and sat on the ground with his short legs limp, looking listless and almost curled up into a ball.
Fifteen took out the speaking stone and stuck it on: "What's wrong with you? Are you lacking magic power?"
"I...I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine now!" Puji said, trying to stand up, but she lost her balance and fell back down.
Looking at it like this, Fifteen felt he had seen a similar scene before... in the recruit camp...
"You're not seeing this kind of scene for the first time and you're not used to it, are you?"
"Nonsense! I love fighting!" Number Nine's tentacles twisted together, unsure where to put them. "It's just... there's blood everywhere, it's a bit..."
Fifteen was also speechless.
Throughout the journey, Number Nine kept boasting that he would fight alongside him, making him secretly wary that this "Mushroom Clan" might be some kind of bloodthirsty intelligent monster.
Who knew that this was the kind of "liking" he was? He talks about fighting and killing, but actually faints at the sight of blood?
Seeing that Number Nine was listless, Fifteen, unusually, allowed it to lie back on its head and even tied its tentacles under its chin into a knot, fixing it into a strange puffy hat.
Fortunately, it's relatively light, so it won't affect the speed of the Fifteen too much.
Without further ado, it's time for Fifteen to begin his breakthrough!
He did not intend to wait for this round of attacks to end, as rushing into the city at that time would be too conspicuous and could attract the attention of powerful figures in the demon camp.
This chaotic battlefield presents the perfect opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Fifteen, with Number Nine on his head, circled around to the west side of the battlefield.
The terrain here is exceptionally treacherous, and after being modified, it is even easier to defend than to attack. The demons are clearly unwilling to expend too many troops here, so the battle is relatively peaceful.
He took out a magic scroll he had prepared beforehand. A faint light flashed, and his body began to twist and deform. His skin was covered with scales, and his back was slightly hunched. In the blink of an eye, he disguised himself as a slightly hunched lizardman soldier carrying a shield.
He blended into the scattered demon squads, lowered his body, and slowly moved forward, mimicking the lizardmen's gait.
However, the demons were not incompetent either, and their disguise using magic scrolls was not as skillfully manipulated as Aidin's illusions.
Before they had gone halfway, a demon officer riding a giant rock lizard seemed to have noticed something amiss.
The demon officer called out to Fifteen, just as he was about to investigate.
Fifteen launched the first attack, and although the demons who were on guard raised their swords to block in time, they did not expect Fifteen to be so strong!
The steel-forged scimitar snapped in two, along with the skulls of the officer himself and the rock lizard he rode.
After killing his enemy in one move, Fifteen dared not linger for a moment. Before most of the demons could react, he pushed his [Wandering Step] to its limit, and his figure became a fleeting phantom in the chaos of battle.
"Stop him!" After charging a distance, demon officers from several directions roared simultaneously, and in an instant, arrows rained down, magical light condensed in the air, and a large number of demon soldiers charged straight at them.
"Chaos!"
Countless wind pressure slashes erupted from him, and with the dual enhancement of [Breaking Army] and [Demon Slayer], the demons who approached were shredded into pieces before they could even scream.
Amidst the carnage, he continued his advance at an even faster pace.
However, it seems that the fifteenth day of the month is not very lucky.
The commotion behind them caught the attention of Xenophon, who had just destroyed a defensive barrier.
Xenophon, who was blamed for the Storm Elemental Lord's actions, was assigned by the Prince to destroy the magic circle of Three Mountain City in the name of redemption.
This job is indeed very rewarding, but it is also the most tiring, arduous, and even life-threatening job.
Unfortunately, Xenophon had no choice but to agree at that point.
After three consecutive days of attacks, even though he was tough and resilient, he still suffered a bunch of minor injuries and was seething with anger.
On the battlefield, the moment he spotted Fifteen from afar, he rushed over.
Fifteen also noticed the dust kicked up behind him, and the imposing Xenophon advancing with great momentum.
In an instant, Fifteen realized that he probably wouldn't be able to get into Sanshan City before the enemy charged in.
Although Xenophon couldn't last more than a few rounds against the Sword Saint, that was because the Sword Saint was too strong. Fifteen wasn't arrogant enough to think he could beat a duke.
Should we use a distress signal?
After using it, the city will definitely try to help him, but at the same time, it will also become a weakness, and if not handled properly, it may result in heavy losses.
If it were just Fifteen himself, he probably would never have used a distress signal.
But at this moment, he also carried the weight of his master's life on his shoulders!
Without much time to think, Fifteen took out the signal prop from his pocket.
Just then, a large swarm of spores of various colors suddenly sprayed out from the mushroom cap on its head. Fifteen was caught off guard and inhaled most of it, immediately choking and turning red in the eyes.
"Number Nine, you..."
Before the words of reproach could be uttered, a burning power suddenly surged through his limbs and bones.
The fatigue in my body receded like a tide, my steps became lighter than ever before, and even the hand holding the sword felt a new power pulsating within it.
Even more remarkably, while his body was in a state of extreme excitement, his mind was as if it had sunk into an icy lake, and his perception of the battlefield situation became even clearer and more acute.
"You've been enhanced, hurry... hurry..." Nine's thoughts came intermittently.
Blood splattered all around, covering Number Nine. Combined with the jolting from the intense battle, this blood-scarce Puji felt as dizzy as if he had been on a roller coaster, unable to maintain a coherent thought process.
Without him saying anything, Fifteen immediately put away the signal device and rushed towards Sanshan City with all his might.
The sudden acceleration caught Xenophon off guard. The Pigman Duke roared, his thick hind legs slamming into the ground, his massive body leaping into the air, instantly crossing the battlefield, his spiked club whistling as it slammed into Fifteen's back.
The heavy blow landed just half a step behind him, sending flying shards of stone raining down on Fifteen's back armor. But it was this mere half-step that allowed Fifteen to slip into a gap in the defenses that the defenders had deliberately created.
As Xenophon roared and destroyed the barrier, Fifteen's figure had already disappeared into the layers of city defenses.
...
After a day of attack, the vampire prince Vesalius received a report that fifteen had broken through the front lines and fled back to Three Mountain City.
As a disciple of a Sword Saint whose strength had reached the Hall of Fame level, Fifteen was naturally not an unknown nobody whom the Demon Clan would not recognize.
In fact, Xenophon recognized that Fifteen was the disciple of the sword saint who had almost killed him, which is why he pursued him so fiercely.
Vesalius's vampire nobleman, Ern, bowed and reported, "My lord, the Sword Saint's disciple's risking his life to enter the city at this moment is probably not just for defensive purposes. I suspect he has found some antidote..."
The prince's eyes showed little emotion: "My blood poison is not so easy to cure."
As a trusted confidant, Ern naturally knew the origin of this blood poison.
Every hundred years, the prince would give birth to a "daughter," nurture her with all his might, and then, at her 100th birthday banquet, perform a ritual to consume her.
That special blood poison was one of the byproducts of the ritual.
This is a taboo that few people, even among vampires, know about.
If it weren't for this special blood poison, the Sword Saint, who wasn't killed outright, would probably have fully recovered by now, spouting the two few curse words he knew in demonic language, and jumping around as he slashed at them.
But the recent series of events forced Ern to bite the bullet and speak up: "My lord, forgive my bluntness, but there have been far too many unexpected events lately!"
Vesalius's gaze suddenly turned cold, and the pressure from the source of his bloodline made Ern freeze instantly.
After a long while, until Ern's hands began to tremble, the prince suddenly withdrew his gaze, patted him on the shoulder, and praised, "Not bad, you dare to speak your mind. I have not failed to value you. There have indeed been too many unexpected events lately, and one or two more would not be surprising. Therefore, I have made other arrangements, so there is no need to worry."
Ern finally relaxed his shoulders. Now that he knew the prince had a backup plan, he said no more.
(End of this chapter)
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