chsdbacks Chapter 118 "Ominous Demon" Malkit
Chapter 118 "Ominous Demon" Malkit
Chapter 118 "Ominous Demon" Malkit
Xia Tong chose a leeward depression on a hillside as his campsite.
Surrounded by huge rocks, it not only effectively shields the Storm Hill from the howling winds, but also provides excellent concealment.
After setting up camp, lighting a campfire, and cooking a steaming pot of meat soup, the place felt especially cozy.
In addition to the usual dried mutton and wild vegetables and fruits picked along the way, Xia Tong also added a few simple dried fish to the broth.
That was something Rodley Carter had specially given him before he left, saying it would enhance the flavor.
"Xia Tong, your meat soup is really good."
Roger ladled out a bowl, gently blew on it to cool it down, and then took a graceful sip.
"Especially after adding dried fish, it's so delicious!"
As the broth slid into his mouth, an intensely rich and savory flavor exploded, dispelling the fatigue of the past few days.
Just call me Tong.
Xia Tong smiled calmly and added some firewood to the campfire.
"I've been spending a lot of time around Stoneville lately."
Roger explained, "So, shortly after you entered this area, I sensed you through the resonance of the stone tablet."
"I see."
Xia Tong was wondering why Roger would suddenly meet her at this time, on the only road she could take to Stoneville City.
It turned out he had been waiting here for a long time.
Xia Tong took a sip of soup and looked at Roger.
The latter was drinking the broth in the bowl in one gulp, and then let out a satisfied "Ah".
Faced with such exquisite delicacies, even this usually gentle and refined magic swordsman almost lost his gentlemanly demeanor.
"Xia Tong, to be honest..."
Setting down his bowl, Roger's expression turned serious: "The checkpoint in front of the Tongcheng Tunnel is heavily guarded."
"Not only were nearly eight thousand fully armed Grik soldiers stationed there, but heavy ballistae were also deployed."
"More importantly—"
Roger paused, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes: "Behind the Tongcheng Tunnel, there's the legendary Markit guarding it."
"You know what? Everyone calls him the ominous demon."
"In his hands, countless dreamers have fallen by the wayside."
Roger's face, which had been relaxed from enjoying the delicious food, still furrowed when the name "Omen Demon" was mentioned.
"But I have to go."
Roger suddenly said firmly, his eyes flashing with determination: "I've found out. One of the sources of the Dead Root's spread is deep underground in Stoneville City."
"So I must go and see it for myself; that is my mission."
Xia Tong's heart skipped a beat.
This guy is probably asking for it.
According to the original plot, Roger was forced to enter the underground of Stoneville City and confronted the terrifying "Dead Prince's Corpse Face".
As a result, he was pricked by the cursed thorns underground and contracted the incurable curse of sudden death, which caused him to lose both legs. In the end, he died with regret and pain.
"Roger, I think you'll find the answer you're looking for there."
Xia Tong put down her bowl and looked at him seriously: "But at the same time—"
"This also means enormous risks!"
Roger finished what Xia Tong hadn't said.
But at this moment, his face still wore that signature, fearless, gentle smile: "In the borderlands, some people can't even die if they want to."
"Even if I die in an accident, it will be worth it as long as I can get that answer."
Seeing Roger's stubborn and unyielding attitude, Xia Tong felt a little heavy-hearted.
Given the risks surrounding Stoneville, Roger, in his current situation, is utterly unable to withstand them.
Seeing Xia Tong's slightly furrowed brows, Roger was unaware that she was worried about his fate.
He still asked sincerely, "Xia Tong, are you willing to join me in clearing the Tongcheng Tunnel and defeating Malkit? I need to understand what the source of the dead roots is that is spreading beneath Stoneville City."
Xia Tong sighed.
He also had to go to Stoneville.
Besides the path to becoming king, he also needs to go to the pile of corpses in the city to obtain the key item, "Relics of the Chrysalis".
Only by giving that thing to Little Red Riding Hood Rodrikica can the latter truly resolve her inner conflict, go to the Hall of the Round Table to learn spirit training, and become her own spirit trainer.
"In that case, let's take action tonight."
Xia Tong's eyes narrowed, and she made a decision.
Nights in Storm Hills always seem very gloomy, with dark clouds looming overhead.
Fortunately, a large number of torches and braziers were lit in front of the Tongcheng Tunnel, illuminating the checkpoint as if it were daytime.
At the outermost edge of the tunnel entrance stood a dozen or so Grek infantrymen dressed in black, patrolling the area, carrying worn-out short swords and torches.
Behind them were three heavy crossbow carts used to fire explosive bolts, facing the intersection.
In addition, there were nearly eighty fully armed regular soldiers from the Grekk Army, stationed in the open space in front of the tunnel and in the woods on both sides.
Their defense is virtually impenetrable.
A fierce wind howled as it rushed into the narrow valley in front of the Tongcheng Tunnel.
On the watchtower in the distance, the Grik soldiers on lookout duty were snoring as usual.
After all, it had been a long time since anyone dared to cause trouble for Stoneville City.
It was nearing dawn, a time when people are most tired.
In one of the inconspicuous shadows.
Xia Tong, Roger, and the figure of the lost knight Oreg slowly appeared.
Compared to Ruthel, who excels in defense, Oreg, who wields two greatswords, has the strongest offensive capabilities among Xia Tong's three generals, making him the most suitable for this kind of surprise attack.
Roger and Xia Tong exchanged a glance and nodded.
"Let's do it!"
They then each stealthily disappeared in one of the directions.
Oreg remained silent.
His head was lowered slightly, and his eyes instantly locked onto several enemies in the formation in front of him.
With a soft "hum," his figure vanished from the spot.
It's as if it never existed.
Roger, standing some distance away, lowered the brim of his hat.
He lightly twirled the rapier in his hand into a beautiful sword flourish.
Then, like an elegant cat, it stealthily moved behind a Grek soldier in the woods.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
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The Grik soldiers on guard suddenly felt the storm behind them seem to have intensified, and was as sharp as a knife.
This place is located in Storm Hills, and Stoneville is known as the Storm City, where storms are commonplace.
They didn't pay attention at first.
However, the Grik soldiers then felt a sharp pain in their waist, abdomen, and legs.
When they realized what had happened, they saw their own lower body corpses flying through the air.
Blood spurted out under the glow of the campfire and moonlight.
"Whoosh!"
The first strike was a massive, sweeping sword strike.
Three infantrymen were cut in half at the waist.
Immediately afterwards, another giant sword slashed out.
The other two soldiers, who were trying to block with their shields, were sent flying far away along with their shields.
The surrounding storm continued to howl.
As a former Storm Knight, Oreg's speed and strength in the storm have increased significantly compared to before, making him feel like a fish in water.
Roger moved like a ghost, and he was responsible for dealing with the sentries and Grik soldiers in the woods ahead of the tunnel.
The sky was already gloomy, and Roger, lurking in the shadows, struck with each thrust of his sword—either in the waist, the back, or the neck.
They were all killed with a single, clean strike.
Meanwhile, the occasional Grik soldiers who spotted Roger in the distance, just as they were about to shout, were usually pierced through the throat by a series of automatically targeting swords.
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"
the other side.
Facing the dense formation of Grik soldiers, Xia Tong first unleashed a crystal scattering attack that had been accumulating power for a long time.
Dozens of sharp pyroxene crystals were ejected.
"boom!"
Like a shotgun, it felled a large number of Grik soldiers.
Suddenly, Xia Tong turned around and looked at Roger.
An unusual and extremely strong magical fluctuation came from his direction.
Roger did not attack directly with his sword, but instead raised his staff high.
The pyroxene energy in the air began to gather wildly above his head, instantly condensing into an extremely unstable azure nebula.
Immediately afterwards, the "cloud" began to unleash a devastating downpour.
Dozens of dazzling pyroxene light bullets did not shoot out in a straight line, but rather fell from the sky as if captured by gravity.
Trailing a long tail of flame, it poured down upon the enemy below without leaving any blind spots.
Then, one cloud after another appeared.
Four or five enormous magical clouds appeared, almost completely covering the densely populated area of the tunnel level.
Combat Technique - Heavenly Demonic Power!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A barrage of dense pyroxene beams rained down on the ground.
In an instant, the nearly eighty-odd Grek soldiers were thrown into chaos.
Some were even instantly shattered when hit by concentrated fire, and those who survived scattered and fled in disarray.
"This must be some kind of divine intervention."
Xia Tong murmured, "Although the effect is significant, the magic consumption is also quite high."
Xia Tong could see clearly that the magician Roger in the distance was sweating profusely and looked rather pale.
Clearly, the continuous appearance of four or five clouds with magical power from the sky was still a bit too much for him.
Xia Tong remembered that later on there was a legendary magic that was even more sophisticated than the magic that fell from the sky, called "Starfall"!
That was truly devastating, like a meteor shower!
However, he remembered that the intelligence requirement for that magic was ridiculously high, requiring a full fifty-something points to learn.
at the same time.
The commotion over Oreg's side in the distance also caught Xia Tong's attention.
Oreg's figure suddenly blurred in place, disappearing as if into smoke.
When he reappeared, he was already several dozen meters away.
It was a small squadron of Grik soldiers that had formed a defensive square.
In the center of the formation, a mass of air compressed to its limit suddenly exploded.
With a loud "boom!"
Oreg appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost, behind several shield-wielding soldiers.
He spun the two dual-wielded greatswords of the Lost Knight in his hands at high speed.
Combined with the terrifying power of the storm, it instantly transformed into a silver full moon.
The dozen or so soldiers in the front row who were affected were instantly torn apart as if they had been thrown into a meat grinder.
Amidst the soldiers' screams and shouts, blood gushed out continuously, staining the ground red.
"Fire! Fire! Fire now!"
The commander at the rear shouted.
Three heavy crossbows roared near the tunnel entrance.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Three explosive crossbow bolts, trailing flames, flew out and aimed straight at Oreg.
However, Oreg shifted his feet slightly, and he disappeared again.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The explosive crossbow bolts that were originally in the spot where he was standing suddenly exploded, blasting more than a dozen of his friendly troops around him into the air.
"Up in the sky!!"
Suddenly, a soldier shouted in terror.
Under the moonlight.
Oreg found himself high in the sky.
He crossed his two swords, his entire body accompanied by a whistling sound, and slammed into the group of ballistae and archers in the back row.
"boom--!"
The moment it landed, dust billowed up.
The shockwave, mixed with sharp sword energy, spread outwards.
A dozen or so archers were instantly torn apart by Oreg's Storm Combat Technique, their limbs flying everywhere, and the ballista was reduced to fragments.
Stormwing - Oreg.
Arriving at Stormhill, Oreg was like a tiger with wings.
With the added advantage of playing at home, he was like a god of death descending upon the land!
"Sure enough, this guy returned to Stoneville City as if he were home."
Xia Tong looked at Oreg in the distance and slowly put away the Hound Fang in her hand.
He hardly needs to lift a finger anymore.
As Oreg weaved freely through the enemy ranks, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.
Each lightning-fast advance was accompanied by several heads flying off.
Each cross-slash was accompanied by limbs flying through the air.
Oregon, bolstered by the storm, is truly terrifying.
As expected of a knight who was granted the honor of "Return to the Tree" by Montgomery.
"Xia Tong, is this the ashes you summoned? So powerful—"
The magician Roger's mouth gaped open, almost unable to close.
This was the most powerful and oppressive set of ashes he had ever seen.
To gain the recognition of such heroic ashes, one must possess an incredibly powerful will and strength.
Roger's opinion of Xia Tong rose even higher.
Subsequently, with the help of Roger and Xia Tong, the matter was brought to a close.
Nearly eighty Grik soldiers in front of the entire Tongcheng Tunnel were almost all killed.
The remaining scattered remnants of the army abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.
Xia Tong did not continue to pursue.
Suddenly, Oreg abruptly stopped killing and teleported back to Xia Tong's side.
His brows were furrowed, he held two swords and stared intently at the city wall above, as if sensing something.
The surrounding storm seemed to suddenly slow down and freeze.
A massive, heavy, and malicious aura slowly pressed down on Xia Tong and the other two.
The sky in the distance was already showing the first light of dawn.
But the pressure before dawn made Xia Tong and Roger exchange a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.
"They're here."
Xia Tong gave a low shout and stared intently upwards.
"That is—"
Roger's expression changed, and the rapier in his hand trembled slightly.
Before he could finish speaking...
A heavy, suffocatingly large black shadow leaped down from the city wall dozens of meters above.
"Thump—!!!"
The earthquake trembled.
The moment it hit the ground, the hard stone slab crumbled and collapsed like dried-out dough.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
A murky, holy yet cursed golden light shone through the smoke and dust.
As the smoke slowly dissipated.
A tall figure, clad in a tattered robe and covered in disgusting horns, slowly straightened up from the smoke and dust.
He held in his hand that ominous cane, which resembled a withered tree trunk.
"The ominous demon—Malkite!"
Roger whispered the name, his voice a little hoarse.
The other side did not launch an attack immediately.
Instead, he used his cloudy yellow eyes to coldly scan the corpses of the Grik soldiers scattered on the ground.
Then his gaze passed over Roger and locked onto Xia Tong behind him.
The latter immediately felt a pricking chill on his skin.
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