Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 63 There have never been any partners of justice

Clang!

Lynn took a half step back and drew his sword to parry the old man's dagger.

The force transmitted through the sword was insidious and cunning, far beyond what an ordinary old man could possess.

The old man missed his target and used the recoil to bounce backward, his movements as slippery as an eel.

"Kid, you've got some skills."

The old man held the short knife upside down, his tone slightly boastful, "The last person who could block this blow from me was the city lord of Lorenas. However, I still managed to cut off his head in the end."

Lynn lowered his eyelids and glanced at the blade. "Is that so?"

The words had barely left his mouth when he was no longer there.

The old man's sinister smile hadn't faded when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Lynn was already standing behind him, his longsword pointing diagonally at the ground.

The old man stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with disbelief, and reached out to touch his neck.

A thin line of blood appeared on her neck and quickly spread.

puff!

Pawn!

After a brief silence.

"Murder...murder!"

The surrounding villagers suddenly started shouting.

Almost simultaneously, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the end of the dirt road at the village entrance.

Soon a well-equipped caravan came to a screeching halt at the village entrance, their imposing presence practically screaming "Justice is coming!"

The leader was a young swordsman wearing silver-white armor.

He pulled on the reins, and the warhorse reared up.

The young swordsman spotted Lynn carrying the blood-dripping longsword and the headless corpse on the ground at a glance.

"stop!"

The young swordsman dismounted, his longsword drawn and pointed directly at Lynn. "To commit murder in broad daylight! Is there no law anymore?!"

The villagers, who had already drawn their weapons and were ready to fight to the death, immediately put on expressions of grief and indignation as victims.

The woman who had previously tried to ambush Lynn with a crossbow bolt immediately rushed towards the young swordsman.

"My lord! Help me, my lord!"

The woman clung tightly to the young swordsman's leg armor, tears and snot instantly streaming down her face. Her finger, pointing at Lynn, trembled violently: "These thugs started robbing as soon as they entered the village! The old village chief just wanted to argue with them, and then... he got his head chopped off!"

The other burly men wielding machetes also began their performance.

"This is outrageous! They're even targeting eighty-year-olds!"

"Please, Your Honor, do us justice and kill these wicked men!"

The young swordsman watched this scene with veins bulging on his forehead.

His four teammates behind him also drew their weapons and formed a fan shape to surround Lynn and his companions.

"Put down your weapons!"

The young swordsman roared, "Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Lynn smiled but didn't say anything.

"Lynn".

Isa chuckled softly from behind, "Looks like we've become the bad guys."

"What a good actress," Laofen muttered to herself, tilting her head.

"Excuse me, my righteous friend, please make way."

Lynn was too lazy to explain to this self-important young man, and walked straight ahead with his sword.

When the woman saw Lynn approaching, she shrank behind the young swordsman in fright, crying out, "Sir, save me! He's going to kill me to silence me!"

"I told you to stop right there!"

Enraged by Lynn's arrogance, the young swordsman flashed in front of the woman and swept his sword across her face.

This sword strike was delivered without holding back; it was aimed at dislocating the arm.

Lynn merely shifted his body slightly to the side, his longsword grazing the hem of his clothes as it struck empty air.

In the instant they passed each other, Lynn thrust out his longsword.

puff!

The blade pierced flesh!

The young swordsman turned around in astonishment and saw that the woman who had been crying was now clutching her throat with both hands, blood gushing out from between her fingers.

Then she slumped backward.

"you……"

The young swordsman's pupils dilated sharply.

He never expected that this black-haired boy would dare to commit violence in public in front of his famous "Sword of Dawn" squad in the Holy City!

"Next."

Lynn stepped over the woman's corpse and walked toward the burly man who had been the fiercest with the machete.

"Help me! Help me, sir!"

The burly man turned pale with fright and scrambled to hide behind the young swordsman.

"You bastard!"

The young swordsman was utterly enraged. "You kill civilians right in front of me?! Do you really think no one can stop you?!"

After saying that, he gripped the sword with both hands and brought it down on his head.

Lynn merely slid half a step forward to the side, his shoulder slamming hard into the young swordsman's breastplate.

With a muffled "clang," the young swordsman lost his balance and staggered backward.

"don't want!"

The burly man hiding behind him looked utterly desperate.

puff!

The burly man was pierced through the chest by a long sword.

Lynn flicked his wrist, exerting force laterally.

The burly man's final scream was cut off in his throat.

"The second one."

Lynn flicked the blood off his sword, his tone as calm as if he were taking inventory.

"You bastard! You murderer!"

The young swordsman steadied himself, his eyes bloodshot. His four teammates roared and charged forward. The mage's staff glowed, and the archer drew his bowstring taut.

"Protect the villagers! Kill this madman!"

The young swordsman shouted.

Seeing that the adventurer party was no match for Lynn and his companions, the remaining dozen or so villagers scattered and fled, shouting, "Help! Bandits are killing people!"

"So noisy."

Isa, who had been leaning against the carriage, sighed and gently tapped her staff on the ground.

boom!

An invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire venue.

The "Sword of Dawn" team members, who had just taken two steps, felt their knees buckle. The archer even knelt down, and the arrow he had shot limply stuck in front of his toes.

"This is... gravity magic!"

The young swordsman was shocked.

"Let's stop this children's play-house."

Isabella brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't get in our way."

When the fleeing villagers saw that Lynn was not going to let them go, they finally stopped pretending.

"Let's fight him!"

An old farmer with a fierce face pulled a rusty battle axe from the pile of firewood and chopped it at the back of Lynn's head.

Another "village woman" also pulled out a throwing knife from under her skirt and skillfully threw it at Lynn's eyes.

Clang!

Lynn wielded both swords simultaneously, their blades gleaming like a mirror.

The throwing knife was knocked away, and the battle axe, along with the arm holding it, flew into the air.

Lynn weaved through the crowd, the blood from his sword splattering on his face, pooling at his chin.

"Stop...stop it now..."

The young swordsman tried to stop them, but was firmly suppressed by Isa's magic and could only watch helplessly as the "victims" fell one by one.

"Ah! My leg!"

"Don't kill me! All the money is in the cellar! I'll give it all to you!"

"You devil! You're a devil!"

Hearing the villains' screams, Lynn simply swung his sword even faster. "If you've chosen to lure people to feed the wolves, you have to be prepared to be eaten by them."

After eliminating the last person he could see, Lynn looked at his trembling, bloodied hand and felt a pang of unease.

It's impossible to say that he felt no guilt about killing someone, after all, he didn't grow up in a bloody world.

"Would the hero Simmel do this?"

Lynn asked herself a question.

Sometimes, even though we speak the same language, we still can't understand each other.