Chapter 99: Fifty people beheaded for the leader's reading!
"Help me!"
A seriously injured foreman staggered and fell at the end. His body was covered in blood, and there was a wound on his chest that was deep enough to show the bones.
Without waiting for anyone to respond, a tomahawk was shot out from the door of the building, hitting his back and killing the unlucky man on the steps.
Well, the two corpses broke apart, and the blood spilled out in a radiating pattern, causing nearly a thousand miners around to subconsciously take a step back.
Boom, boom, boom!
Military boots made a dull sound as they stepped on the ground. The ghoul servant walked out and stood in an arc, guarding his master.
Their whole bodies were wrapped in heavy armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and they looked fiercely iron-blooded.
"Heavy infantry?"
The miners gasped, and even the supervisors and mine bosses who were hiding in the dark and observing secretly were shocked.
These fifteen sets of armor are worth at least 50,000 to 60,000 gold delan. How can that kid be so rich?
The knowledge of the miners is still too shallow. This is the "Hundred Warriors" heavy equipment specially built for Centurions. A set is worth 20,000 gold marks, which will cost double the amount to exchange for Jindelan. It is also the standard equipment of the Jutland Empire.
, you can’t even buy it if you want.
Downton walked out calmly, grabbing a big foreman's hair in his hand and dragging him out forcefully.
Jackson followed behind with a crossbow, his eyes shining green, revealing endless cunning and treachery.
The miners were in an uproar and retreated again. Even if they were fools, they could see that Jackson was no longer human.
"Tsk, tsk, only twenty-one died!"
Downton seemed to be teasing, but in fact he was putting psychological pressure on the other party. He opened the visor of his helmet, took out a powerful magic potion, opened the lid with his thumb, and poured it into his mouth.
The expressions on the faces of the magicians were bitter. Their strength, equipment, subordinates, and medicines were all overpowering their own side. How could they still fight this battle?
The seven surviving foremen already regretted listening to the words of the chief overseer and provoking Downton. This was basically a deal that cost the lives of their wives. No, it might even cost them their lives.
The more than 30 surviving magicians have begun to weigh in. Downton is wearing heavy armor and has no injuries at all. If they want to kill him, they conservatively estimate that several people on their side will die. This is because they absolutely don't want to see him.
.But if you don’t fight, you will lose face in front of more than 10,000 years of people.
"Downton, you are still far from being arrogant." A big foreman said harshly, but he was no longer as tough as before. Now he wanted to find a step to get down.
"Oh." Downton responded lightly, picked up the battle ax, and asked, "I'm just arrogant. What can you do?"
"Damn it!" the big foreman was furious, but before he could curse, a crossbow arrow suddenly shot out, hitting his mouth and piercing the back of his neck.
The big foreman covered his neck and fell to the ground. After making a few hoar noises, he rolled his eyes and died.
"Jie Jie, I like the harvest season." Jackson smiled strangely and re-stringed the crossbow. This insidious guy never misses any opportunity to make a sneak attack.
"You are looking for death!" The magicians were furious and cursed Downton, but no one dared to pounce on him.
"What are you afraid of? Let's go together and kill him!" Led by Duoban, there are still a few guys who are not afraid of death, but they are not stupid. They want everyone to go together, so that the advantage will be much greater.
The potion took effect, and the magic energy refilled Downton's soul seeds.
"If you want to kill me, be prepared to pay the price of death!" Downton snorted coldly, leaned forward, exerted force, and released the giant charge.
In just a blink of an eye, Downton shot in front of Doban, who was thirty meters away, and slashed with his tomahawk.
Doban swung his sword to block, but was cut into two pieces by the sharp blade. Fortunately, the soul shield blocked it, otherwise he would have died.
Downton launched a two-part combo.
Half of the magicians didn't move, while the other half rushed forward.
The ghoul servants sprinted, and as Jackson turned on the aura of agility and radiation blessing, a dark green halo with a radius of half a meter appeared under their feet.
The speed immediately increased, and they swarmed towards the enemy like steel chariots. Unfortunately, Downton had not had time to weld steel claws on them, otherwise the lethality would be greatly increased.
Jackson made a sneak attack again and shot an unlucky man in the thigh, but this guy was too afraid of death and did not enter the battle circle at all.
The magicians were shocked again. It could bless the halo, but what was it? This strength was enough to defeat anyone present in a one-on-one fight.
"Die!" Doban activated his talent, his hands turned black and became as hard as iron. After slapping the battle ax away, he grabbed Downton's head.
Downton dodged, and Douban's black hand grabbed the armor, causing a harsh noise and leaving five scratch marks.
Phew, Doban hit Downton with a heavy punch on the head.
Downton swung his fist to block Duoban's fist, raised his right foot and kicked the ground hard.
Trampled by giants!
Bang, the ground cracked and gravel flew everywhere.
Duoban was unstable and lost his balance.
Downton swung his axe, blasted one of his shields with Giant Slash, and then produced the Giant Seal.
Seeing the huge magic battle ax being chopped down, Duban's eyes jumped sharply. Downton's martial arts were so powerful that they could break the shield with one shot. This made him quite afraid, so he quickly moved the other two shields to block it.
Boom, the battle ax fell and dust flew up.
The magicians who rushed up were also affected, and coupled with the interception of the ghouls, they were unable to lay siege to Downton.
Downton fired a giant spear arrow with his left fist, which grazed Doban's face and shattered his cheekbones. The corners of his eyes were even torn, and his vision was restricted.
Duoban was choked and coughed. At this time, he was regretting it terribly. He was also at the third level. Why was Downton so ridiculously strong? He seemed to be able to fight back, but in fact he couldn't even break through other people's defenses. If this continues,
Death is certain.
Downton rushed to attack and at the same time issued orders to the demon servants to direct the siege.
The threat of imminent death made Duban lose sight of his face and wanted to take advantage of the smoke and dust to escape. However, after running a few steps, he felt his body sink.
Duoban looked down and saw a pair of arms tightly hugging his waist.
The demon servant picked up Duoban, smashed him on the ground, and dropped him.
"Get out of here!" Doban almost peeed in fear. Downton was right next to him. If he was restrained by himself, what would be the difference between him and a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?
Doban's iron fist couldn't reach the demon servant behind him. He could only punch its arm, but even if the ghoul wasn't wrapped in heavy armor, he couldn't feel the pain.
Another demon servant rushed up, grabbed Doban's arm, and pressed on him.
Downton rushed forward and chopped off Douban's head with his battle ax.
"don't want!"
Duoban's shouts stopped silently, a head rolled down and blood spurted out.
"What are these?" The magicians were very depressed. These tin cans were like mad dogs. They would not let go of people if they hugged them. If they didn't have weapons, they would definitely be hit hard.
"No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, surround and kill!"
Downton asked the ordinary soldiers to serve as human shields, block positions, divide the formations of the big foremen, and then command three low-level ghouls to surround and kill the opponents.
Even if Downton doesn't take action, three low-level demon servants can easily kill a third-level magic user with a soul. Now add him in. Those who are targeted will be killed instantly, without the ability to fight back.
Downton approached a big foreman, and after breaking his soul shield, just as he was about to take a last hit, a crossbow arrow shot through and pierced the big foreman's neck.
Blood was sprinkled on Downton's body and flowed down again.
"Master, what do you think of my archery skills?" Jackson showed off. This guy is very afraid of death and will never fight in close combat unless forced.
"If you hurt me, I'll skin you!" Tang Zheng knew that crossbow arrows could not penetrate his 'Hundred Warriors' suit, but as a paladin who liked to charge into battle, he hated Jackson's wretched fighting style.
"No!" Jackson saw that Downton was in a bad mood and hurriedly walked to the side.
Three low-level ghouls approached a magician in a "pin" shape. With the effect of the aura of agility, the targeted guy couldn't escape at all.
Number 1 was responsible for facing the enemy head-on and attracting attention, while Number 2 and Number 3 attacked and surrounded them. The magician could not retreat because Downton was blocking the enemy behind, and the four iron cans formed a 'cross' formation.
The demonic user was already struggling to hold on after blocking Downton's beheading. He had no energy left to avoid the ghoul, so he was tackled by the demonic servant at the waist, and then he was thrown to the ground with great force.
He was held down by three low-level ghouls like mad dogs. Even a ferocious beast would not be able to break free easily. Downton defeated him without any pressure.
The battle instantly became intense. In less than five minutes, more than a dozen corpses were left on the ground, leaving the onlookers stunned.
"How is that possible?" Superintendent Ram, who was surrounded by a group of overseers, saw the scene and blurted out. Downton's killing speed was so fast. Against these guys, it was like chopping melons and vegetables.
"Didn't you say that he has a second-level soul?" a big supervisor yelled, "are they all blind?"
"Yesterday, he was still at the second level." The supervisors complained in low voices, "This guy has been promoted too fast, and his equipment is good, and his subordinates are powerful. Those big foremen can only be called undead if they can defeat him."
"Fart, not to mention his combat wisdom and accomplishments, his killing experience alone can make your shit explode." Ram's face was gloomy. Downton killed people without any unnecessary movements. It was as perfect as a killing book.
Textbook, how many people have to be killed before it can be cultivated?
Those three 'iron cans' were also very difficult to deal with. They were very skilled in the use of siege tactics. And the most frightening thing was that 'they' were not afraid of death. They would complete the tactical mission even if the sharp blade was cut on their helmets.
"A bunch of lunatics!"
Not only the chief engineer, but also the miners watching also came to the same answer.
Except for the guy wearing leather armor and wielding a crossbow, headed by Downton, this group of heavy infantry were like the most fearless soldiers, charging at the enemy like a tide and fearing no death.
"Downton, we recognize your status, don't kill anymore." A big foreman finally couldn't bear the fear and cried out. (To be continued...)
ps: Congratulations to Caitou, who is reading the book, for becoming the first leader of the Hero's Creed. We have nothing to repay, and we will work harder to code and write a wonderful story!