activa-t Chapter 108 The Summoning Snail Without a Bell
Chapter 108 The Summoning Snail Without a Bell
Chapter 108 The Summoning Snail Without a Bell
three days later.
The stone bridge in the distance of the Yizhan Street ruins.
Xia Tong coldly surveyed her surroundings.
More than twenty ragged, emaciated, homeless nobles, like flies drawn to blood, were gathering from all directions.
Although they moved slowly, like walking corpses, there were simply too many of them, their rusty straight swords and flickering torches swaying wildly before our eyes.
Some powerful and influential people even reached out their withered hands, trying to tug at Xia Tong's clothes, making a sickening hissing sound.
Surrounded by this group of small fry.
Xia Tong did not use magic or summon ashes as usual.
With a low shout, he suddenly exerted force from his waist, and the broad, heavy lion-shaped greatsword in his hand moved vertically...
It pierced deep into the hard soil beneath its feet.
Combat Technique - Gravity!
"Buzz—!"
With a deep, strange, and highly penetrating low-frequency hum, a spherical purplish-black ripple instantly erupted from the sword embedded in the ground.
Those nobles who were holding torches and brandishing straight swords, ready to launch an attack, suddenly felt their bodies sink, and then they involuntarily stumbled and fell toward the great sword stuck in the center.
"Splash—"
A dozen or so powerful people who were close by could only be helplessly sucked towards the center, no matter how much they flailed their limbs and struggled.
At the extreme point of gravity, their foreheads collided violently, producing a crisp sound of bones shattering.
The immense impact and the sudden loss of gravity caused them to freeze briefly.
Xia Tong immediately gripped the hilt with both hands and yanked the greatsword out of the ground.
"Whoosh!"
With the action of drawing his sword, he unleashed a simple yet powerful sweeping motion.
Like a sharp sickle cutting through, the bodies of these homeless nobles, forcibly gathered together by gravity and completely unprepared, were hacked to pieces.
Then, Xia Tong continued her pace, delivering several more fluid slashes and powerful, charged strikes.
These twenty-odd powerful figures were slaughtered by Xia Tong in no time, as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
The ground was covered in filthy, dark blood.
Xia Tong straightened up, leaning on his greatsword, and breathed heavily for a few moments.
Xia Tong secretly wiped away her sweat, feeling a slight soreness in her wrist.
I had been saying I needed to increase my stamina and do targeted physical training, but I was too busy traveling and learning magic to put it into practice.
It seems we can't delay any longer.
Burke, the demi-human who had been brought along by Xia Tong for training, stood blankly to the side.
He opened his mouth, then slowly closed it again.
He had seen the ancient knight Istvan's avatar use the same trick in the coastal cave.
In Burke's eyes, Xia Tong's move just now, whether in terms of casting speed, range, or subsequent killing efficiency, was even more shocking and swift.
"Brother Tong, you're much better than that guy!"
Burke jumped for joy, his eyes filled with admiration.
Xia Tong tried hard to suppress the upward curve of her lips and said modestly, "What that knight left behind was merely an incarnation of power without self-awareness."
"If Istvan were to use this move here, its power would likely be far greater than it is now."
This combat skill was obtained by defeating a White King at the ancient ruins by the sea.
In fact, the White Kings were not native to the border region; they were a race that emerged from the fall of a meteorite.
Even the gravity magic of Shattered Star Rataen originated from a White King.
"Brother Tong, where are we going now?"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll just stay on this stone bridge."
Xia Tong looked up at the sky.
"Waiting for the arrival of a knight."
"Waiting for a knight?"
Burke scratched his head, puzzled.
But he was still obedient and stayed where he was.
Occasionally, they would encounter a few scattered, homeless nobles wandering from the distant woods.
Burke then stepped forward, brandishing his staff and harvesting the shards of radiant stone.
Burke's combat skills have become increasingly refined.
After these days of practical training, he can now easily handle three slow-moving wandering nobles on his own.
Because this bridge is very close to Lake Yaquil, there is plenty of moisture.
As the sun gradually set in the west, darkness fell.
A thin mist gradually rose in the surrounding air.
Soon, an unsettling sound arose in the silent mist.
"Da—Da—Da—"
Accompanied by the heavy, slow sound of hooves, a knight clad in heavy black armor emerged from the mist like a ghost.
Night Cavalry.
He held a huge, menacingly shaped Night Rider halberd upside down in one hand.
The halberd was extremely long, and the blade at its tip gleamed with a chilling light under the cold moonlight.
"Tong--Brother Tong, what's that?"
Burke, the demi-human, swallowed hard, somewhat fearfully.
This was the first time he had ever seen a knight who exuded such a powerful aura of pressure.
Moreover, the warhorse was truly bizarre, draped in a thick black funeral cloth, its eyes even covered.
Its size was so large that it was almost twice the size of the black horse ridden by the mercenary Kaidan.
It seemed they had spotted the two people standing in the middle of the bridge.
The sound of the cavalry's hooves suddenly stopped, halting ten meters away.
"Ring ring—"
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Xia Tong calmly rang the summoning bell, summoning the headless knight Ruthel.
"Rutil, you are responsible for protecting Burke's safety."
Xia Tong gave the order in her mind: "As for this battle, you don't need to get involved."
Recalling the Night Rider I encountered in front of the walls of Moen City, the oppressive feeling he exuded was not much weaker than that of the Tree Guard.
And now, he faces the same Night Rider.
Xia Tong no longer felt that sense of trepidation or the urge to run away.
The Night Cavalry in the distance had already moved.
He lowered his body slightly and spurred the horse's belly.
"Da da da da da!"
The heavy clatter of hooves was like a death knell; the funeral horses galloped forward.
Burke was so frightened that he hid behind the tall Ruthel.
This headless older sister wielding a giant eclipse shield always gives him a great sense of security.
Xia Tong and the Night Riders were getting closer and closer.
Finally, the Night Cavalry charged to within five meters.
The blindfolded funeral horse let out a muffled neigh, its four hooves suddenly buckling as it charged forward with terrifying force.
Using the momentum of their horses, the Night Cavalrymen swung their long halberds with one hand.
The heavy, bladed halberd, accompanied by a piercing whistle that seemed to tear through the air, was poised to cleave Xia Tong, who stood rooted to the spot, in two at the waist.
Xia Tong, on the other hand, remained unusually calm, even somewhat overconfident.
Only at the very last moment before the fatal blow was about to strike did he gently tap the demi-human queen's staff in his left hand.
Just as the Night Cavalry was fully focused and ready to swing their halberds...
A ghostly blue magical light projectile materialized without warning in the void behind the cavalryman's head.
Then came a muffled "bang".
The magic stone slammed into the back of the Night Rider's head, which was covered by a black helmet, like a brick.
"Ugh!"
The blow from behind abruptly interrupted the cavalryman's attack.
The originally deadly sweeping attack was instantly deformed. Xia Tong simply turned slightly to the side and dodged the thunderous blow of the halberd without a scratch.
Take this opportunity.
Xia Tong waved her staff repeatedly.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Three pyroxene meteors, each trailing a long tail, streaked out.
They veered in the air and crashed down on the side of the enormous funeral horse.
"Boom! Boom!"
Clusters of blue magical sparks exploded.
The warhorse neighed in agony, its fur on its belly ripped open, blood gushing out and splattering onto the cold stone slabs of the bridge.
The Night Riders were utterly enraged.
He forced himself to steady himself, turned his horse around, and faced Xia Tong again.
This time, he was no longer careless or underestimated his enemy, nor did he charge blindly.
Instead, he took advantage of the sword-bladed halberd's extremely long attack range and launched a series of thrusts from a height of five meters away.
The halberd tip, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, attacked relentlessly.
The bridge was not wide enough to begin with, and the funeral horses were huge, trampling back and forth.
The halberd seemed to have eyes, sealing off Xia Tong's escape route.
After barely managing to evade several attacks by rolling,
Xia Tong's eyes narrowed.
He tucked the staff back into his waistband and yanked out the hound's fangs from his back.
Hound Tooth is a large curved sword with a slightly undulating, wave-like shape.
It has a completely different style from the Lion Greatsword that Xia Tong used before, which has a wide and sweeping style. Its blade is long and curved, and the edge has a kind of chilling sharpness.
The warhorses neighed.
The Night Cavalry's halberd swept across the battlefield once more, accompanied by a whirlwind, determined to force Xia Tong back.
Xia Tong moved.
His steps became exceptionally light, like a hunting dog, following the trajectory of the halberd's swing, his body sliding forward and to the side at an extremely flexible angle.
"Whoosh!"
The hound's long teeth rose in response.
The gracefully curved blade perfectly avoided the edge of the Night Knight's hard heavy armor, precisely cutting a narrow slit along the inside of the knight's exposed arm as he swung his halberd.
The cut wasn't deep.
For the fully armed and battle-hardened Night Cavalry, these were merely minor flesh wounds.
But something strange happened.
The tiny wound on the knight's arm seemed to be forcibly held in place by some invisible force.
Bright red blood spurted out uncontrollably, quickly staining half of the black armor red.
The blood on the hound's long fangs and the long sword reflected a strange, eerie red light under the moonlight.
The cavalryman, in pain, angrily pulled on the reins.
The warhorse reared up.
A long halberd descended from the sky, attempting to use gravity to smash Xia Tong into a pulp.
However, the blow, delivered with excessive force in anger, aggravated the wound.
The wound gushed blood again, even more rapidly than before.
Facing a fatal blow that felt like Mount Tai crashing down on their heads.
Xia Tong touched the ground with one foot, flipped her wrist, and her whole body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released in an instant.
The greatsword rose from below, meeting the falling halberd, and drew a huge, extremely fierce and magnificent crescent-shaped silver sword aura.
"when!!!"
This powerful, forceful upward thrust, using the opponent's momentum against them, not only deflected the falling halberd.
The curved, sharp blade then ripped a deep, bone-revealing gash into the warhorse's chest.
Combat Technique - Hound Sword Technique!
At this moment, the seasoned funeral horse could no longer hold on.
Its two forelimbs went limp, and it collapsed heavily to its knees.
As the hound's fangs danced, Xia Tong's body, propelled by the powerful momentum of the sword swing, tumbled backward in the air with remarkable lightness and elegance.
With a loud "bang!"
The cavalryman's subsequent, unbalanced strike landed heavily on empty ground, shattering the stone slabs of the bridge into pieces.
Xia Tong, on the other hand, landed steadily a few meters away, completely unharmed.
They entangled themselves like ghosts for several rounds.
The Night Riders were getting more and more small wounds.
The warhorse was already overburdened, and blood was gushing from its chest like a waterfall that had been opened, and it was impossible to stop it.
Finally, the huge funeral horse let out a mournful whinny and collapsed completely to the ground, its blood staining the wide funeral cloth crimson.
Having lost their mounts, the Night Riders simply dismounted.
He gripped the halberd with both hands, strode forward like an enraged black bear, and charged toward Xia Tong.
The heavy halberd blade, accompanied by a terrifying whistling sound that tore through the air, swept towards Xia Tong's waist.
This attack covered a very wide area and had immense power, making it almost impossible to avoid!