prynovel Chapter 7 is all?
Chapter 7 is all?
As expected, even a four-star knight is no match for a level four evil beast.
Looking at the black thorn centipede, which was over ten meters long and six or seven meters tall when it raised its head, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression, Bart's heart was as chaotic as the thorns.
Based on the exchange just now, he and this beast were not significantly different in terms of offense, defense, or speed.
However, the Blackthorn Centipede is much larger and has a more unpredictable attack method, which gives it a significant advantage in battle.
This is like two boxers who have equally skilled fighting techniques but have vastly different weights; naturally, one will dominate the other.
"Pooh!"
Bart spat out the blood from his mouth, leaned on his sword, and stood up.
He tried to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts, but his feelings only became more complicated.
From the day he became a knight, he was prepared to die in battle. If this is his end, then sacrificing himself to fight against the evil beasts sounds standard and glorious.
But what will happen to Ronan if he dies? What will happen to the Thornlands behind him?
"Hiss!"
Seeing the black thorn centipede pounce, Bart shouted and swung his sword to meet the attack.
The sword flashed out a bright blue aura, slicing through all the thorns that came rushing towards them. This was the knight's secret combat technique driven by psionic energy. However, Bart was already at his limit. After unleashing this sword aura, he had no power to defend himself. Yet the evil beast was not seriously injured. It only lost some painless limbs.
After a few exchanges, Bart, sword and all, was hoisted into the air by the thorns.
"Hiss! Hiss!"
The Blackthorn Centipede didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him. Instead, like a triumphant hunter, it flaunted its victory to the crowd below: Look! Even your strongest knight has been defeated!
Is it over...? Bart's vision was upside down at this moment, but that did not prevent him from seeing everything clearly: some of the people were fleeing in all directions, while others were paralyzed on the ground in fear, and there were cries and screams everywhere, just like in all territories that had been trampled by evil beasts.
To his surprise, a dozen or so farmers carrying pitchforks and axes stepped forward. The leader was Payne, who was the foreman and the most hardworking and highest-paid member of the community.
"Pine, are you crazy? Escape is the priority!"
Payne's wife was in tears, and Payne broke free from her grasp.
"Where can you run to? Can you outrun the evil beasts? Can you even take your belongings with you?"
His hand holding the iron axe trembled, and it was clear he was terrified, but he did not back down, nor did the other farmers.
"I've had enough of this life of hunger! I've finally achieved a life where I can eat my fill every meal, have eggs for lunch and dinner, and even get paid for my work... I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well die in front of those evil beasts!"
"That's right! Let's fight this beast!"
"Avenge the Chief Knight!"
Thank you, but I'm not dead yet... Bart watched as the farmers charged towards the invincible beast, wielding their tools, and was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
In the past, he would never have compared himself to the ignorant and cowardly peasants; but as he lay dying, his view changed, and he realized that these peasants were at least no less courageous than himself.
"Whoosh!"
The gap in strength does not disappear because of courage—faced with the thorny branches coming straight at him, Payne, who was at the forefront, went blank and could only subconsciously swing his scythe wildly.
"Swish, swish, swish"
However, the expected pain did not come; instead, all the thorny branches broke off.
Payne was stunned and couldn't help but look at the scythe in his hand.
However, he quickly realized that what had just happened had nothing to do with him.
As the overwhelming thorns attacked again, a purple streak flashed into his vision like lightning—followed by several flashes of silver blades, which instantly dismembered all the thorns.
And Bart was finally free from being the "Hanged Man".
The only slightly awkward thing was that Medale thought he would be able to stand firmly when he landed, but Bart, who was already exhausted, didn't react in time. In addition, he had been hanging for a while, so he landed like a tiger.
"Are you alright?"
Meidel ignored this scene and looked at the group of farmers behind her.
"No, it's nothing..."
Payne's eyes were wider than the eggs he had eaten yesterday.
He recognized the person in front of him as the witch he had found in the fields a while ago. He had been there at the time and said that even if he didn't kill her, he would drive her away. He never expected that she would save his life now.
Faced with her concern, Payne turned his head away from the girl's gaze, unsure whether to thank her or apologize.
What surprised the people even more was that, instead of retreating, the young lord, dressed in armor and armed with weapons, came to the scene behind the witch.
"hiss!!"
The thorny centipede roared angrily, and more thorns rushed towards them, but the girl sliced them into countless pieces with a single hand, none of them touching the farmers.
"You can leave now. Leave the rest to me."
After saying this, Meidel turned around and looked at the black thorn centipede.
This time, she no longer waited for the evil beasts to attack, but instead stepped on the oncoming thorns and ascended lightly, like a swift flying through a storm.
The ferocious beast finally showed signs of fear. It raised its head high, protecting its vitals with all its might, while simultaneously mobilizing all the remaining thorns in an attempt to strangle Maddale.
Yet, those branches brushed past Madale's body without leaving a single mark. Before steel, even the sharpest thorns are powerless.
"Whoosh—"
Madel aimed at the beast's head, drew her sword, and thrust!
"Thump!"
The Blackthorn Centipede's struggles came to an abrupt halt, its massive body crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Before Madel, this ferocious level-four evil beast didn't even last two seconds.
Fear and panic were no longer contagious, and the crying stopped, replaced by cheers and applause.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the girl drew her steel sword with one hand, her waist-length purple hair dancing wildly in the wind, her posture possessing both feminine grace and warrior's valor.
"Wow, this girl is pretty cool..." Ronan thought to himself, "This is way better than the AAA games I played in my previous life."
Although he knew it wouldn't be his turn to fight, the battle still left him in awe.
A monster, three stories tall and dominating Bart, was instantly killed by his little girl!
Ronan couldn't help but worry that such a battle might exacerbate the contamination of Madel, but the status values displayed by the system only fluctuated slightly, with an amplitude only slightly larger than that of daily work.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but then saw the remains of the black thorn centipede suddenly twitch.
With a sudden, violent roar, three black shadows emitting white light shot out, emitting eerie hissing sounds—they were actually the offspring of the Black Thorn Centipede!
"Be careful!"
Meidel's eyes narrowed; she hadn't expected that this evil beast was pregnant.
With her extraordinary combat prowess, she instantly killed two nearby cubs, but the last one had already pounced on Ronan.
As a level four evil beast, the Blackthorn Centipede's offspring possess the combat strength of a level two evil beast from birth. They are no match for ordinary humans, or even common ferocious beasts like lions and tigers.
At that moment, everyone's heart was in their throat.
"Thump!"
Then, with a solid thud, the centipede that had escaped the net collapsed to the ground, twitched for a moment, and then lay still.
Everyone present, including Madonna and Bart, turned their astonished gazes toward Ronan.
"..."
Ronan glanced at the fist he had instinctively thrown, then at the lifeless evil beast cub, and hesitated to speak.
"this one?"
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