Slaughtering Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes

Bloody Battle Against the Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes

"Crap." Diya suddenly stopped in his tracks, a look of regret surfacing on his face.

"What?" Diablo was startled by Diya.

"I forgot to bring those gold coins with me," Diya said, unable to hide his annoyance. "We left too quickly just now, and I forgot for a moment."

"Gahaha, so that means you don't even have a single copper coin on you right now. Interesting, truly interesting. If you go back now, you definitely won't get the gold coins, and you'll get surrounded instead. You definitely won't do that, so we can only go become bandits. Robbery, robbery! Starting from robbery, we'll set foot on our path as terrorists," Diablo immediately said, once again voicing his grand ambitions.

"Go to hell," Diya muttered, raising the longsword in his hand. "I still have this. Nobles really are nobles. They're rich. This longsword is actually of top-grade white quality. It'll definitely sell for a good price."

"Tch, it's only white-grade. A piece of trash," Diablo said disdainfully. On the Brahma Continent, equipment was divided into two types by nature—magical equipment and ordinary equipment.

And no matter which kind of equipment it was, there were four grades—gold and purple-gold. As for whether anything existed above purple-gold, that was unknown.

White-grade equipment did not possess any special traits. Starting from blue-grade equipment, however, a single trait would appear. For example, with swords, a blue-grade sword might very likely have the trait of sharpness. With that trait, the sword would be much sharper than other swords forged from the same material and in the same style.

As for gold-grade equipment, it had two traits, while purple-gold equipment had three. These traits were random, not fixed. If one was lucky, the trait would suit the equipment. If one was unlucky, the trait would not match the equipment, and it would become a chicken rib—tasteless to eat, yet a pity to throw away. For example, if you gave a hammer the trait of sharpness, it would be utterly useless.

But forging equipment with traits was truly too difficult. These traits were not magical power, but abilities a blacksmith could add to equipment once their skill reached a certain level. Mousse in Carlos City was a decent blacksmith, yet even he could only forge white-grade equipment. From that, one could see just how precious equipment with traits was.

"Trash it may be, but even trash can still sell for a few gold coins," Diya said unconcernedly. As long as he had a few gold coins, basic living would no longer be a worry. Of course, a few gold coins could not satisfy Diya at all. Having been accustomed to poverty, he yearned desperately to obtain a large amount of gold coins, whether they were useful or not.

Holding the longsword, Diya walked through the Twilight Rainforest. The farther inward he went, the dimmer the light became. It felt like that moment just before nightfall, and the deeper he went, the damper it felt. The dead branches and fallen leaves piled on the ground grew even thicker.

Diya walked cautiously, paying full attention to every movement around him. He did not want to be ambushed by some snake, insect, beast, or monster because of one moment of carelessness and end up dead with his life extinguished.

The rainforest was utterly silent, so silent it could drive a person mad. There was not even the sound of branches and leaves swaying, as if this place were a frozen expanse of space.

"Be careful. I feel like the atmosphere here is a little strange," Diablo's voice suddenly rang out. It was rare for him to offer a warning, and Diya gave a sound of acknowledgment, becoming even more vigilant.

They were getting closer and closer to the very center of the Twilight Rainforest. For some reason, Diya also felt that the atmosphere was unusual, carrying a somewhat oppressive quality. Aside from the dampness in the air, there was also a faint smell of blood drifting through it.

Suddenly, a faint "buzzing" sound came over. Diya's expression changed. He drew the longsword with one hand, tapped his feet against the ground, and swiftly retreated, his face solemn. He was extremely familiar with that sound. It was precisely the sound of blood-sucking mosquitoes. And judging by the density of the noise, there probably weren't just one or two, but dozens or even over a hundred.

As if they had smelled the human scent on Diya, the blood-sucking mosquitoes rushed out from the depths of the rainforest. One after another, they were like small fighter jets, bringing with them bursts of sound as they tore through the air. They gathered together and closed in on Diya. At a glance, all he could see were head-sized patches of red, along with those sharp mouthparts flashing with bloody light, making his scalp go numb.

"Holy crap, there are so many. Xiao Li, are you going to handle them yourself?" Diablo shouted.

"Mm. If I can't deal with them, then you make a move," Diya said, nodding firmly. If something could be done by relying on himself, he would absolutely not rely on others. Only that way could he walk farther along the road of the strong and avoid developing the habit of dependence.

By his initial estimate, there were roughly over a hundred blood-sucking mosquitoes, and they were charging over quickly. Diya, however, kept retreating, occasionally glancing at the terrain behind him. When dealing with blood-sucking mosquitoes, the greatest fear was being surrounded and attacked from both front and back. Once he was struck by even one of them, he was bound to bleed, and the smell of blood would stimulate the blood-sucking mosquitoes' desire to attack even more intensely. When that happened, things would become dangerous.

Therefore, Diya's most pressing task was to first find terrain where he could put his back against something, allowing himself to face enemies only from the front. Diya remembered that along the path he had just taken, there was a huge rock more than two meters tall. That would be the place where Diya fought the blood-sucking mosquitoes.

Before long, just as the blood-sucking mosquitoes caught up, Diya finally reached the rock. He quickly checked the area around it. Seeing nothing else, Diya put his back against the rock, raised the longsword horizontally, and fixed his eyes tightly on the incoming blood-sucking mosquitoes.

The blood-sucking mosquitoes charged over without the slightest hesitation. Sword light flashed. With a few swishes, several of the blood-sucking mosquitoes at the very front were killed by Diya in several strikes, falling to the ground like planes that had been shot down. Though it was a white-grade sword, it was top-quality among white-grade weapons, incomparably sharp. Dealing with fierce beasts like blood-sucking mosquitoes was still effortless.

Furthermore, with Diya's current physical strength, speed, explosive power, and control, the attacks he formed were terrifyingly powerful. Often, a single slash was enough to cut a blood-sucking mosquito in half.

It was just a pity that Diya had never learned sword techniques. In the past, his body had not allowed it, and now he did not have enough time to make it in time. So in Diya's hands, this longsword was merely a sharp weapon. Whether chopping or thrusting, Diya did it as he pleased. Gradually, Diya found that feeling of holding a sword. Combining it with what he had once seen of the basic sword techniques practiced by the swordsmen in the academy, Diya subconsciously imitated them, and before long, he had learned them well enough to look convincing.

The power of basic sword techniques was not great. Cultivating basic sword techniques was only to let swordsmen lay a solid foundation, hold the sword better, strike better, better grasp the feeling of using a sword, and control the force and movements involved in wielding it. The purpose was to build a foundation for cultivating more profound sword techniques in the future.

Before long, when Diya was already performing the basic sword techniques with proper form, the ground before him had become piled with broken blood-sucking mosquito corpses.

But strangely, the blood-sucking mosquitoes showed not the slightest fear and had not the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, they rushed over in an unending stream. Aside from the first wave of blood-sucking mosquitoes, even more blood-sucking mosquitoes surged out from the depths of the rainforest. Each wave had over a hundred of them, looking like locusts passing through, making goose bumps rise all over one's body.

Who knew how long had passed, but the pile of blood-sucking mosquito corpses before Diya had already risen past his knees. Yet the blood-sucking mosquitoes did not decrease, instead increasing. Dense masses of them surrounded Diya's body. Apart from his back, which was protected by the rock, the other three directions were all being attacked by blood-sucking mosquitoes.

"What's going on?" Diya did not understand. This was different from what he usually knew.

"Radish, that shameless peacock, says there's something at the center of the rainforest commanding these mosquitoes to attack you," Diablo suddenly said. "When we were about to get close to the center just now, Radish sensed that thing's aura."

"Crap. If this goes on, before I kill all the blood-sucking mosquitoes, my own stamina will give out first," Diya said calmly as soon as he heard that. His mind spun rapidly, thinking of a way. It seemed that only by destroying the thing at the center of the rainforest could he break free of the blood-sucking mosquitoes' attacks. Of course, he could also choose to kill every last blood-sucking mosquito. No matter how large this Twilight Rainforest was, the number of blood-sucking mosquitoes had to have a certain limit.

But that was a foolish method. Perhaps by the time Diya's stamina was completely exhausted, there would still be blood-sucking mosquitoes left. At that point, he would be finished.

"Charge out. Charge toward the center of the rainforest and directly kill the thing controlling the blood-sucking mosquitoes," Diablo suggested.

"You think that's possible like this?" Diya said helplessly. Right now, he was tightly surrounded by blood-sucking mosquitoes, three layers inside and three layers outside, and outside the perimeter, there were even Mutated Blood-Sucking Mosquitoes.

"I'll control Hellfire to protect you. You just focus on charging forward. But once you reach the center of the rainforest, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. You'll only be able to rely on yourself," Diablo said heroically.

"All right, then begin." As soon as Diya finished speaking, raging demonic-red flames suddenly sprang up all over his body, making his entire person look like a huge blossom of fire. Diya strode forward and charged straight ahead. Any blood-sucking mosquito touched by Hellfire, even with just the slightest contact, all burst into flames. In only a single second, they turned into a pinch of ashes and scattered onto the ground.

Diya focused on traveling, shifting his center of gravity forward and forcing his feet to continuously break through their limits. His speed increased again and again. Everywhere he passed was exceptionally dazzling. Sheet after sheet of blood-sucking mosquitoes suddenly burst into flames all over, fell, and turned to ash. Before long, they left behind a dry, withered trail.

The blood-sucking mosquitoes continued to surge over nonstop, while Diya charged straight through them like a warship riding the wind and cleaving the waves. Diya rushed into the blood-sucking mosquitoes, causing great numbers of them to die. Before long, he had already arrived at the center of the rainforest, while the blood-sucking mosquitoes stopped chasing him and only lingered outside.

(Speaking of which, before I started writing books, I was still a reader, and I read other people's books too. Sometimes, when I saw books by some pretty good authors and the protagonist inside was being abused, I could endure a few chapters, but after a few more chapters, I'd go a little crazy and really want to drag the author over and beat him up to vent the displeasure in my heart. But after I started writing books myself, for some reason, I always feel that the protagonist hasn't been abused enough, and I'm always thinking of making the protagonist suffer even more abuse. I don't know if other authors have this kind of thought too. Since a lot of brothers all think the protagonist has been abused too much and for too long, I can only give up some of the abuse and start strengthening the protagonist's power, step by step until he gains the ability to summon, while also cutting down some chapters.)