The earth was peaceful, the sky was blue, and the white clouds drifted lazily by.
The head of the stone bridge.
Sun Fei stood like a javelin, a golden short sword in his right hand, a semi-transparent, barbed shield on his left forearm. He held the head of the three-star swordsman, Lang De, in his left hand, blood dripping onto the stone bridge, leaving trails of blood...
Behind Sun Fei, blood gushed into the air like a fountain from the neck of the headless corpse of the three-star swordsman Lang De. His longsword clattered to the ground, and then, this body, which had possessed boundless strength just a second before, slowly and limply collapsed forward like a piece of rotten wood.
The Three-Star-Rank Warrior couldn't even withstand a single move before being decapitated.
Langde's head, held in his hand, still had its eyes wide open. He seemed not to have realized what was happening yet. The sinister smile on his lips was slowly freezing, and his eyes lost their light.
In his lifetime, he was a formidable Three-Star-Rank Warrior, invincible against ten thousand men.
He's dead, no different from a stray dog.
Sun Fei stood guard alone, a cold smile playing on his lips, as he advanced step by step. His steps were light, but with each step forward, the black-clad warriors opposite him, completely shocked and terrified, retreated ten steps in fear...
There were no domineering words, no piercing gaze.
Sun Fei walked forward quietly, step by step.
He didn't even look at the hundreds of enemies blocking his way. Instead, his gaze passed over the group of black-clad warriors who were terrified like stray dogs and fell on a cloud of black mist at the bridgehead in the distance. Strong magical fluctuations emanated from the black mist, and the sense of danger grew stronger and stronger in his heart.
How do we take down this mage?
Sun Fei's mind raced with thoughts.
The fight just now, though seemingly effortless, was not easy for him.
First, he switched to [Mage Mode], using the only three skills currently available to mages—[Fireball]—to distract and distract the opponent. Then, he used the electric [Charged Bullet] to paralyze the opponent's limbs and nerves, disrupting their movements. Next, he used the ice [Ice Bullet] to force the opponent's body to react to the skill. The entire process was calculated in advance, accurate to the second, and the timing was perfect, allowing him to kill the troublesome three-star swordsman, Langde, in one fell swoop.
In terms of actual strength, Sun Fei is currently slightly inferior to Langde. However, the characters in the Diablo world possess a variety of strange skills. Sun Fei's ability to catch his opponent off guard and outmaneuver him was crucial to his success in challenging the three-star swordsman Langde.
However, the figure shrouded in black mist at the bridgehead was clearly far stronger than the three-star swordsman Langde. In addition, since almost all of his trump cards had been exposed in the previous battle, the mysterious mage must have already seen through them. If he wanted to use the special skills of the dark character to scheme and take advantage of others, the other party would probably be prepared. Moreover, in the face of an absolute difference in strength, even if he tried to use tricks and schemes, it would be like trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water.
A myriad of thoughts raced through Sun Fei's mind, yet his feet never faltered.
He walked slowly forward step by step, and the black-clad soldiers opposite him were like mice facing a lion, retreating uncontrollably step by step. They didn't even have the courage to look at Sun Fei anymore. The incredible series of achievements of this blood-soaked demon god before - especially his terrifying performance of killing the three-star swordsman Lang De with a single move while talking and laughing just now - had completely robbed these elite soldiers of their courage to fight and they were on the verge of collapse.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Crimson blood, mixed with white bone fragments, slid down the deformed and tattered armor, leaving a horrifying trail of blood wherever Sun Fei went. He took a step as casually as strolling along a country path, making no sound whatsoever. Yet, the black-clad soldiers, their eyes filled with terror, retreated like the receding tide, moving with incredible speed. Even the steel blades of the supervising officers slashing at them from behind couldn't stop their rout. Some soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, even swarmed forward, killing the supervising officers, desperate to escape...
"Aaaaaah... Archers, shoot him! Shoot him now!!"
The silver-masked man, seeing the three-star swordsman Lang being beheaded by the [armored monster] in the distance, felt his vision go black and screamed. Looking at the fifteen or sixteen-meter gap in the bridge in the distance, the silver-masked man felt a chill run through him, tears welling in his eyes. He knew that at this point, the battle was over; Chambord had become an impregnable fortress. The silver-masked man had a thousand and one ways to easily conquer Chambord, but he himself didn't know why he had suffered such a crushing defeat. Throughout the entire process, he had examined his own strategy and found no room for carelessness; he had used all his strength, even in the most aggressive tactics, and had not underestimated his opponent... Yet, he had still lost, utterly defeated, suffering devastating losses.
Watching the figure slowly walk across the broken bridge without anyone daring to stop him, the silver-masked man was suddenly startled. At this moment, he seemed to finally realize that he had overlooked something in this battle—he had never expected that the king's strength would grow so quickly. Yesterday, he had only barely repelled the three-star swordsman Langde, but today, he could charge back and forth among thousands of elite troops, invincible, and even behead Langde with a single swing of his sword.
In just one day, his strength increased from one star to three stars?
This unexpected turn of events became the decisive factor in the entire battle, turning all the strategies previously employed by the Silver-Masked Man into advantages for his opponent... Otherwise, why would he have positioned the Black Armor Army on such a narrow and long stone bridge?
But how is that possible?
Could it be... that guy could level up two levels in just one day?
The Silver-Masked Man's pupils contracted; he was stunned by his own conjecture. If it were true, just what kind of monster was that guy? Was he the reincarnation of the God of War?
"No, such a person absolutely cannot remain in this world, otherwise..."
The thought of the carnage this enemy would unleash if he grew stronger sent chills down the Silver-Masked Man's spine. An unprecedented fear gripped him. He no longer cared about the mysterious cloaked man's earlier insistence on capturing him alive. He screamed in terror at the distant heavy arrow formation, issuing the order, "Pass on my command! Fire the armor-piercing heavy arrows... Shoot that guy dead! Quickly... Quickly! Immediately!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!
This was perhaps the only time the Silver-Masked Man's military orders were delivered promptly and effectively throughout the entire battle today. With his command, countless bowstrings vibrated violently in the air, creating phantoms. Amidst the slight tremors, heavy black arrows with white feathers pierced the air, whistling as they flew through the air like a swarm of blood-sucking, hungry leeches, grinning maliciously, covering the broken bridge with a dark shadow.
Damn it!
Seeing this, the mysterious cloaked figure shrouded in black mist at the bridgehead looked up and cursed angrily. He had originally wanted to capture people to find out the secret of being able to switch between different power attributes at will, but after this wave of bloodthirsty arrows that pierced armor, even if that guy was made of iron, he probably wouldn't survive.
On the broken bridge.
Sun Fei suddenly looked up and saw a rain of arrows descending from the sky, like the Summon of death... The enemy was disregarding their own soldiers and indiscriminately firing arrows.
In the midst of the crisis, he only had time to instinctively raise the [ Soul Emblem Buckler ] in his hand to protect his handsome face, and then he heard clanging sounds, like countless heavy hammer blows hitting his body, and waves of excruciating pain followed...
At the same time, screams filled the air on the broken bridge.
Countless black-clad soldiers fell to the ground, howling in agony, like saplings under a lumberjack's axe, collapsing without a struggle. Blood splattered, screams filled the air, and bloodthirsty arrows pierced the soldiers' eyes, thighs, heads, chests, and feet. A few soldiers, though severely wounded, were not quite dead yet, crying and screaming as they crawled toward the shore, leaving a long trail of blood beneath them.
The entire broken bridge instantly transformed into a Hell Shura.
In the distance, the Silver-Masked Man stood on a hill on the south bank, watching nervously what was happening on the broken bridge. He paid no heed to the soldiers' cries, curses, and pleas amidst the splattering blood, as if he hadn't seen them at all. Only that one figure was the sole focus of the Silver-Masked Man's gaze.
However, to his horror and anger, after the first wave of armor-piercing heavy arrows rained down, he saw that the guy whose armor was stained red with blood was still waving his short sword and small round shield and struggling wildly, seemingly not having suffered any fatal injuries.
"Archers, don't stop, keep shooting!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!
Arrows rained down from the sky, the dark expanse interspersed with a few cold stars, as beautiful as the stars in a desolate night, yet carrying a heart-stopping shriek, continuing to shoot towards the broken bridge.
Clang clang clang clang--!
The armor-piercing heavy arrows relentlessly reaped all life within their range, their tips like the call of death, piercing into everything they could reach, even creating shocking craters on the stone bridge surface.
The arrows were merciless, whistling through the air again and again.
Soon, there was no one left alive on the broken bridge. The soldiers who had been struggling and screaming were now dead beyond any doubt, their bodies riddled with white arrows, like hedgehogs.
The Silver-Masked Man stared intently at the figure at the bridgehead.
Finally, the scene he had hoped for appeared—the demonic figure finally stopped struggling. His body was riddled with arrows, making him look like a white porcupine standing upright from a distance. Then, with a clatter, his short sword and shield fell to the ground and vanished without a trace. And then, the figure finally collapsed, unwilling to accept defeat...
"He's dead! Hahaha, finally dead... He's finally dead!"
The Silver-Masked Man trembled and burst into maniacal laughter, laughing so hard he bent over, tears streaming down his face, whether from joy or sorrow, it was hard to tell. Finally, he knelt on the ground, laughing uncontrollably, his voice becoming hoarse and frantic, until finally, his laughter turned into sobs...
The Silver-Masked Man gripped the grass on the mound with both hands, tears streaming uncontrollably from beneath his silver mask.
He finally died.
That guy is finally dead.
However, his own three thousand elite black-armored soldiers were also wiped out. Not only did they suffer heavy losses, but the surviving soldiers were also completely demoralized. They were all terrified and probably would never have the courage to pick up their weapons and go to the battlefield again. What drove him crazy was that more than half of his one-star personal black knights had died, and even the three-star warrior Langde had perished on the battlefield.
The Silver-Masked Man was almost driven mad by that Demon God figure.
On the battlefield, the black-clad soldiers watched as that figure finally fell. They clutched their necks, panting heavily, as if the Grim Reaper who had been strangling them had suddenly released his grip, or as if a towering mountain that had been pressing on their hearts had suddenly been lifted away. The shadow of death had finally vanished, and some soldiers even lost their minds, laughing through their tears.
Before this, they never dreamed that one person, just one person, could bring an army to such a state of collapse.
The mysterious cloaked figure, standing at the bridgehead, was seething with rage. He managed to suppress his anger and refrain from confronting the Silver-Masked Man Silver-Masked Man. After a moment of hesitation, he turned and ordered the stunned soldiers beside him, "You lot, carry that guy's body to my tent."
The mage's imposing presence brought the soldiers back to their senses. Several of the stronger men immediately ran over, lifted the corpse—which resembled a porcupine and was riddled with armor-piercing arrows—and carried it away behind the man in the black cloak.
The corpse was heavy, weighing nearly 300 pounds with its shattered steel armor and arrows. Several black-clad soldiers were sweating profusely as they carried it. Even at this moment, they dared not look at the corpse. The lingering murderous aura emanating from the mountain of corpses seemed to shatter their souls. The soldiers followed the black-cloaked figure with trepidation.
"Get out of here. No matter what happens, don't let anyone bother me."
Upon reaching a dark, gloomy tent, the man in the black cloak ordered the soldiers to place the corpse in the center of the tent, speaking in a hoarse voice. The soldiers, as if granted a pardon, fled the tent as if their lives depended on it. The air inside was thick with a damp, musty smell, even faintly mingled with the stench of decay. Strange, sharp tools and bottles were scattered everywhere, making it resemble a slaughterhouse. No one in the black-clad army wanted to linger in that tent for even a second longer.
The man in the black cloak hung up the tent flap, and then, still feeling uneasy, carefully set up several small defensive magic arrays at the entrance. Then, a blue flame flew from his hand and ignited the hanging brazier in the tent. The blue flame flickered and shone, filling the tent with a chilling atmosphere, making it feel like a terrifying Hell.
"Chatter chatter chatter..."
The black-cloaked figure's laughter was like that of a night owl. His eyes gleamed as he looked at the corpse handed to him, muttering to himself with a hint of regret, "What a pity, didn't catch one alive... But luckily, I've already mastered some necromancy. Perhaps by dissecting this kid's body, I can find some secrets about the transformation of different elemental powers, hehehehe... Mastering this secret, maybe I can break through my years-long bottleneck and advance to Five-Star Mage in one fell swoop. And in the future, breaking through to the Star Class and entering the ranks of Moon Class powerhouses isn't impossible, hehehehe!"
He laughed hoarsely, bending slightly with eagerness, and stretched out his fingers, as stiff as withered bamboo, to try and remove the armor from the corpse, then immediately began the dissection...
But when he finally managed to turn the body over and his fingers just touched the buckles of the armor, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and an unprecedented horror appeared on his face.
Even the shrewd man in the black cloak couldn't help but tremble with fear at this moment.
This is not because he is cowardly--
Even if it were anyone else, suddenly seeing a dead person smiling at you with a face full of blood would probably cause them to collapse instantly. The black-cloaked man's body made a normal human reaction.
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