"You... you can't... you're still alive?"
The man in the black cloak looked as if he had seen a ghost, and the next moment he began to tremble all over.
What would happen if a mage, completely unprepared, allowed a demonic warrior to easily approach him? The man in the black cloak turned pale instantly. Then, a thick, swirling black mist appeared out of nowhere, spreading wildly, trying to protect his body, like a drowning man desperately trying to grab onto a nearby sampan. For mages, the fragility of the physical body makes them rely more on magical power for protection; it's an inertia.
A series of awkward and obscure syllables flowed rapidly from his mouth, but...
Bang--!
With a single punch, Sun Fei brought the black-cloaked man's struggles to an instant halt. The deep chanting of magic stopped abruptly, like a crowing rooster being choked. Then, the thick black mist enveloping the man in the black cloak vanished instantly before it could even reach his entire body.
The man in the black cloak gaped open.
Clear saliva and white foam uncontrollably gushed from his mouth, which was supposed to be used to chant noble magical spells. Like a virgin who had been violated, his eyes showed disbelief, and his hands tightly covered... his crotch.
"Damn, the penis really is the most vulnerable part of the human body!"
Sun Fei chuckled, blew on his fist, and shamelessly marveled at himself inwardly. At the same time, he seized the opportunity, jumped up quickly, and kicked the man in the black cloak hard in the groin.
With that kick, the man in the black cloak stiffened instantly, a hoarse growl like a wild beast before death escaping his throat. He then collapsed helplessly to the ground, his black cloak slipping down to reveal a gaunt, skeletal face. His skin was dry and clung tightly to his skull, and his head was completely bald. Due to the relentless blows to his vital areas, the poor Four-Star Class mage's face changed color repeatedly, from pale pink to dark black, and then to a sour green. Tears streamed down the face of this dignified Four-Star Class mage, who struggled and rolled on the ground several times, his body arched like a shrimp, before he fainted.
"Damn! You're copying my feigning death?"
Sun Fei found it hard to believe that he had taken down a Four-Star Class mage so easily. To make sure that the 'human-skin skeleton' wasn't faking death, he walked up to it, thought for a moment, spat, and then kicked it in the groin with a sinister smile. A soft cracking sound came, as if some testicles had broken.
"It seems he really has passed out."
Sun Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves relaxed, the pressure in his heart finally disappeared, and he felt much more relaxed. He sat down on the ground, panting heavily.
Things went much more smoothly than Sun Fei had anticipated, far exceeding his best expectations.
During the previous battle, when Sun Fei saw powerful archers appearing in the distance among the Black Armor Army, he thought for a moment and came up with a desperate plan to feign death. He was wearing a set of heavy steel knight armor and could Summon his level 12 Barbarian equipment at any time—especially the [ Arctic Furs ] from the [ Arctic Gear ] set. This cloth armor had extremely high defensive capabilities. With both sets of armor combined, surviving these powerful archers shouldn't be a problem. If he could feign death and infiltrate the Black Armor Army camp, and then find an opportunity to launch a surprise attack, he should have a 50-60% chance of killing this terrifying Four-Star Class mage.
Sun Fei was originally worried about how to approach the cloaked man in black after feigning death to launch a sneak attack, but who knew this guy was just unlucky by nature, actually offering himself up to die, letting the soldiers carry his 'corpse' into the tent, and just now he was looking like a lewd person trying to touch him...
"Looks like my luck is about to explode, there's no stopping it... Haha, I truly deserve to be called the King of Super Luck!"
Sun Fei excitedly removed his tattered steel armor, revealing his Barbarian suit underneath. The black-clad warrior's armor-piercing heavy arrows were indeed formidable, even leaving numerous pitted wounds on his [ Arctic Furs ]. The force of the arrows penetrated the armor, causing considerable damage to Sun Fei's body.
"Damn it, even playing dead is a skill!"
Sun Fei took out a [ Healing Potion ] from the Barbarian's Belt space, took a sip, and his injuries visibly healed rapidly. The excruciating pain also quickly disappeared. He didn't dare to finish the potion, leaving one-sixth of it, so he put it back.
After recovering, Sun Fei began to examine the pitch-black tent. The air was filled with a strange, foul stench, as if countless corpses of creatures were rotting and fermenting there. Under the eerie blue light, everything inside the tent flickered, creating an atmosphere that was both eerie and terrifying.
Sun Fei's gaze finally settled on several long black ropes.
His eyes lit up, and he decided to tie up the unconscious Four-Star Class mage, sparing the unfortunate fellow for now. In Sun Fei's view, the value of a living Four-Star Class mage might far exceed that of a corpse. As long as everything was under his control, the knowledge within a mage's mind was a treasure to anyone. Chambord City was a remote town, and even Brook and the others couldn't explain many things about the Azeroth Continent clearly. Sun Fei wanted to learn more from this mage.
Sun Fei, holding the rope, laughed shamelessly, "Hahaha, how should we SM this old man? Hands-on head binding? Tortoise shell binding? Peach binding? Upright one-piece binding? Or M-shaped leg-spread binding? Hanging leg binding? Or one-leg binding?"
Tying up prisoners is an extremely technical task; if not done properly, the prisoner can easily struggle and escape. However, this is no problem at all for 'Master Sun Fei, ' who frequently watched certain perverted Japanese SM films in his previous life. Sun Fei has memorized at least seventy-two different SM bondage techniques. Although the Four-Star Class mage in front of him is far inferior in physique to those voluptuous Japanese beauties, Sun Fei doesn't mind putting his unused techniques from his previous life into practice on him.
A few minutes later.
"Phew, finally done!" Sun Fei clapped his hands, looking at his work with pride.
The unfortunate Four-Star Class mage was bound up like a human dumpling by Sun Fei. Sun Fei used at least six cowhide ropes and twelve different binding methods. In the end, he even painstakingly used the so-called highest level of SM binding technique—[Sealing Binding]—a vicious binding method. When the rope was wrapped around the mage's mouth, Sun Fei deliberately tied several super large knots, like a gag, and stuffed it into the mage's mouth to ensure that even if the mage woke up, he would not be able to cast spells through chanting.
Of course, that's not all.
Sun Fei was a very vigilant guy. To further ensure safety, he shamelessly found a short, thick wooden stick in the tent and mercilessly used it to penetrate the four-star mage's anus. He then connected the stick to a rope, so that if the mage struggled even slightly, the rope would pull the stick, and he would be subjected to repeated, inhumane anal penetration. The excruciating pain was enough to make even the tough guy faint instantly.
Even after doing all this, Sun Fei was still a little uneasy.
After all, the power of a Four-Star Class mage was simply too great. What if this guy had some means to untie the ropes...? Sun Fei thought for a moment and simply broke the mage's limbs. Watching the unconscious mage struggle violently and spit out a string of bloody foam, he figured the mage wouldn't wake up for a while. Only then did he coldly begin his next plan.
Black Armor Army Barracks.
The soldiers were already busy packing up their tents in preparation for retreat. Ten minutes earlier, a scout had arrived on horseback to report that traces of the Zenit Empire's army had been spotted on the distant plains, most likely heading towards Chambord City. This forced the Silver-Masked Man to abandon his plan to continue attacking Chambord City —in fact, the Silver-Masked Man himself understood that the Zenit Empire's reinforcements provided a convenient excuse to back down. With the stone bridge broken, the Black Armor Army's attack was no longer an option.
Moreover, almost all the Black Armor Army soldiers were unwilling to face the city again. Everything that had happened before had completely destroyed the courage of these elite soldiers. At this moment, they only wanted to leave this devilish place as soon as possible and never want to see the castle across the river again.
Everyone in the entire camp was busy, and there was complete chaos.
Outside the tent of the man in the black cloak stood two tall, burly soldiers in black armor. They were guards sent by the Silver-Masked Man to their teacher. The two stood ramrod straight with their hands at the door, afraid that the slightest laziness would be discovered by the black-robed mage inside. Before this, fourteen soldiers had already been captured by the black-robed mage for the same reason and used for live experiments. Those fourteen unfortunate men had obviously suffered unimaginable torture before their deaths; their beast-like howls and screams had haunted the nightmares of the entire camp.
The two men just hoped the attack would end quickly so the army could retreat and they wouldn't have to stand guard for this devilish mage anymore.
Just then--
Whoosh.
The heavy curtain of the tent was lifted, and someone came out.
The two soldiers hurriedly turned around and saluted, but when they saw the face of the person who came out, they suddenly felt cold all over, their faces turned pale, their lips trembled, their teeth chattered together in a series of crisp sounds, and they almost lost their tongues. They couldn't say a word.
Thump!
After trembling for a few seconds, one of the black-clad warriors simply rolled his eyes back and fainted from fright. The other one fared slightly better, but he still trembled all over as if shaking off lice, and his mind went completely blank as if he had seen a ghost. He even envied his unconscious companion; how wonderful it would be if he suddenly knew nothing, at least he wouldn't have to face this Demon God with a clear mind.
"Brother, can I ask you for directions? Which tent is your leader staying in?" Sun Fei, afraid of scaring the old man to death, put on what he thought was a bright and kind smile, patted the soldier's shoulder, and asked in the most benevolent voice.
The soldier trembled uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word. He could only manage to point with his finger at a large black tent more than fifty meters away, before finally spitting out his saliva and passing out with a thud.
Pooh!
Sun Fei looked at the tent in the distance, spat hard, and amidst the enemies everywhere, he strode over without any hesitation. Having dealt with the Four-Star Class mage, no one here was his match.
Several dozen seconds later, someone in the Barracks finally spotted Sun Fei, who was running amok.
But no one shouted out.
Clang! Clang!
Throughout the entire camp, almost every soldier who saw Sun Fei reacted as if they had seen the most terrifying monster. Their faces turned deathly pale, their bodies turned cold and trembled, and they could not even hold their weapons, which fell to the ground. As if they had been frozen in place, they trembled on the spot, collectively performing a "fly-shaking dance" as they watched Sun Fei walk towards the main tent in the center of the Barracks.
The atmosphere became eerily quiet for a moment.
Chambord City.
"God..."
"This is impossible..."
"Your Majesty Alexander..."
The instant they saw the armor-piercing arrows covering the broken bridge in the distance, many people burst into tears, as if all their energy had been drained from their bodies. Lampard, without a word, leaped off the city wall, while Angela, pale-faced, collapsed into the arms of the blonde little Loli Jima, and fainted...
The Scorching Sun in the sky lost its luster in an instant.
Everyone felt a sudden darkness engulf them. It was as if something had collapsed in that instant; the soldiers of the King's Guard and the civilians no longer had the strength to stand, their weapons falling to the ground. They rushed down the city walls like madmen, running towards the city gates. Everyone wanted to reach the broken bridge, even if it meant death, to get the King back. No one could believe that King Alexander, favored by the God of War, was dead. He must still be alive, he must be!
Among the crowd, only a few people stood quietly in place, their expressions varied and their eyes flickering.
Bazel, the messenger below the city gate tower, could hardly contain his excitement. It was wonderful! That guy was finally dead! To be honest, Alexander's strength during the previous battle had shocked and posed an unprecedented threat to him. He hadn't expected that the seemingly eccentric young King possessed such power. Had Alexander's foolish demeanor all along been a facade? Just thinking about it sent chills down Bazel's spine. The more he watched the battle on the bridge, the more terrified he became... Now, with the enemy's help, Alexander was finally dead. And with the stone bridge broken, the Black Armor Army could no longer threaten Chambord City. It was killing two birds with one stone; his next plan could now be perfectly executed.
Beside Bazel, the fat pig Gejir grinned.
Alexander, you idiot, you're finally dead! Ha! An idiot is an idiot. What good is it to be normal again? You'd still be charging around like a stupid pig, risking your life for those lowly commoners, and in the end, you'd still be riddled with arrows.
Gejir turned his head and glanced at Angela, who had fainted in Jima's arms. He licked his lips, a lewd and malicious look surging in his eyes. If Brook hadn't been protecting Angela so closely, Gejir might have already been eager to do something...
Inside the massive black tent.
The Silver-Masked Man sat slumped on the central stone chair, looking at the remaining nine black knights. He said in a low voice, "Prepare for retreat. Kill all the seriously wounded soldiers who cannot follow to silence them. We cannot let the Zenit Empire discover our origins. Clean up the battlefield thoroughly, leaving absolutely no trace... I swear, one day, I, Mateja Kezman, will lead the iron hooves of Eindhoven to raze this small town to the ground!"
By the end, the Silver-Masked Man was practically gritting his teeth.
But then, something unexpected happened—
A sharp burst of energy swept in from afar, cleaving the entire black tent in two with a whoosh. The tent collapsed to both sides, and bright light slanted down from above, revealing everything inside.
You probably won't have a chance to go back.
A cold voice came from afar. The Silver-Masked Man's pupils contracted. He was horrified to find that the figure that made him tremble, the figure that was supposed to be dead, was slowly walking towards him step by step. A Bloody killing intent rushed towards him, making it difficult for him to breathe for a moment.
"You..." The Silver-Masked Man's face was filled with disbelief. "You're still alive?"
"Of course I'm not dead, hehe, so you're the one who should die!"
Sun Fei approached step by step, his eyes sharp as knives. This was the first time he had seen the Silver-Masked Man, but from his luxurious attire and the way the black knights carefully protected him, he could guess that this man with the silver mask was the leader of the Black Armor Army —the culprit who had attacked and killed hundreds of people in Chambord City. Therefore, Sun Fei would never let such a blood-stained man go.
Sun Fei sensed a tremendous energy fluctuation emanating from the Silver-Masked Man, roughly at the Two-Star Class. Such strength posed no threat to Sun Fei; he was confident he could kill the Silver-Masked Man in a single move.
None of the surrounding soldiers dared to approach; the Silver-Masked Man and his eight black knights appeared utterly outnumbered and isolated.
"Go! Kill him!"
The Silver-Masked Man gritted his teeth and waved his hand. Without the slightest hesitation, the eight black knights roared and charged towards Sun Fei. Although they knew that going up would only lead to their deaths, the Silver-Masked Man's long-standing prestige made them dare not hesitate at all.
"Die--!"
Sun Fei's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly accelerated.
His body left afterimages in the air. Just as he was about to approach the Black Knight, a thought flashed, and the Barbarian magic equipment [ Storm Piercer Dagger ] and [ Soul Emblem Buckler ] appeared in his hands. Then, he did a super spin of 180 degrees, and the golden short sword in his hand turned into a golden light.
Hiss!
With eight soft sounds, the eight black knights froze on the spot. Sun Fei's feet did not stop for a moment. His figure transformed into a crazy Whirlwind, shooting wildly towards the Silver-Masked Man. His eyes were as cold as knives, and his anger burned fiercely in his heart.
"Haha, well done! Let me kill you with my own hands!"
The Silver-Masked Man mustered his courage, his body radiating blue magical energy that coalesced into a basketball-sized ice ball covered in sharp points. With a fierce shout, he launched the ice ball towards Sun Fei's figure. At the same time, visible ice shards spun and whistled around him, completely protecting the Silver-Masked Man's body.
In the blink of an eye, they were adept at both offense and defense.
The Silver-Masked Man turned out to be a Two-Star Class Ice Heart Mage, and he seemed to have a wealth of combat experience, making the right choice in the blink of an eye.
Snap!
The puck did indeed hit that damned figure.
A look of wild joy appeared on the Silver-Masked Man's face. As long as the ice ball froze the opponent's frenzied figure and slightly hindered him, he would have countless magical weapons to continuously unleash and easily kill this opponent who made him grit his teeth.
but--
The Whirlwind that rushed towards them didn't stop for a moment; it was incredibly fast, and in an instant it reached the Silver-Masked Man. The golden short sword, like the Summon of death, stabbed towards him.
"Aaaaaaahh...
In the critical moment, the Silver-Masked Man roared frantically.
He frantically channeled his magic, countless ice shards swirling and dancing to form a crystalline shield, attempting to block the deadly golden dagger. However, to the Silver-Masked Man's utter horror, the golden dagger paused only briefly before, with a deadly edge, piercing through the ice shield like lightning.
Sizzle!
The golden light was cold and merciless, piercing the Silver-Masked Man's throat with One Sword.
The next moment, the last glimmer of life vanished from the eyes beneath the Silver-Masked Man. Even in death, he couldn't believe that he, who was destined to write his own legend on the Ailas Continent and inherit the empire's dominance, was actually... was dying here?
"Pah... Wearing a mask? Trying to show off to me."
Sun Fei grabbed the hilt of the golden short sword, spat disdainfully, ignored the ice shards stuck in his body, kicked the Silver-Masked Man's corpse away, drew the short sword, and glanced contemptuously at the black-clad warriors who were all standing there dumbfounded. At the same time, the eight black knights who had been standing there fell to the ground—their lives had already been taken by the golden short sword in Sun Fei's hand.
"Get the hell out of here!" Sun Fei roared.
More than a thousand black-clad soldiers, as if granted a pardon, screamed in terror and turned to flee in a frenzy, wishing they had two more legs...
Just then, a series of loud bugle calls suddenly came from the distant plains, and a large, dark mass of cavalry, shaking the earth with a thunderous roar, galloped toward the Chambord City.
The first major climax has finally come to an end.
The Daozi, after its desperate burst of energy, was exhausted; its facial muscles atrophied, leaving it like a face paralysis, and it ached unbearably.
Regardless of the quality of the writing, at least the Daozi's attitude was conveyed.
Next, after the siege ends, another, even more exciting story will unfold.
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