Chapter 115: Chapter 45: War (9)


    The Steel Torrent was fighting fiercely when a sudden shout came from behind.


    “Supreme Holy sh!”


    A dazzling light descended from the sky, the sound of metal shing echoed, and in the next moment, the right arm of the armor fell to the ground.


    The Steel Torrent was initially incredulous, and then felt immense heartache: “My Guardian Armor—”


    He turned the armor around, only to see a blonde, blue-eyed Pdin standing with his sword.


    It was none other than Andrei Boske.


    “You bastard,pensate me for myplete armor!”


    The Steel Torrent was furious at the guy who damaged his armor, rushed forward, and swung his left fist, with mes erupting from his arm.


    “Taste my Thunder Combat Fist!”


    However, the Pdin was surrounded by Swift Radiance and easily dodged the powered-up strike, then swung his sword again.


    “Supreme Holy sh!”


    Another dazzling light shed by.


    With a “ng,” the left arm of the Guardian Armor was also detached.


    “How is this possible…”


    The Steel Torrent muttered, on the verge of tears.


    This was equipment he had spent all his savings, even embezzled funds, to create, only to find it so vulnerable in front of this blonde Pdin.


    Andrei stared at the half-dragon in the cockpit, his gaze determined, and said each word clearly: “Evil Dragon Kin, your existence threatens the peace and order of the North, and eliminating you will be a part of my heroic deeds!”


    “Bang!”


    Battlefield Wheelchair Man shot, but Andrei easily dodged.


    Andrei pointed his long sword towards the Battlefield Wheelchair Man.


    [Guiding Light Arrow]


    A beam of light shot towards the half-dragon’s forehead, piercing a small hole, and Battlefield Wheelchair Man died.


    “Taste my Mount Tai Peak!”


    The Steel Torrent leaped, trying to crush the Pdin with his massive armor.


    But Andrei stepped aside, and magical aura sparkled on his sword de.


    [Magic-infused Weapon]


    With one thrust, he pierced through the sturdy cockpit shield, nailing the Steel Torrent to his beloved armor.


    Andrei withdrew his blood-stained sword, his fierce gaze sweeping over the other yers.


    “Holy crap, there’s a boss!”


    “He’sing over!”


    “The guild master and deputy guild master were both insta-killed!”


    “This Pdin is intense; he chopped down the mecha.”


    Natural War Maniac eximed at the Pdin ughtering yers in the distance: “This monster is quite strong.”


    [Based on your own strength, you can observe the following information]


    [Andrei Boske]


    Basic Ability: Glory Holy Knight


    Challenge Level: 6 (2100xp)


    Natural War Maniac grinned, his eyes filled with battle intent.


    He looked at Summer Night Autumn Rain beside him: “Autumn Rain, this is a rare elite monster, should we fight for it?”


    Summer Night Autumn Rain nodded slightly but whispered: “Of course, we should fight for it, but we need to capture him alive.”


    Natural War Maniac asked with confusion: “Why not kill him? Are you attracted to this elite monster?”


    Summer Night Autumn Rain held his forehead, helplessly pointing to the information on the panel: “Look at his surname, Boske, the most powerful family in the official setting of Anzeta, the Northern Lion.”


    “If we kidnap this guy, who knows how much gold coin we can ransom, isn’t that better than the meager experience points?”


    Natural War Maniac touched his bald head, awkwardly saying: “You’re right.”


    The battle continued.


    “Huff, huff, huff…”


    “Damn it…”


    Andrei knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his sword, sweat dripping from his forehead. His body already bore many wounds, some burnt, some frozen, and even some corroded by acid.


    The ways yers attacked were bizarre, and though he had Protection and Swift Radiance, he still couldn’t dodge them all.


    It was important to note that yers were not Honor Knights; if they had a chance to ambush, they would never give it up.


    These guys were unlike any enemies he had ever met.


    Even if Andrei killed theirpanions, they would still swarm forward fearlessly, shouting things like “I’m doing damage,” “Get a tank,” and “Heal, please,” which he couldn’t understand.


    Now Andrei’s stamina was almost exhausted, and his body was reaching its limit.


    And surrounding him were piles of yer corpses.


    There were at least a hundred of them!


    “Swoosh—”


    The sound of an arrow breaking through the air was heard.


    Andrei sharply perceived the arrowing from behind, rolled to the left to dodge it, and killed the despicable attacker with a Guiding Light Arrow.


    However, a Barbarian beside him threw a spear with great force, and he instinctively parried the iing spear with his sword.


    Just as he lifted his sword, another spell radiance attacked from behind.


    [Human Binding Spell]


    This time he couldn’t dodge in time, and he was frozen in ce, unable to move.


    Fengyun, the vice president of Royal Guild, eximed excitedly: “He’s frozen, everyone don’t act rashly, wait for our president toe and finish him off!”


    “I’ming!”


    Tyrant rushed forward with his great sword, full of fury.


    But thick mist mysteriously spread across the battlefield, engulfing the immobilized Andrei—that was Cloud Mist Technique.


    Tyrant stumbled through the mist, angrily shouting: “Who cast Cloud Mist Technique?”


    For a moment, members of the Royal Guild, scattered individuals, and members of other guilds all rushed into the mist, trying to fish in troubled waters.


    “Hey, you hit the wrong person, I’m a yer!”


    “Is the boss still here?”


    “Someone cast a Wind Making Spell!”


    In this chaotic situation, a dark figure darted through the mist.


    Fengyun raised his magic wand, casting a spell.


    [Wind Making Spell]


    A gust of wind arose, blowing the mist away.@@novelbin@@


    But where the Pdin supposed to be immobilized stood, there was nothing.


    Seeing the duck fly away, Tyrant was furious, shouting: “We must drag out this sneaky bastard!”


    Behind a hill, Natural War Maniac, empowered by eleration Spell, knocked the blonde youth to the ground and tied his hands and feet tightly with rope.


    He touched his bald head, smiling satisfactorily.


    “Haha, fooled this guy again.”


    Summer Night Autumn Rain couldn’t help but remind: “Don’t get too cocky, the Human Binding Spell is about to wear off.”


    Sure enough, Andrei struggled to get up.


    “Where is this—”


    “Bang!”


    Natural War Maniac struck Andrei’s head with a stick, making him fall t.


    He pped his hands, satisfied at the sight of the tightly bound youth: “Mission aplished, now this feels secure.”


    Seemingly still uneasy, he hit Andrei’s head a few more times for good measure.


    Summer Night Autumn Rain couldn’t help but say: “Be careful not to kill him outright.”


    Natural War Maniac said confidently: “I’ve got plenty of experience knocking people out, besides, this is a mini-boss with the divine physique trait of a Pdin, he won’t die that easily.”


    “Haha, we’re going to be rich.”


    He looked at the unconscious blonde youth with his swollen head, seeing a pile of gleaming gold coins.


    The third son of the Boske Family, the Glory Holy Knight who was full of hope, was thus humiliatingly kidnapped by yers on the battlefield.