Chapter 46.1: Unconventional Battle

Chapter 46.1: Unconventional Battle

"No... No! Stop! Stop right there!" Jorges Andres shouted furiously. ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

He tried to move his body, wanting to dismount and break through the magic barrier to stop those mercenaries, but he couldn't. The effect of the magical trap hadn't ended yet, and neither he nor his horse could budge an inch from their original positions. Moreover, his voice couldn't be heard by anyone outside the barrier.

With weapons drawn, the mercenaries maintained their loose formation—the sort that could easily be dispersed by a few coordinated cavalrymen—as they passed by the edge of the magic barrier.

"These things sure can run. To think they could flee so deep into the wilderness."

"I'm so tired of this godforsaken place. Let's finish this business and go back for a drink or two..."

Andres's eyes went red, and he trembled slightly.

Andres had only received a narrow-minded education focused on etiquette, respect, and chivalry meant for the "upper class" since he was a child, and he had never thought to pay attention to those undignified lower-class people. But at the very least, Andres wasn't the kind of person who would ignore the "cries he could hear."

He had seen the commoners in the weaving district twice before, and he even remembered the faces of a few individuals. It was impossible for Andres to remain indifferent while witnessing the brutal slaughter of those people at such close quarters. No one with even a shred of humanity could achieve such indifference.

"Black mage!"

Yang Qiu, leisurely flipping through a book, slightly raised his head to meet the furious knight's gaze.

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"Why are you getting mad at me, young man?" Yang Qiu said with a slight smile. "Who among us can claim to have never stood by and watched tragedy unfold before our eyes before?"

"Nonsense!"

"Utter rubbish!"

Outraged soldiers of the Holy Legion, equally shocked and furious at the events unfolding outside the barrier, began to curse.

"Alright, let me rephrase it then." Yang Qiu, still sitting comfortably in his chair, showed no intention of standing up. "More than a hundred years ago, during my travels across the various countries of the Navalon Continent, I would stay for a while and conduct a small social investigation whenever I passed through towns of a certain size."

What followed after was a strange rattling along with chaotic, rambunctious cries as a large group of armored skeletons emerged from behind the hills, chasing after the mercenaries like a pack of famished wolves.

"WOWAKAKAKAAAA—!"

"KEKUEKEKUE!"

"KULULGUULU!"

Andres: "??"

Lowell: "??"

All the soldiers still stuck in place: "???"

"AH! YAWAKAKAKA!"

Some skeletons spotted the two opposing sides within the barrier and pointed at them in astonishment while making strange noises. But even so, these skeletons did not stop their pursuit as they chased after the mercenaries relentlessly.

Well, the soldiers of the Holy Legion couldn't understand, but Yang Qiu certainly could. This unbridled Fourth Crisis was pointing at him and shouting things like, "Holy sh*t, Old Yang is here," "Damn, this show-off is reading a book on the battlefield," "Is Old Yang meeting an old buddy?" "That black-clothed pretty boy NPC is so handsome," and so on.

The black-robed ascetic could no longer maintain his composure and stood up in astonishment.

A fleeing mercenary happened to fall not far from Lowell. In just a matter of seconds, several skeletons quickly swarmed in and pinned down the unlucky fellow.

Lowell's eyelid started twitching.

...and the bloody and gory scene he expected didn't unfold. Instead, the skeletons that had subdued the unfortunate mercenary stripped him of his equipment with great efficiency and cooperation.

First, they removed the half-helmet with a visor. Then, they took off the wrist guards secured with straps, followed by the belt with a dagger, and even the high-top rubber-soled boots... All of it was swiftly confiscated by the skeletons.

Lowell: "...(° △°)"

And it didn't end there. The stripped mercenary, left with only underclothes, was then bizarrely tied up with plastic strips by the skeletons and dragged away...

The skeletons that had acquired the equipment and captured the mercenary let out even more excited and nonsensical shouts like "WAKAKAAAA!" Then, they spread their legs and took off once more, creating an intense rattling as they enthusiastically chased after the next target.