Chapter 399: Conflic (1/2)

Chapter 399: Conflict [V5C106 – A Distance Within Reach]

Qianye only stopped the Eye of Truth when the daybreak origin power gradually dispersed. Several meters away, Porter’s shoulder had been blasted into oblivion—there was almost nothing but a layer of skin attaching his arm to his torso, and the wound was still flowing with incandescent refined silver.

Qianye pounced over instantaneously and stabbed at Porter’s heart.

The arachne viscount let out a pained roar and, with all his might, swung the intact left arm at Qianye’s shoulder. However, Qianye didn’t evade and forcefully endured this assault as he absorbed essence blood via the Scarlet Edge.

Porter’s movements quickly turned weak as his massive body collapsed with a boom, never to move again.

Only at this point did the dark race warriors recover their vision, but what awaited them was only Porter’s corpse.

The atmosphere suddenly became rather complicated. But Qianye’s injuries were obviously not light either, not to mention he had used his most powerful Refined Silver Bullet of Extreme Yang and the Nirvanic Rend.

Although these arachne had no idea what Qianye’s two powerful moves were, they could easily imagine that an attack capable of heavily injuring a first-rank viscount probably couldn’t be pulled off continuously.

If they swarmed over him right now and pay a certain price, they might perhaps be able to slaughter this human ambusher on the spot.

Qianye also understood this reasoning, but he showed not the slightest sign of being flustered. Instead, he calmly produced an entire box of Mithril Bullets of Exorcism and pressed two of them into the Twin Flowers. Everyone could clearly see that there were eight bullets left in the box.

The arachne were momentarily hesitant. The Mithril Bullet of Exorcism was something they were very familiar with. Most of them had even suffered its effects before and knew that it was indeed unpleasant. The arachne possessed naturally large bodies, and a single bullet might not be lethal to them. However, it was common to be left with an unhealable injury or even become handicapped after getting struck by it.

With the ruthlessness Qianye had displayed just now, the arachne soldiers knew that the first ones to charge would die without a doubt. Qianye, on the other hand, still had so many mithril bullets left. The soldiers reckoned half of them would have to die before they could take him down.

Qianye spun the Twin Flowers in his hand. He then glanced at the hesitant arachne soldiers and sneered, “Who wants to try first? Let’s see if your waists can take a shot!”

The arachne were shocked. Before complete human transformation, the waist between the arachne’s human upper body and arachnid abdomen was one of their weaknesses. A blast there from a Mithril Bullet of Exorcism would leave a perpetual injury, resulting in a precipitous decrease in their combat strength and agility.

In the Dark Nation where rankings were strict and strength was honored above all, a fall in strength meant a certain fall in status. Moreover, the slide in status was usually much faster—such a conclusion, to most arachne warriors, was even more difficult to accept than dying in battle.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense. Humans are the craftiest species!” an arachne knight cried loudly.

“Bang!” Qianye pulled the trigger without the slightest bit of hesitation. The arachne knight let out a cry of extremely agony as blood burst forth from the bowl-sized injury at his waist, accompanied by a stream of green fumes.

Qianye gravely injuring this knight intimidated the other arachne. Afterward, he produced yet another box of mithril bullets and said indifferently, “I’ve ample supply of these things. I guarantee everyone will get his share.”

The arachne warriors finally began to show some cowardice. The strongest baron among them whispered, “He must be from a major human clan. Let’s retreat!”

Although the arachne took delight in slaughter, they weren’t stupid. The arachne of Evernight Continent were considered rural villagers in the Dark Nation. They were no match for the empire’s aristocratic scions both in terms of combat strength and armaments. Now that Porter had died, the most important thing at present was to return and decide how to split the benefits. Those heavily wounded right now would be eliminated when it was time to cut up the fatty meat.

Qianye finally heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the arachne soldiers retreat. He had never imagined that he would be able to escape the perilous situation so easily. He felt that his luck was pretty good since he was expecting to sustain more injuries before being able to break out of this encirclement.

Qianye retrieved Porter’s arachnid crystal and returned swiftly to Silverflow Fjord without seeking more battles.

Silverflow Fjord wasn’t affected by the bloody battle and was still fairly peaceful. Qianye recuperated some time and dealt with the injuries on his body before setting out. He drove the motorcycle over the vast wilderness and hurried back to Blackflow City.

The interior of Blackflow was just as Qianye had left it. The atmosphere was somewhat tense, but things were still relatively peaceful. There were many adventurers, mercenaries, and soldiers in the city, and most were here for the high military contribution rewards, prepared to fight risking life and limb. Those fortunate enough might be left with a sizeable fortune after this battle and never again have to worry about food and lodgings for life.

A large batch of people had escaped the Iron Curtain when it first appeared. Now, however, there were more people arriving in Blackflow than those who had left. The bloody battle had just begun, so a supply base like Blackflow was a godsend.

The adventurers and mercenaries naturally weren’t easy to deal with, but few dared to stir up trouble in Blackflow City. Their eyes were extremely fierce—they had long since discovered that there were more soldiers inside Blackflow than in any other city. At this moment, the reinforcements from the nearby divisions had already arrived, bringing Dark Flame’s regular soldier count to one and a half times that of an ordinary independent division.