r18novel Chapter 81 Baron Kyle's Locke Town
Chapter 81 Baron Kyle's Locke Town
"How...is this possible?!"
Rorschach's mind went blank; he had never seen such terrifying defensive power!
Before he could recover from his shock, the giant hand covered in metal gauntlets had already seized his spear shaft with lightning speed.
"Get down here!"
Jiang Ming roared, unleashing his full 20 points of power without reservation!
Luo Xia felt an overwhelming force come from him, and he was forcibly pulled off the galloping horse and slammed to the ground like a tattered sack!
"puff!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.
He struggled to lift his head, only to see the silver-armored monster's cold, ruthless gaze looking down at him, and the black horse-slaying sword, stained with the blood and flesh of his companions, slowly being raised.
Fear, an unprecedented fear, instantly overwhelmed his reason and pride.
"Captain, let's go!"
As a quick-thinking native cavalryman rode by on horseback, he rescued Rorschach.
Luo Xia clutched his aching heart and, with all his might, let out a hoarse roar:
"Retreat! Retreat! Back to town!!"
The remaining dozen or so cavalrymen, already terrified, felt as if they had been granted a pardon upon hearing the order. They frantically whipped their warhorses, trying to escape this hellish battlefield.
"Come and go as you please?"
Jiang Ming pulled on the reins, and the gray warhorse beneath him let out a mournful neigh, but driven by his violence, it still galloped off on all fours.
"drive!"
Jiang Ming, holding the blood-dripping sword in one hand, was like a silver lightning bolt, relentlessly biting the tail of the cavalry.
puff!
A flash of sword light.
The last cavalryman who fell behind was beheaded by Jiang Ming with a single sword strike, taking advantage of the horse's speed.
The head flew high into the air, and the headless corpse remained frozen on the horse for a moment before sliding off.
Jiang Ming did not slow down and continued the pursuit.
Two more cavalrymen were overtaken by him, either cut in half at the waist or struck directly on the forehead.
Jiang Ming chased after them for more than ten kilometers, leaving behind several bloody corpses on the grass.
Until a majestic gray stone city wall appeared ahead.
The medieval town of Locke is now within reach.
Jiang Ming suddenly pulled on the reins.
The warhorse reared up and stopped a short distance from the town.
On the city wall, countless archers had already drawn their bows and nocked their arrows. The cold arrowheads gleamed in the dark red sunlight, all locked onto the silver-armored knight who had single-handedly pierced through the cavalry.
Several old-fashioned catapults were moving slowly, making a chilling creaking sound.
Luo Xia led his remaining seven or eight soldiers toward the city gate, turning back to look at the silver figure standing in the distance, his eyes filled with the terror of surviving a disaster and resentment.
Jiang Ming coldly stared at the defensive fortifications on the city wall through the gaps in his mask.
The data panel was flashing wildly in front of him.
【Loch Town Guardian (Lv.9)】
[Citadel for City Defense (Danger Level: Medium)]
One more step forward, and you'll be caught in a hail of arrows.
"You guys got there fast."
Jiang Ming flicked the blood off his sword and, without any hesitation, turned his horse around.
He didn't even glance at the elite captain, Luo Xia.
In his eyes, it was nothing more than a temporary storage for experience packs and equipment.
"drive!"
The silver-armored knight sped away, leaving behind only an extremely arrogant silhouette.
……
Locke Town, beneath the gray stone walls.
The sound of horses' hooves was chaotic and broken, like drumbeats striking a broken drum.
Rorschach lay on the horse's back, and with each jolt of the warhorse, the excruciating pain in his chest made every breath feel like swallowing burning coals.
That silver-armored monster's power was beyond reason.
That fall broke at least two of his ribs.
"Open the door! Open the door now!"
His companion beside him roared at the guards on the city wall, his voice filled with undisguised panic.
The heavy winch sounded, and the suspension bridge crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Luo Xia, with only seven or eight remaining soldiers, rushed into the city gate in a disheveled state.
Inside the city gate was a main road paved with gravel and mud.
The air was filled with a sour, foul odor, a mixture of animal manure, rotten vegetables, and low-quality grease.
This is Locketown.
A remote border town that has stood on this desolate plain for decades.
The common people lining the streets were dressed in rags and looked emaciated.
They stared blankly at this usually arrogant scout cavalry unit.
In the past, these cavalrymen were clad in bright armor and rode magnificent warhorses.
Today, they are like stray dogs, torn apart by a pack of wild beasts.
Some people lost their feathered hats, some broke their arms, their wounds were hastily bandaged, and blood seeped out and dripped into the mud.
The worst off was their captain, Rorschach.
That proud fellow now resembled a defeated rooster, completely unlike the person he had been when he went out.
"What are you looking at! You lowly pig! Get out of my way!"
To hide his fear and shame, a cavalryman lashed his whip at an old man who couldn't dodge in time.
Snapped!
The old man screamed and fell into the sewage ditch.
The cavalry did not stop, but rode through the filthy outer area and headed straight for the mansion located on the high ground in the center of the town.
That is the absolute heart of Locke Town.
It is also the only luxurious place in this land—the mansion of Baron Kyle.
After passing through a heavily guarded outer gate, the environment changed drastically.
Neat stone paths, a neatly manicured garden, and even a fountain that sprays clear water.
Rorschach reined in his horse and nearly fell to his knees as he dismounted.
Two servants rushed forward to help him up.
"I want to see the Baron."
Luo Xia pushed away the servants, gritted his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to make himself look less disheveled.
But his trembling legs betrayed him.
That silver figure, that monster who could pull him off his horse with one hand, had become his inescapable nightmare.
The main hall of the mansion was brightly lit by candlelight.
The long dining table was laden with roasted game, white bread, and wine from cities further afield.
A stout middle-aged man was sitting in the main seat.
He wore a heavy gold chain around his neck and his fingers were adorned with rings inlaid with various gemstones.
Baron Kyle.
The ruler of this land, a greedy, cruel, and extremely fearful ruler.
He was holding a juicy roasted lamb leg, tearing into it until his mouth was glistening with oil.
Hearing footsteps, Baron Kyle looked up.
Those small eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, gleamed with a shrewd and ruthless light.
"Rorschach?"
Baron Kyle put down the meat bone in his hand and casually wiped his hands on the expensive wool tablecloth.
"I sent you to investigate those two suddenly appearing 'miracles,' and this is how you came back?"
His voice was high-pitched, with an unsettlingly slippery quality.
Rorschach knelt on one knee, head bowed, not daring to look the lord in the eye.
"My lord...we have encountered a demon."