Chapter 390: Rush

Luo De smiled and spoke the next words through the 【Far Speech Chain】.

【Luo De: Tobeka isn't that important—if something goes wrong, abandon her. Your safety matters most to me.】

Kali Site stiffened slightly, her eyes flickering with barely perceptible panic, but she quickly scowled and shot him a cold glance.

"Got it. Get lost."

Tobeka gripped Luo De's pant leg in terror: "Don't leave! This elf wants to kill me and my child."

Luo De coldly pulled his leg free: "She's saving you. Someone will tell you the full story later. Just stay still for now."

He no longer paid her any attention.

He put some distance between himself and them, then leapt with a ground-shattering jump, activated 【Flight Spell】 midair, and fired two explosive 【Repulsion Spells】 as thrust, sharply veering southward at high speed.

What needs to be hidden is the 【Victory Pod】 and the overall strength within the forest.

Luo De had no intention of concealing his ascent to seventh tier, though he still wouldn't use his full array of hidden skills.

Constant yielding and retreat only invite further aggression.

He needed to make Coral Bay know that, though Shiying Town wasn't yet powerful, it was absolutely not an easy target to bully.

If you dare attack, don't expect to walk away unscathed.

Boom!

A white misty vacuum erupted violently amid the yellow sand curtain of the night sky.

A straight line, like a ripple slicing through water, plunged sharply downward.

The dense, tangible spiritual energy carried with it crashed down like a massive siege ram!

The violent tremors and thunderous roar of a meteor impact rang out across the open twilight hills.

Luo De wore a white shirt and dress pants, a golden cross-sword in his right hand, as if he'd just arrived from a banquet.

Ding—

The magic ring on his hand, 【Counterlight Veil】, turned to dust.

The orb rose into the air and scattered pale blue magical powder.

As the magical powder fell, the forms of the hidden dark elves emerged.

Most of them looked stunned.

But they were battle-hardened veterans—they reacted instantly, drawing staves and weapons.

The dark elves' invasion consisted of three squads.

One: the infiltration team sent to assassinate Dimia and Rosalia within the town.

Two: the squad tasked with creating blood bombs to threaten and control the leadership, inciting chaos.

Three: the main combat squad before Luo De, composed of dark elf warriors, archers, and battle mages.

After completing the assassinations, the main combat squad would launch a simultaneous assault from multiple directions, using the night and chaos to swiftly seize key positions—gates, towers, and main streets.

"Come on. I'll take ten of you."

Luo De raised his golden sword and sneered.

Though there were far more than ten here.

A volley of arrows came first.

The arrowheads carried crimson spiritual energy, thick with the stench of sulfur, each possessing enough force to pierce armor.

The dark elves he faced belonged to one of the squads within the main combat unit—about a hundred strong, ranging from third to sixth tier, mostly third and fourth tier, with only two seventh tier: one mage, one melee warrior.

Luo De saw the seventh tier mage swiftly casting, bestowing various buffs upon the allied dark elves.

【Group Bear's Endurance】

【Group Bull's Might】

【Group Cat's Grace】

【Group Energy Resistance】

【Group Fire Shield】

"Pathetic arrows."

Spiritual energy surged within Luo De.

The golden cross-sword slashed violently from left to right; as it swung, spiritual energy rapidly gathered into a giant spiritual blade five to four meters long, sweeping through the air like a giant palm strike and scattering the arrow volley into chaos.

Then came the dark elf warriors, clad in black armor, surging forward like a black tide.

Luo De's eyes blazed with cold light; 【Precise Prediction】 operated at maximum capacity, letting him perceive every enemy's movement.

He thrust his left hand forward—a pure black slime cross-sword sprang out, seized in his grip.

Pfft—

Immediately followed by rapid sword swings, accompanied by countless low, tearing wind sounds.

Luo De didn't even use a spiritual technique.

The twin swords in his hands moved like living things, slashing wild arcs of gold and black; wherever they passed, dark elf armor split open, blood spraying everywhere.

What did spell buffs matter? What did armor matter?

【Dragon Power】, 【Wave Strength】, 【Sharp Spiritual Energy】, 【Fungal Warrior Constitution】 amplified every swing.

Blood blossomed wherever he went.

He was an unstoppable flood—no one could stand before him.

The dark elf mages tried to halt him with spells, but wave after wave of energy attacks had no effect—barely slowing him for a moment.

The once-orderly dark elf formation briefly collapsed into chaos.

"Die!"

A roar erupted.

Luo De turned toward the sound and saw a massive black-gold conical warhammer hurtling down, the wind shrieking as it came.

Its power was immense, its spiritual energy thick and potent—seventh tier high-tier, nothing like the weaklings he'd just cut down.

It was the seventh tier dark elf warrior.

The dark elf's body had swelled to three meters tall, muscles bulging grotesquely, defined in exaggerated blocks, arms thicker than his waist.

He should've been armored, but his body had expanded violently from a dark ritual, bursting his armor and exposing vast stretches of unshielded muscle.

Luo De didn't retreat an inch; he coldly swung his 【Sacrificial Blade】 to meet it head-on.

Clang!!

【Trigger Sharpness Check】

【'Sacrificial Blade' Sharpness: 69】

【'Black-Gold Warhammer' Sharpness: 21, Thickness: 82】

【Result: Failure!】

Thickness?

That's new.

The golden cross-sword's blade snapped cleanly; half the hilt flew into the air.

The dwarf-like dark elf grinned savagely.

The golden sword was one of Shiying Town's forest warden Luo De's trademarks; rumors said it was an extraordinary weapon, responsible for slaying countless strong foes.

Now his famed blade was broken—what threat could a swordsman still pose?

He raised the warhammer again, determined to earn the title "Slayer of Forest Warden Luo De."

But the forest warden showed no fear or panic.

Instead, the man twisted his upper body violently, spinning nearly a full circle like a whirlwind, then raised his left leg high.

He delivered a perfectly executed, devastating spinning back kick.

His heel struck the falling fragment of the broken blade at just the right distance and moment, driving it straight into the dark elf's thick, short neck.

Psshh—

Blood squeezed out.

The dark elf, warhammer still raised, froze stiff.

(End of Chapter)