Chapter 393: Rescue

Scales and flesh tore open.

But dragonbone isn't something simple—it was struck on the skull, where bone is thicker and more abundant, so the wound wasn't too deep.

The guy fleeing so quickly caught Luo De off guard.

He raised his right hand.

Crack!

The Slime Sword, enhanced by 【Lament Shakes Heaven】, shattered into countless fragments.

"A pruning shear would've cut deeper."

He remembered the pruning shear had the 【Defense Break】 effect—it should've worked better against dragon scales.

He looked around.

Amid the acidic mist, the remaining dark elves had been corroded down to nothing but bone dust.

Weapons, armor, arrows—all were damaged.

I thought I could bring back a batch for Shi Ying Town.

"Huh?"

Luo De saw a long black-gold warhammer trembling nearby, slowly rising into the air.

It rotated midair, pointing north toward Coral Bay.

It pulled back slightly, then shot straight upward with full force.

Missed.

A giant hand gripped its haft tightly, not letting it budge an inch.

【'King of Polearms' activated successfully!】

【'Black-Gold Warhammer' seized!】

【Effect: Heavy Impact, Ownership Binding, Piercing Strike, Strength Boost】

Not bad.

This was the first time Luo De had seen a weapon that directly enhanced the user's strength.

But he didn't want to use a giant hammer.

Too ugly.

Luo De scanned the area, shouldering the hammer, and picked up a few broken black dragon scales.

To his surprise, 【Dragon Scale Technique】 reacted, indicating it could absorb them.

【Target: Eighth-Rank Black Dragon Scale Fragment】

【'Dragon Scale Technique' absorption complete】

【Gained: Enhanced Acid Resistance, Slight Defense Boost】

After all, it was just a fragment.

The defense boost was minimal, but the acid resistance was decent.

Still, this change was enough to make him sit up straight.

If he could fully slaughter a great dragon…

Luo De couldn't even imagine how much 【Dragon Scale Technique】 would improve.

After finishing the loot search, he didn't linger.

Shi Ying Town was still under attack—he had to go back and help.

【Tally: Master, are you there!?】

Tally suddenly sent a message.

【Luo De: Where are you?】

【Tally: I found the wounded Tooth Fairy—she's being hunted by dark elf assassins and is hiding in the mine. She looks like she's about to die.】

【Luo De: Save her! Why are you telling me?】

【Tally: Hero saves the beauty, Master! She's gravely wounded, despairing, reliving her life in flashes—don't you want to be the radiant light she thinks is heaven's call… only to see your face, glowing like spring sunshine?】

Luo De sucked in a sharp breath.

He had to admit, Tally's suggestion was very tempting.

But lives mattered—this wasn't the time for childish games.

【Luo De: Just save her. No nonsense.】

【Tally: Fine. What if I turn into your face to save her? Then I sneak a feel, lift her skirt… hehehe, I've always wanted to see what a Tooth Fairy of that build looks like down there.】

Luo De's face darkened. Do that with my face?

I'm a respectable man, for heaven's sake.

He flatly rejected Tally's proposal.

Luo De looked toward Shi Ying Town.

He chose to head first to the northeast gate—only Amy, a seventh-rank, was holding that front.

Compared to the relay station, where Zombina and Rat Girl No. 3—both seventh-ranks—were defending, this situation was far more urgent.

After all,

this Coral Bay assault was a light night raid—a surprise attack.

They split into elite squads, carrying no large forces, unlike direct frontal assaults that rely on sheer numbers.

As Luo De flew toward the northeast gate, he glanced at the relay station from afar.

Only then did he realize his own opponent was the smallest force.

Both those squads had three or more seventh-ranks, with infantry numbers nearing three hundred.

Though all seventh-ranks were early or mid-stage, and the infantry mostly second- or third-rank trash.

The witch Demia, Yuna, and the female orc Amy faced three seventh-rank dark elves: a warrior, a dual practitioner of spirit and magic, and a bowman.

Amy was uncontrollable—she just charged headfirst, eyes red, ignoring Demia's orders entirely—but she could still fight two on one.

Each fought their own battle, relying on individual skill.

Demia and Yuna were both sixth-rank; Demia, though blessed with a witch's constitution, clearly struggled, while Yuna had a collection of magic rings from Luo De—between them, they barely held their own against a seventh-rank. 【105】 The two exchanged a glance and immediately began performing the dark art that burned their flesh to enhance strength.

From the sky, spiritual arrows kept streaking across, each strike claiming a low-rank soldier.

Clearly, Bond the Pegasus was the main target.

Because of this, the constables held the upper hand against the dark elf infantry.

But this advantage would vanish if our seventh-ranks fell.

The constables could see the dire situation—they swung harder, desperate to clear the trash quickly.

Luo De stopped watching.

He turned midair and slammed into the ground with a Star Impact.

With a thunderous boom and rolling dust, everyone turned to him.

A jet-black blade of light exploded, slicing apart the nearest two or three dark elf infantry.

Another explosion.

His figure shot out from the dust, trailing a wake of debris, lunging violently toward the seventh-rank fighting Demia and Yuna.

She wielded a longsword in one hand and a staff in the other—a dual practitioner of spirit and magic.

She didn't even react—her body instinctively raised her sword to block.

Then she and her sword were split cleanly in half.

Blood sprayed.

Luo De's form appeared.

"Master!"

Yuna cried out excitedly.

She rushed to Luo De, clapping her hands, wanting to hug him but too shy to move, standing aside and grinning foolishly.

Demia exhaled in relief: "You're finally here."

Luo De patted Yuna's head and said to the witch: "I promised Sharon I'd keep you safe—you can't get hurt again."

The witch's face stiffened, then twisted into a bitter smile.

"It's Luo De!"

"Master Luo De has arrived!"

"Black-skinned bastards! Our forest warden's here!"

"Asshole! What's with 'black-skinned'!? Yuna's right there!"

"Uh—except Yuna! Brothers, chop them down!!"

"Charge!!"

The constables erupted in cheers upon seeing Luo De.

Morale surged like a tidal wave, crashing over the dark elves before them.

Meanwhile, the two seventh-ranks fighting Amy frowned.

In truth, they'd held the upper hand against the orc all along.

The green-skinned muscle-woman was already drenched in blood, battered and desperate—another few minutes and she'd be dead.

Then they'd finish off the spider-monster and the witch—northeast gate would fall.

But now, the forest warden Luo De—who could kill seventh-ranks in one strike—had arrived.

Retreat?

Retreat is out of the question. Since we can revive anyway, killing even one seventh-rank enemy right now would be a huge gain.

With that, he said.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately began practicing the dark art that burned their flesh to enhance their strength.

"Amy, when are you done playing?"

Luo De's chilling voice cut across the battlefield, reaching the female beastwoman's ears, causing her shoulders to shrink as if a mouse had seen a cat.

(End of Chapter)