Chapter 393: Rescue

The scales and flesh split open.

But dragon bone wasn't such a simple thing either, so he still struck at the skull where the bone was thicker and denser, which kept the wound from being too deep.

That guy fleeing so quickly was beyond Rod's expectations.

He raised his right hand.

Crack!

The Slime Sword, enhanced through the transformation of 【Sorrowful Wail Shaking Heaven】, shattered into countless fragments.

"With pruning shears, I should be able to cut deeper."

He recalled that the pruning shears carried the special effect 【Defense Break】, which should work better against dragon scales.

He looked around.

Within the drifting acid fog, the remaining dark elves had already been corroded until not even their bones remained.

Weapons, armor, arrows, and the like were all damaged.

He'd thought he could bring a batch back for Shi Ying Town to use.

"Huh?"

Rod saw the long-handled Black Gold Warhammer nearby trembling with a hum, slowly rising into midair.

It turned direction in midair, facing north toward Coral Bay.

It drew back slightly to gather force, then suddenly shot straight up into the sky.

It didn't make it.

A large hand grabbed its long handle tightly, not letting it fly even half an inch away.

【'King of Long-Handled Weapons' has activated successfully!】

【'Black Gold Warhammer' has been captured!】

【Effects: Mighty Blow Shock, Bond to Wielder, Blade Breaker, Strength Boost】

Not bad.

It was Rod's first time seeing a weapon that could directly boost its wielder's strength.

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

Not cool enough.

Rod slung the big hammer on his shoulder and searched around, picking up a few broken black dragon scales.

He hadn't expected 【Dragon Scale Art】 to react to them, showing they could be absorbed.

【Target: Eighth-Tier Black Dragon Remnant Scale】

【'Dragon Scale Art' absorption complete】

【Gained: Strong Acid Resistance increased, Defense performance slightly increased】

After all, they were just remnant scales.

The boost to defense wasn't much, but the strong acid resistance was decent.

Still, even this small change was enough to make his eyes light up.

If he could slaughter a complete dragon...

Rod didn't dare imagine how far Dragon Scale Art would be enhanced.

Once the loot search was done, he didn't linger here any longer.

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

【Tally: Master, Master, are you there!】

Tally suddenly sent a message.

【Rod: Where are you?】

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

【Rod: Then save her. Why are you telling me?】

【Tally: A hero saving a beauty! Master! She's gravely wounded and in despair, watching her life flash before her eyes. Don't you want to appear right when she thinks it's the light of heaven calling her, only to find it's Master's handsome face, warm like spring sunshine?】

Rod sucked in a cold breath.

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

But lives came first; this wasn't the time for little tricks like that.

【Rod: Just save her. Cut the nonsense.】

【Tally: Fine, then how about I turn into Master's face to save her? Then I can secretly grope her, flip up her skirt. Hehehe, I've long wanted to see what a Tooth Fairy of that body type looks like down there.】

Rod's face darkened. Using my face to do something like that?

I'm a respectable person, after all.

He flatly rejected Tally's suggestion.

Rod looked up toward Shi Ying Town's direction.

He chose to head to the northeastern city gate first to help; only Amy, a single Seventh-Tier, was handling the attack here.

Compared to the relay station side, which had the zombie Selina and Rat Woman No. 13, two Seventh-Tiers, the situation there should be more urgent.

When all was said and done.

This Coral Bay attack was a light-infantry night raid—a sneak attack.

So they split into elite squads and didn't bring large numbers of troops, a very different situation from a head-on clash of manpower.

As Rod flew toward the northeastern city gate, he glanced from afar at the relay station's situation.

Only then did he realize that the squad he'd faced had actually been the smallest one.

Those two squads each had three or more Seventh-Tiers, and the number of grunts had also reached around three hundred.

Although the seventh-tier were all early- or mid-stage, and the grunts were mostly second- or third-tier small fry.

The witch Witch Di Mi Ya, Watching Yuna, and the female beastman Amy faced three seventh-tier dark elves—among them a warrior, a dual cultivator of spiritual and magical arts, and an archer.

Amy was rather uncontrollable, basically the type who charged ahead with bloodshot eyes, never once listening to Witch Di Mi Ya's commands, yet she could still hold her own against two.

It was every man for himself, each fighting on their own.

Witch Di Mi Ya and Watching Yuna were, after all, only sixth-tier. The former, despite her witch constitution's casting bonus, was clearly struggling; the latter had the Da Dui Mo Fa rings Rod had given her, and the two barely managed to match one of the enemy's seventh-tier.

Meanwhile, from the sky, spiritual arrows kept streaking across the horizon, and every time one landed, a grunt was sure to be hit.

It seemed this side was under Little Little Bangde's special attention.

Because of that, the constables held the upper hand against the dark elf grunts.

Only, this advantage would vanish the moment our side lost to a seventh-tier.

The constables could see the predicament they were in, so they swung their blades even harder, wanting to finish off the small fry before them as quickly as possible.

Rod looked on no longer.

He shifted direction midair and dove straight into the ground with a Star Impact.

Amid the boom and rolling dust, everyone present was drawn to him.

Then they saw a streak of pitch-black sword-light explode outward, directly slicing the nearest two or three dark elf grunts to pieces.

Another explosion rang out.

A figure burst from the shroud of smoke, trailing a wake of dust, and shot forth with ferocious speed, veering sharply toward the seventh-tier fighting Witch Di Mi Ya and Watching Yuna.

It was a dual cultivator of spiritual and magical arts, sword in one hand, staff in the other.

She didn't even have time to react, only instinctively raising her sword to block.

Then both sword and wielder were split clean in two.

Blood gushed forth.

Rod's figure also came into view.

"Master!"

Watching Yuna cried out in excitement.

She came before Rod, rubbing her palms together eagerly, wanting to embrace him, but too bashful to act on it, so she could only stand to one side, giggling foolishly.

Witch Di Mi Ya beside her let out a breath of relief: "Took you long enough."

Rod patted Watching Yuna on the head and said to the witch: "I promised Sharon I'd keep a proper eye on you—I can't let you get hurt anymore."

The witch's face stiffened, and she forced a bitter smile.

"It's Rod!"

"Lord Rod is here!"

"You dark-skinned bastards! Our Forester is here!"

"Damn you! What dark skin are you talking about!? Young Lady Watching Yuna is right there!"

"Uh, except for Young Lady Watching Yuna! Brothers, chop them down!!"

"Charge!!"

The constables caught sight of Rod and all cheered.

At the same time, their morale soared, and like a wave they surged toward the dark elves before them.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the two seventh-tier locked in a bitter fight with Amy couldn't help but frown.

In truth, they had held the upper hand against the female beastman the whole time.

That green-skinned muscle-bound woman was already slashed bloody all over, in a wretched state; given a little more time, they would surely be able to kill her.

Then they'd go take out that disgusting spider-thing and the witch, and the northeastern city wall would be considered breached.

But now that the Forester Rod, who could one-shot a seventh-tier, had arrived—

Retreat?

Retreat was impossible; they could revive anyway, and if they could take down one of the enemy's seventh-tier here, it would be a huge gain.

So saying.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately began casting a dark art that burned their flesh to empower themselves.

"Amy, how long are you planning to play around?"

Rod's cold voice cut across the battlefield straight to the female beastman's ears, making her shrink her shoulders like a mouse that had spotted a cat.

(End of chapter)