Chapter 437: Withdrawal and Discovery

Rod slapped his shoulder hard, immediately kicking up a great cloud of dust.

His left hand rose, and the black-gold war hammer, which possessed the 【Acknowledge Master】 skill, snapped and twisted apart the wedged bricks with a crack, flying straight into his hand.

Rod slung the war hammer over his shoulder and, unhurried as ever, stepped forward again.

He looked at the two-and-a-half-meter-tall half-elf strongman, who was slowly half-kneeling on the ground, his face showing pain.

He spread his hands.

"I had a good fight. How about you?"

In this battle, Rod still hadn't used any trump cards beyond the standard.

Things like 【Dragon Breath】, 【Berserk】, 【Julia's Blood Burst】, 【Blessing of the Ancient Sky Tree】, 【Grudge Pain Flame】, 【Pruning Shears】, 【Despair Mycelium】, 【Annihilation Art】, and the like.

This kind of pure physical struggle let him feel the thrill of battle even more.

One could say his body and mind were both flowing smoothly.

At the same time, through the constant fighting, the accumulation of spirituality had also risen noticeably.

If nothing unexpected happened, Rod would soon be able to step into the mid-stage of the seventh tier.

With the boost of over a dozen spirit seeds, his speed of advancement was truly terrifying.

It's just that, though.

In this battle, he had purely relied on the power of 【Dragon Scale Art】 and the Guardian Domain, stubbornly grinding out the win with 【Extreme Cold Pearl】, the Plague Domain, and the Corrosion Domain.

Without those, and without using trump cards, he probably could've had his head punched clean off.

"Cough!"

Virgil spat out a great mouthful of blood—mixed with greenish sewage and chunks of internal organs—extremely frightening.

With a rip, he pulled out the black sword and tossed it aside.

He stood back up and looked at Rod, his gaze still stubborn and overbearing.

The aura around him surged higher once more, the spiritual pressure even greater than before.

The muscles all over his body swelled and bulged, squeezing shut all the wounds he'd previously taken, making him look like nothing had happened to him at all.

Rod was even a little surprised now.

Reduced to such a state and still able to forcibly recover—truly not something some watered-down spiritual warriors could match.

At this moment.

A dozen or so arrows shot in from the side, hissing through the air.

Rod didn't move his feet, his body swaying casually; the arrows all grazed past the hem of his clothes, not even touching him.

He looked over in passing.

And saw, outside the half-collapsed reception hall, several squads of armored guard soldiers arriving one after another, stepping onto the lawn and surrounding him among them.

With a slight sweep of his senses, he actually found three or four seventh-tier fighters.

That wasn't really important either.

The main thing was there were too many third- and fourth-tier people; if Rod swept his sword across, a batch would surely die.

He didn't want to make things hard for these men who earned wages to feed their families, and naturally didn't want to start a massacre.

In any case, he'd tested their strength about enough.

Rod looked at the half-elf Virgil, pointed at his own eyes, then pointed at him.

Meaning: I've been watching you.

Whether he could understand it or not, that was what Rod meant.

He notified Tally while retreating backward.

Retreating to the shadows by the half-hollowed-out wall he'd been beaten into.

Suddenly leaping back a step, his whole body was as if it had plunged into water, merging into the floor's shadow in an instant.

The militia reacted fast—almost the moment he left, someone immediately shouted:

"Mage, get over here!"

Several robed mages quickly identified it as a shadow spell, and promptly cast a few flare spells.

But unfortunately, beyond blinding eyes, they served no other purpose.

They exchanged glances and reached a conclusion: "He's already gone."

At this point, the private soldiers and the militia swarmed in.

Looking at the heart-stopping battle scars inside the house, they couldn't help but feel shaken.

But they quickly came back to their senses.

The former hurried to check on their leader, the half-elf Virgil; the latter quickly organized rescue efforts and went searching for the new lord, Burge Torres.

Virgil violently spat out another great mouthful of blood.

He merely coldly wiped the corner of his mouth, pointed toward the corner of the reception hall, and without a word to his subordinates, turned and left.

And the militia, at the collapsed spot in the corner, found the unconscious Burge Torres.

"Master, you got beaten up badly."

Tally laughed.

Steering the shadows around the surrounding soldiers, she was on her way out of Gubao.

Rod took a deep breath, then suddenly his breath hitched.

He also spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He laughed too: "Worthy of an eighth-tier, much fiercer."

Tally's smile froze; she hurried over in front of him, quickly pulling out a big handful of healing magic potions and shoving them to his mouth.

"I'm fine, just a bit of shock trauma, already healed."

This is true.

With the Plague Domain, the Verdant Grass Domain, and the 【Regeneration Ability】 shared by Watching Yuna, Rod's injuries healed extremely fast.

He spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood; there was no problem anymore.

But after Tally checked him briefly, she also felt relieved.

Then she immediately became mischievous.

She cast a transformation spell, turning into a mature, beautiful woman with a worried expression.

Her upper body wore a tight-fitting, pale blue turtleneck sweater plus an open-front small jacket; her chest was magnificent, directly pushing the small jacket open, while also highlighting an excessively slender waist.

Her lower body wore a pale-colored bodycon skirt; her long, straight legs were wrapped in black, flesh-reveving stockings, glowing with a warm Bai Guang, especially eye-catching.

"You brat, stubborn with your mouth, aren't you? Sigh—If only my husband had half your mouth's stubbornness!"

"What kind of character setting is this now?"

Tally didn't care.

At this moment, her pale blue long hair was lazily coiled behind her head, radiating a full "married woman" vibe, and she even looked somewhat like Miss Wen Na Miss Puwei.

She continued, complaining to herself: "My husband works at Axe Beach. Out there, we are a happy newlywed couple, but at home, in bed, every time it's done in a rush; he pays no heed to my feelings at all; I am simply not satisfied."

"Hehe, so what does the Lady mean?"

"Little Rod, I am very lonely, very desolate, very cold. Hug Auntie, just treat it as neighborly care, okay?"

Saying this.

Tally began to sob, looking strangely pitiful.

Rod laughed loudly and pulled her into his embrace.

To fit the married woman character setting, the succubus had specially made her body plump.

Pressed against his chest, it was soft and full of flesh.

But the places that should be slender maintained their dimensions, namely the waist.

Rod placed his palm on it, which was the width of his open hand; then, whether going up or down, it became breathtakingly plump.

Just as they were speaking.

The shadow where the two stood crossed the boundary of Gubao and smoothly arrived at the residential area of Axe Beach.

Tally, who was still rubbing against him in his arms, let out an "Eh!" and stopped moving.

She pointed to one side:

"Miss Wen Na Miss Puwei is over there."

"Oh?"

Rod activated 【Insight Demon Eye】 and looked over.

Indeed, he really saw Miss Puwei's eldest daughter disguised as a militia soldier.

Among the militia standing in formation with tense expressions, she was peeking around, very suspicious.

However, because the war horn had blown, most young militia were like her anyway.

Rod couldn't help but sneer coldly: "Little thing, not well-behaved, huh? You even dare to sneak out secretly. Tally, drag her back."

"You brat, Auntie watched you grow up, and you treat Auntie like this?"

"Hurry up."

Rod slapped her plump buttocks with a "Pa!"

Tally let out a delicate cry, glared at him reproachfully, and obediently moved the shadow over.

However, before she could get there.

A dry, thin old man with a gray-white beard suddenly looked at Miss Wen Na Miss Puwei and roared: "You are not a militia member! Who are you!?"

(End of this chapter)