Chapter 524: Soldiers in the House, Engaging in Combat, 'Holding' the Priest Hostage

Bata'er Jiaoshi, accompanied by Weier, arrived at the enemy Jiedian on the north side of the Cunzi at the first opportunity. As soon as he arrived, he heard the curses of female Villagers coming from the third floor of the house.

"Ganglige! You unlucky wooden stake! Wait a moment, the Agricultural God Warrior from just now and Bata'er Jiaoshi will bring people here, and then you'll be dead! Why don't you take this chance and get out!"

"You shameless, lowly maggot! You only know how to bully us. If you have the guts, go out and trade blows with others, instead of just running here to humiliate us!"

"You can't get in, Ganglige, hmph, that powerful Agricultural God Warrior from just now has completely blocked the stairs leading to the third floor! He was guarding against a despicable, petty person like you! You shameless, filthy piece of trash! Get lost now, and we can pretend we never saw you and not tell the Warriors in the Cunzi; you should hurry up and sneak away."

A rough-voiced man's voice roared from inside the house: "You bunch of women, you were begging me with '%%￥' before, what's this? Now that you have a new backer, you've forgotten me? I can't forget the fun times I had with you! Koniya, you '￥￥'! Come out and go with me yourself, or I'll burn this house down! I'll let you all die here today!"

"Haha, or should I say, after the fire starts in a moment, will you jump down from the third floor of the house one by one? Or will you jump now?"

Hearing this while entering the courtyard, the arriving Bata'er Jiaoshi's expression changed immediately. He said to Weier: "As expected, there are still scattered enemies! He wants to set a fire! Quick, we must go and stop that person!"

Weier nodded, not particularly nervous, because a wooden house doesn't just catch fire the moment you want it to.

The two of them walked quickly through the courtyard, ignoring the house dogs barking at them, and charged straight for the main door of the house. A young girl by the window on the third floor saw the arriving Bata'er Jiaoshi. Although the Priest's figure had not changed, after the experiences of these past few days, his demeanor and personality had changed a lot; at first glance, the girl didn't even recognize the Village Priest she had originally been familiar with.

She then reacted, screaming excitedly: "It's Luosa! Luosa has come! Priest Luosa is here!!"

The other female Villagers who were confronting the Defeated Soldier at the stairwell heard this and rushed to the window, just in time to see Bata'er Jiaoshi walking into the house hall below. Now that they had confidence, they stopped sparring with the Defeated Soldier outside the door who was clamoring to set a fire and capture people, and their tone immediately became tough: "Ganglige! We can tell you for sure, you're dead!"

"That's right! I can't wait to see your dead face, woo woo, Liya was bullied to death by you. You strangled her while you were tormenting her. She was my good friend since we were little. I want to chop off your head and throw it into the stove to burn it!! I want to chop off your hands and feed them to the starving dogs!"

But the rude Soldier blocked on the stairs outside the door didn't believe the harsh words of the women inside at all, only continuing to clamor: "Lie! You keep lying! I'd like to hear what other stories you can make up to save yourselves, haha, clearly yesterday you were all whispering soft words to me, and today you dare to speak so loudly? I tell you, our people have already set out from the Church to wipe out those enemies who came. It won't be long before the enemies are crushed, and tonight you'll still have to serve me!"

But they had seen with their own eyes that Bata'er Jiaoshi had rushed into the house, so although hearing the words of the clamoring Soldier outside made them feel afraid, no one was afraid of him anymore.

Everyone knew this person was dead, and it wouldn't take long.

As soon as Bata'er Jiaoshi and Weier entered the house hall, they were forced to step back by the stench in the hall.

"What is this smell! These guys, they've made the proud house hall of the Aofisi family so smelly. If the old men of the Aofisi family were still alive, they would probably be angered to death seeing this scene."

After this grumble, Bata'er Jiaoshi pinched his nose and walked quickly toward the stairs, but was soon pulled back by Weier.

The Priest looked in the direction of Weier's outstretched finger and discovered that there was actually a living person tied to the round table in the middle of the hall. He was about to go up to rescue him, but upon closer inspection, he found that this was actually a Defeated Soldier. But it was strange: why would a Defeated Soldier be tied to the table like this? And looking at his vacant, ruined expression, as well as the feces all over his lower body, it looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

"This is a Defeated Soldier. Should I kill him?" Weier asked with some hesitation.

Although anxious about the safety of the Villagers upstairs, Bata'er Jiaoshi still asked the person: "Hey, what's going on with you? Was it the Warrior Jier who tied you here?"

But Weier interjected: "I don't think so. It's disgusting. The feces this person excreted have already dried. It doesn't look like something Warrior Jier just did."

"Then it must be the enemy's doing. You can just kill him while you're at it; I'll go up to deal with the enemy who wants to set the fire." As soon as the Priest finished speaking, Weier walked quickly toward the stairs, saying: "Let's switch, Priest. I'll go rescue the Villagers, and you can take care of this enemy."

As he spoke, Weier gestured at their weapons, the meaning self-evident. For Weier's weapon to kill the enemy, he would have to endure the disgust and get close to kill him, and if he wasn't careful, he might even get feces all over himself. But it was much easier for Bata'er Jiaoshi; one Divine Power Impact, and since this person wouldn't dodge, he would be sent flying directly and slapped to death against the wall.

Bata'er Jiaoshi had no choice; he told Weier to be quick and turned to walk toward the center of the hall.

He first raised the Amber Metal Long Staff in his right hand, wanting to use the staff to knock the enemy to death. But the closer he got, the stronger the stench on the other person became. He really couldn't stand it, so he gave up the plan. After taking a few steps back, he let go of his left hand, which had been pinching his nose, and tried hard not to smell the surrounding odor, striving to breathe through his mouth.

He used his left hand to take out the Wooden Agricultural God Statue from his belt and aimed it from a distance at the enemy tied to the round table.

Just at this moment, the enemy turned his head and saw Bata'er Jiaoshi's action. This enemy gave a final self-mocking laugh, and then Divine Power flashed, and a surging Divine Power Impact rushed straight at him.

Boom— Crack! The heavy round table, along with the Defeated Soldier on it, was blown away by the Divine Power Impact. The round table fell apart in mid-air, turning into a large amount of wood shavings that scattered across the other side of the hall. The Defeated Soldier wearing Soldier Armor, however, was much sturdier; he was blown away in one piece, rotating and twisting in the air, and finally crashed heavily into the Wooden Wall on the other side of the hall.

With a 'snap', the soldier even smashed a hole in the Wooden Wall due to the force, and landed in the room on the other side of the Wooden Wall with broken limbs.

"With this kind of power, this person shouldn't be able to survive, right?" Bata'er Jiaoshi didn't want to go over to check if the enemy was alive or dead, because after the battle, someone would clean up the battlefield and collect the various weapons and equipment on the enemies; if the enemy wasn't dead by then, they would just give him another strike.

He then thought of what Jier had said earlier. Jier said he wanted to keep the Soldier Armor on the enemy soldiers and re-equip it to the Warriors in the team after a simple modification. He just didn't know which unlucky guy would end up wearing the Soldier Armor from this stinky enemy.

"Such smelly Metal Armor Plates, they must need cleaning before they can be used, right? Otherwise, who would wear second-hand, stinky Metal Armor Plate Armor?"

Shaking his head, Bata'er Jiaoshi turned and went upstairs; he wanted to see how the Villagers were doing.

In order not to come into contact with the source of the stench, the Defeated Soldier, Weier moved sharply, jumping a few steps and quickly rushing up the stairs. Arriving at the second-floor stairwell, which was full of wooden furniture, he had to use both hands and feet to climb over these obstacles.

At a glance, he guessed the difficulty of the battle here, and upon seeing the dead enemy soldier in the gaps of the wooden furniture, he couldn't help but think: if it were him, how would he break through the enemy's obstruction here?

"It's not easy. If it were me..." He saw the tightly closed wooden window on the second floor and thought that if the window were open, he could find a way to climb from the first floor to the second floor and enter through the window.

But if even the window was closed from the inside by the enemy, then he would have no way at all.

"How did Warrior Jier do it?" He didn't stop his pace, guessing how Jier broke through here as he walked. Soon, he guessed the method: "It couldn't have been a frontal breakthrough, right? That works too? How did he do it? Is the gap between a Knight's strength and an ordinary person's strength really this large?"

He thought of the Knight Rank powerhouses he had met in his hometown, from some of his family elders to the teachers at the Swordsman Academy; they seemed to rarely or almost never display such superhuman feats of strength, or perhaps, they could also do this, but most people had never used it?

Or, was it just that Warrior Jier was shockingly strong, having more power than the average Knight Rank powerhouse?

Or was it simply that there are differences even within the Knight Rank?

Pondering these questions, Weier rushed up the stairs leading to the third floor, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a tall, rough-looking, and ugly Defeated Soldier.

"Perfect, there aren't many enemies left. I won't be polite about taking the credit for killing you." Weier drew his blood-stained Long Sword and raised it to point directly at the other person.

This Defeated Soldier was clearing away the various furniture at the entrance to the third floor. Because he had been arguing with the women on the third floor, he was also full of anger. At this moment, the handsome and dashing Weier came to his door, and he was just worrying about having no punching bag. He dropped the half-dismantled wooden cabinet in his hand, drew the twin swords at his waist, and relying on the fact that he was wearing Soldier Armor, he stomped down the stairs and killed toward Weier.

"Are you also here to rescue these women? Hmph, with that pretty face, I think it's quite nice for you to join them yourself! Haha." The soldier said mocking words, or perhaps not mocking, raised both hands high, took advantage of his height on the stairs, jumped forward, and slashed at Weier with both Long Swords.

Weier's expression changed slightly, but not because the other person's moves were impossible to block, but merely because of the words the other person had spoken.

"People with sharp tongues usually have no real ability in their hands." He replied in the gap, and Weier stepped back, dodging the other person's jumping heavy strike from above.

Thud!

The wooden floor of the second floor made a loud noise, bearing the heavy landing of the Defeated Soldier.

Although this enemy was ugly in appearance and obsessed with women, his skills were not weak. After missing a move, he rose with the momentum, and the two Long Swords in his hands also slashed out in a rotating motion as he rose.

Weier parried with his sword, weighing the strength of the enemy's arms and wrists through the slight collision of the weapons.

Clang, clang, ding, ding, dang, dang, the two exchanged a few quick moves. Weier raised his eyebrows, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth; he had clearly seen through the enemy's skills.

He then began to counterattack, and his mouth was not idle either: "Two swords, they look very imposing, but as soon as I engaged, I discovered that the strength of your left-hand Long Sword is far inferior to your right."

Weier's Long Sword was more flexible and faster, attacking continuously. He avoided the enemy's right-arm sword swing by stepping back, but when the enemy's left arm followed with a swing, Weier instead stepped forward and swung his sword, using the collision of the weapons to knock the other person's weapon away.

"And both swords are mostly swung out together. Ha, you aren't trained in dual-sword combat, are you? I don't know if you thought of this yourself, or if you're imitating someone else and also fighting with dual swords? But your left hand has no strength, for example, right now—"

Speaking of this, Weier took the opportunity to lunge forward, his Long Sword colliding heavily with the enemy's left-hand Long Sword. Although his own palm felt stinging pain due to the recoil, the enemy was even worse off.

The enemy, who was not specifically trained in dual swords, could not effectively grip the sword hilt during intense combat. In the deliberate collision just now, the Long Sword in his left hand was directly knocked away, slipped from his hand, and fell into the messy furniture on the second floor.

"Damn it!" The man gritted his teeth and cursed: "Big-mouthed pretty puppy!"

Weier hated it most when others talked about his appearance. He didn't mock him back, but after gaining the upper hand, he attacked with all his might.

With every step and every swing of his sword, Weier kept pressing forward against the enemy while simultaneously suppressing his opponent with his hands.

This Defeated Soldier could only keep using his weapon to defend, completely forgetting that he was still wearing a set of Soldier Armor!

By the time he remembered that he could trade wounds for his life to fight the enemy, he had already been forced back by Weier's series of suppressive attacks to where wooden furniture was scattered in a mess, and at the same time, Bata'er Jiaoshi had climbed up the stairs.

"Leave this enemy who was clamoring to set a fire to me!" Bata'er Jiaoshi suddenly said, which gave the disadvantaged Defeated Soldier a start, as he had not expected there to be another enemy behind him.

He knew he had to fight for his life, so relying on the Soldier Armor on his body, he turned in place and, braving a sword strike, lunged directly at Bata'er Jiaoshi.

Bata'er Jiaoshi had not expected this man to suddenly lunge at him, and with the chaotic wooden furniture at his feet, there was nowhere to dodge; just as he raised the Amber Metal Long Staff in his hand, before he could activate the staff's special ability, the enemy tackled Bata'er Jiaoshi, and the two of them crashed into a heap amidst the furniture with a clatter.

In the chaos, the Defeated Soldier, relying on the advantage of his tall stature and greater strength, knocked away the Priest's staff, gripped the top of the Priest's head with his empty left hand, and placed his Steel Longsword against the Priest's neck with his right.

The Defeated Soldier then laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, I've caught a noble Priest master. You pretty little dog up ahead, if you want this Priest master of yours to live, then obediently bark like a dog for me twice, and then drop the sword in your hand!"

But Weier's expression was strange, looking as if he wanted to laugh but was holding it back.

And the "held hostage" Bata'er Jiaoshi looked annoyed, saying words the Defeated Soldier did not understand: "Weier, you're still laughing! Hurry up and act before anyone else sees!"

Weier could no longer hold it in; he let out a laugh and then said: "What a 'smart' fellow. Why don't you try using your weapon to cut the neck of the Priest in your hands? Try it, and you will understand why I am laughing."

Before the Defeated Soldier could figure it out, Weier exerted force with his feet and charged over rapidly; the distance was only a few meters to begin with, and now he was almost instantly thrusting his sword directly at the Defeated Soldier's face.

The Defeated Soldier subconsciously dragged the Steel Longsword in his hand, wanting to slit the Priest's throat, but the strange sensation transmitted to his hand made him realize in an instant that something was wrong.

This was not the sensation of contact that a Human's neck should have!

Indeed, the Defeated Soldier's Steel Longsword was blocked by a layer of cyan-colored Divine Power Shield at a distance of one finger's width from the Priest's neck; the sharp Steel Longsword could not advance an inch against the shield, and no matter how hard he pushed, he could not bring the blade any closer to the Priest's neck.

It's over—this was the last thought of the soldier, because the act of harming the "hostage" in his hands had wasted the opportunity to dodge, and the tip of Weier's sword was already pressing right against his face.

The next moment, Weier, lunging with his whole body, pierced the Defeated Soldier's skull with one strike; the Long Sword entered from the side of the opponent's nose, passed through the back of the head, and hit the inside of the Helmet.

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