Chapter 667: The Darkest Moonless Night (Part 4)

While the Desert Snake was brewing sinister ideas, on the front line of the battlefield, a burly Bandit let out a roar, drawing the attention of that Warrior in Metal Armor who had just killed several of his subordinates.

News did not circulate between their various Bandit Groups, and some, seeing that Jier could lead so many Refugees and was riding a tall horse, guessed that Jier's identity was likely that of a young Knight.

But this burly Bandit Leader was not aware of this, so as soon as the two sides clashed, Jier killed several Bandits in the initial melee who were careless and unaware of Jier's strength.

Although the Bandits all saw the Metal Armor Jier was wearing and knew Jier should be difficult to deal with, none of them expected this person to be so difficult to deal with.

"Get the nets, throw the Capture Nets! Forget about the other weaklings, focus on taking down this troublesome guy first!"

Before his subordinates could prepare the Capture Nets to deal with the highly skilled Warrior enemy, this Bandit Leader took the initiative to issue a challenge.

He leveled the Spear in his hand, which was as thick as an ordinary person's arm, and roared as he charged straight at Jier.

The tip of the Spear was a hard steel spike, and its thrusting power was immense; if one were to be impaled, it would be no small problem.

Jier's attention was drawn by the opponent's roar, and looking up, he saw the opponent charging straight at him with his weapon leveled, yet he dared not dodge the attack, because the Spear was several meters long, and there were other young Refugees fighting bravely two meters behind Jier; once he dodged, the people behind him would be pierced through.

If luck were bad, the opponent's single strike could even take the lives of several young people standing closely behind him.

Therefore, Jier had no choice but to widen his eyes and take the initiative to hold the Elven Metal Shield on his left hand in front of him, his entire body moving forward instead of retreating, intending to rely on the Spear's weakness at close range to take the life of this Bandit Leader.

Especially since it looked like this Bandit Leader intended to have a duel.

"Ha! Die————" the Bandit Leader shouted like this.

Jier gritted his teeth, finally adjusting the tilt of the Shield in the instant before the collision.

Clang——————, with a crack, the steel Spear tip slid past the gap above the left side of Jier's Helmet. He tilted the Shield and ultimately deflected this heavy blow, and because the Spear slid and shifted upward, the young Refugees behind him would not be harmed.

With the strike deflected, Jier did not stop his footsteps and charged straight forward; the burly Bandit Leader grabbed the end of the Spear with his right hand, while his left hand drew a heavy Cleaver from his waist, the handle of which was decorated with the facial bones of a human infant, and the moment he drew it, he used the momentum to parry Jier's incoming Long Sword thrust.

Jier did not let up, his right-hand Long Sword slashing back and forth, striking the heavy Cleaver and sending sparks flying.

"How is this possible? It's impossible for anyone to have more strength than me! Ahhhhh!"

The burly Bandit had immense strength, so even when using a blade with one hand, he could usually defeat an average person fighting with weapons in both hands, but at this moment, Jier was also fighting him with a sword in one hand. Moreover, from the recoil force transmitted from the handle of the Cleaver, he could feel that, let alone his own strength overpowering the young enemy in front of him, the opponent's strength was even gradually increasing, in turn suppressing him.

"Impossible! Men! Come here! Attack together! Hack him to death!"

After only a few exchanges, the burly Bandit Leader was suppressed and forced to retreat continuously; as soon as his feet stepped back, the force in his hands weakened because he could not stand steadily, and then his weapon was knocked away by Jier in the middle of the exchange.

The heavy Cleaver spun and flew straight backward, incidentally taking off half the head of a Bandit who wanted to approach the fight, and finally, the Cleaver landed in the stream behind everyone.

"Hoo-ha!" Jier let out a loud shout, and the Life Energy in his body gradually began to operate; they quickly flowed to all parts of his body, pumped by the blood circulation brought about by the Elf Ring at his heart.

He still hadn't gotten used to letting the active Life Energy enhance his physical fitness during combat. But barely adding it to his arms and legs was still possible.

The Bandit Leader holding the Spear retreated urgently, and then more than a dozen Bandits charged up, shouting and killing in turns.

Jier was terrified that they would surround and control him at close range, so he fought while retreating, using his Shield to block the Single-handed Axe smashing down on one side, and his Long Sword to parry the combined attacks of several Long Swords and Cleavers on the other.

"Shitou!"

Jier shouted once, and the crowd fighting other Bandits behind him heard his order, and more than a dozen fist-sized Stones were sent as emergency support.

In the chaotic battle, the young Refugees grabbed the fist-sized Stones, then swung their arms around and threw the Stones at the Bandits fighting the Knight Jier.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh went the flying Stones; some even hit Jier on the back as he moved laterally, but he felt nothing, while the Bandits fighting him suffered greatly in this sudden Stone raid.

Blindly attempting to surround and approach the armored Jier made them ignore their own defense and evasion. As the Stones struck, many Bandits were hit several times.

A Bandit who took a hit to the head seemed dizzy and unable to see things around him clearly; the Long Sword in his hand disobeyed him, mistaking the Bandit next to him for the enemy Jier, and he struck his companion directly.

"Asshole!" Fortunately, the companion was wearing a wooden bucket-like Helmet, and that blow only shaved off a small piece of the wooden bucket and scalp, not killing him directly.

But Jier seized this opportunity; taking advantage of the chaotic moment when the Bandits surrounding him were distracted by this blunder, he thrust his Long Sword forward. White light instantly surged and filled the gray-black Long Sword in the blink of an eye, and then, in just an instant—

Bright white light flashed out suddenly.

The battlefield in the open space was already quite bright due to the many bonfires, and this made it even more brilliantly white and transparent.

But the blooming white light flashed for only an instant, released and then retracted. Jier had not been using this blessing ability on his Long Sword for just a day or two, so he controlled it accurately, releasing Divine Power that blinded only the several enemies within the combat range in front of him.

"What's going on! What's going on???"

"My eyes can't see! It's the Magic from the stories!"

"Everyone retreat! Retreat first!"

In an instant, the offensive was reversed; Jier counter-attacked, quickly raising his hand for a Heavy Cleave, killing a Bandit along with his weapon in two halves. Surging Life Energy churned in his body, and the strength of his arm was enhanced many times over in this instant, far exceeding that of an ordinary Human.

Without stopping his footsteps, Jier spotted a Bandit waving his Long Sword wildly in front of him, held his Shield forward, and charged with all his might.

His legs and body, enhanced by Life Energy, instantly left a depression in the muddy ground when he stepped on it.

He himself accelerated instantly, slamming his Shield directly into the Bandit's body. Like a collision of billiard balls, Jier's figure stopped in place after knocking the person down, while the hit Bandit flew backward without a sound, incidentally knocking over three or four other Bandits, before his body shattered into several pieces and rolled on the ground.

That blow just now had even shattered the person.

This was also far beyond Jier's expectations; he was stunned for a moment, then turned to fight again.

The other Bandits who were temporarily blinded did not know what had happened; they just waved their weapons hard in place to protect themselves like headless flies, and some even fought with their Bandit companions because they couldn't see, and were slashed in the back of the head by a young gang Refugee holding a scavenged Cleaver.

Other Bandits who were not within the range of the Sun God Divine Power white light blinding were terrified by what they had just seen, and only then realized that they might be fighting a young Knight.

"God! Run!"

"Don't run!" the Bandit Leader roared, stabilizing the somewhat dissipating fighting spirit: "Where are the nets! Where the #￥ is the net for catching people?"

A middle-aged Bandit with hair matted on his head rushed over, crawling and scrambling, and hurriedly took a large bundle of sturdy nets for catching and trapping people from behind: "Boss! The net is here! It's here!"

The burly Bandit Leader grabbed it, let go of the Spear in his right hand, held the two edges of the net with both hands, and threw it forward into the air with a ruthless heart.

Once the net, which had been wrapped in a certain way, was thrown out, it immediately spread out in mid-air because of the heavy objects tied to the front.

Within a short throwing distance, it extended into a near-circle, wrapping several people, including Jier, inside it.

Seeing that he had covered the troublesome enemy, the Bandit Leader immediately roared excitedly: "Everyone get over here and pull!"

As he spoke, he grabbed one end of the net and pulled backward, instantly dragging down the several people caught inside the net, but Jier stood steadily in place.

As soon as the net covered him, he slashed at it with his sword, but the Magic Material Long Sword, which was usually invincible, could do nothing against this light, tough, and sturdy net. As the blade passed, the net pulled outward, not taking much force.

Several Bandits around were also covered by the net; when the Bandits on the opposite side pulled, these people were dragged to the ground by the nets tangled on their bodies and weapons, shouting and yelling in confusion.

Jier stood firmly with his feet on the ground, held the Shield in his left hand over his head, and leaned his body backward to resist the pulling from the opposite side.

Soon, seven or eight Bandits were standing with the Bandit Leader, pulling hard on one end of the net, but the armored Knight seemed to have roots growing from his feet, refusing to fall no matter what, making the net creak as it was stretched taut.

The people randomly covered and dragged down in the net were even howling as they were pinched by the twisting and tightening net. One unlucky fellow even had his neck caught and strangled by the twisted net; as Jier wrestled with the many Bandits, he was strangled to death by the net tightening around his neck.

Jier panted heavily, breathing in large gulps, sending the air his body needed most during the wrestling match into his lungs.

He saw that more and more Bandits were pulling on the net, and then the Bandit Leader excitedly freed up his hands, handing the work of wrestling with Jier to his subordinates; he himself grabbed a Spear from the ground, preparing to launch an attack directly through the net with an exceptionally twisted and excited expression and voice.

"So what if you're a Knight! Today, hahahaha, I'm going to kill one! Ohahahaha!"

That arrogant appearance made it seem as if Jier were already his defeated opponent.

But Jier simply let go of the Long Sword in his right hand, letting it hang on the taut net around his body. Then Jier hesitated for a moment, but still reached to his right waist and drew a gorgeous dagger with a fire-red blade.

The dagger, with a blade the length of a palm, looked gorgeous and small, but the moment it left its sheath, it seemed to raise the already extremely hot atmosphere of the surroundings to a new level.

Seeming to sense the scorching battlefield around them, the two Magic Gemstones on the dagger were exceptionally bright.

Jier barely managed to grip the handle of the dagger with his Steel Armor Gloves, and then his thumb, encased in cowhide and steel, touched a gorgeous Gem on the dagger's guard.

Through the Faceplate of his Steel Helmet and the sturdy, pulled-taut net, he stared straight at the fat and brawny Bandit Leader, whose face was twisted and deformed by excitement.

As the opponent raised his Spear and prepared to charge with force, Jier extended his right hand forward, pushing the small, gorgeous Heartfire Dagger in front of him.

"Burn the enemy!"

Jier coldly uttered this short phrase from his mouth, and the next instant, the space in front of him suddenly lit up.

This light was not the white light bloom of the Hunting Sword, but a Magic Fire radiance containing extremely high heat and Magic Power sparks.

The white light of the Sun God's Divine Power would not have much effect on him, but this one in front of him was different; in an instant, Jier felt as if he were not holding a dagger, but rather as if his right hand were gripping the head of a Fire Dragon.

A massive flame sprayed out from the dagger like the breath of a Fire Dragon; in just a single instant, Jier could feel the thrust the dagger gave him, a force that even pushed him, who was standing firmly, back by half a meter.

"This thing is practically a Rocket!!!"

This was Jier's first thought at the time; then, the pulling force from the net covering his body suddenly vanished, and he stumbled, hurriedly ensuring that the direction of the dagger, which was still spraying Magic Fire, was not wrong.

But what Jier did not know was that in the second after the flames sprayed out, the nearly ten Bandits in front of him had turned to ash in the high-heat Magic Fire.

The animal-hide clothing they wore instantly turned to ash and was forcibly blown away, followed by their own hair and skin, which in a single instant also detached from their bodies.

Then came the muscle parts of their bodies; these body tissues, which were still exerting force, rapidly dehydrated, cracked, burned, and expanded, mixing with the fat on the muscles to become black-gray charred remains, shrinking and clinging tightly to the bones deep within their bodies.

As for the Bandits' Viscera, they expanded and exploded from the heat when swept by the Magic Power sparks, but before the exploded body tissues could fly in all directions, they were carried away to the open space behind them by the high-heat flames blowing through.

When Jier finally realized that the Bandits in front of him had died in this wave of lethal Magic Fire, he immediately moved his finger away from the Magic Gemstone he was touching.

The next instant, the white-yellow high-heat flames stopped spraying from the dagger.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo."

Jier panted heavily; the surroundings were silent, with only the crackling of wood in the bonfire showing that time had not truly stopped, but was still passing.

"My god! Sir Knight! Too amazing!"

Only then did the young Refugee who had stopped fighting the Bandits behind Jier let out the first exclamation, and then the young Refugees' morale soared, kicking the disbelieving Bandits to the ground, or holding Stone high, or slashing down fiercely with the Short Sword and Cleaver in their hands, killing several stunned Bandits.

Jier blinked his somewhat dry and astringent eyes and looked ahead while panting, only to discover that standing a few meters in front of him were no longer several Bandits with fierce and triumphant faces, but charred skeletons still standing on the ground, posed in the act of pulling.

Some of them had their bodies pressed together while pulling, and had even fused together in the burning of the Magic Fire, making it impossible to tell who was who.

The fat and brawny Bandit Leader nearby had half his body turned into a similarly charred and shrunken skeleton, but the other half of his body remained roughly the same; looking closely, one could only say roughly.

Because the skin on the surface of that person's body had fallen off and disappeared, the skin having been destroyed by the high heat, leaving only half a body of grayish-white fat; this fat had absorbed the high-temperature flame wave that had not directly hit it, and was currently sizzling, flowing with translucent high-temperature Grease.

A strange odor, a mix of charred stench and the smell of Grease, drifted across the battlefield.

Jier looked down at the Heartfire Dagger in his hand and remained silent.

His right hand trembled as he inserted it into the dagger sheath on his right belt, then picked up the Hunting Sword that had fallen onto the net to the side.

"Continue fighting! Defeat them! Victory belongs to us!"

Jier shouted.

The young Refugees who dared to fight were now in high spirits!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Retreat quickly, hurry!"

Huang She had first been blinded by the white light that suddenly erupted during the battle, and when he rubbed his eyes a few times and looked again, he saw the Knight covered by the net.

He knew this was a tactic often used by the Bandit Group to deal with enemies who were particularly good at fighting or wore heavy armor. Usually, these were people with superb martial arts; after all, enemies wearing armor were very rare, and these people generally rarely acted alone and were the core of the battle, making it difficult to use the method of many against one to trap them with a net.

At the time, Huang She even thought that Fatty and the others, after losing some men, had finally achieved results according to their usual method of hard fighting and charging.

But reality slapped his judgment hard.

He had only roughly seen the young Knight use something at his waist, followed by a high-temperature heat wave rushing toward his face.

On that battlefield tens of meters away from them, there was actually a heat wave that could make one's skin feel scorched. He was also stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, Fatty and his 'Refining Qi' Bandits had all turned into charred skeletons licked by flames.

Even those guys maintained their original movements after death.

A feeling stemming from instinct made his hair stand on end, especially realizing that the young Knight had crossed paths with him not long ago; the close-range kiss of the shadow of death made him shiver all over.

"Retreat! Forget about this place, go back and loot Fatty's lair, we'll pack our things and leave."

He fiercely pounded his stiff legs, and Huang She turned and ran; his bizarre-looking subordinates also reacted and quickly caught up with their boss.