Chapter 375: Night Battle (12)

As the Baron's estate, Turmeric Manor naturally has guards.

But their numbers are few, only about twenty, and their weapons and equipment are quite ordinary, sufficient for ordinary bandits, but tonight they are almost useless.

In the bedroom, Luosen had already finished equipping himself and was leaning by the window, trying to observe the situation.

In this half‑plane, the sky has no moon, nor any stars; the only light source is the wind‑proof oil lamps hung around the manor.

But the light is too dim, it hardly reaches far.

Looking far ahead, all one sees is pitch‑black, as dark as the thickest ink, nothing can be made out.

The world's magical field is also extremely weak, and the void‑vision has completely lost its function.

Thus, Luosen's usual means of scouting are greatly limited in effectiveness.

In the darkness, Tilalin rustled her clothes with a "shush‑shush" sound, she whispered a complaint: "Dear, you've thrown my clothes everywhere."

Her voice trembled a little, because she was afraid.

Luosen felt guilty about this, he gave a hehe smile, crept forward, and helped Tilalin tidy her clothes.

Tilalin merely complained a sentence, then immediately got to the point.

"The enemy is strong; I can't see their situation. How about you?"

"I have seen them."

Laifu has already reconstructed the true appearance of the time illusion from the shattered "Time Water Surface".

"Forty fully armed warriors have arrived, wearing light studded leather armor; their weapons are shields, war hammers, and crossbows, but no identity markings are visible."

"They are currently more than two li away, their speed has slowed a bit, and they will reach us in about five minutes."

"But these troops are meant for a frontal assault and to draw our attention; moreover, five people have already sneaked silently to the vicinity of the manor, now crouching in the shrubbery just outside the manor wall."

"These five are experts in stealth, armed with repeating crossbows capable of firing three bolts in succession."

"Besides these, I also saw a person in the treetops about a hundred meters from the manor."

"This person looks like this."

As they spoke, Luosen raised his hand and traced a few gestures in the air before him, and instantly a clear silhouette of faint light appeared in the air.

Tilalin was greatly surprised by Luosen's intel: "Dear, how do you know all this?"

"It's time magic; who let me possess the finest time‑insight talent?"

That makes some sense, but Tilalin still finds it unbelievable, because this perception ability is absurdly strong.

As the saying goes, speak less, act more; hide nine‑tenths of your true ability, that is the way to preserve oneself.

Therefore, Luosen never discusses the limits of his ability, even when the other party is a woman he completely trusts.

After a vague explanation, he pointed at the silhouette: "Tilin, do you know him?"

Tilalin examined it carefully, then shook her head slightly.

"I've never seen this person before, but he emanates an aura of time power; he must be the mastermind behind tonight's ambush."

"Then let's capture him and ask."

While the two were talking, the forty cavalry had already rushed to the manor gate, without any warning, and began smashing the door.

The manor is not a military facility; its gate is merely an ordinary thick wooden door, which at best can hold for only a few minutes.

As the attack began, the interior of the manor immediately fell into chaos.

Barking dogs, neighing horses, angry roars, and shrill screams rose and fell in the night.

Because of the wind‑proof oil lamps, there is still some light inside the manor; with light, the detection sigil works.

Using the detection sigil, Luosen clearly saw that the five repeating‑crossbow assassins hiding outside the manor wall immediately began to act.

Taking advantage of the chaos, they quietly climbed over the manor wall, slipped into the courtyard, and then at once found a concealed spot to hide.

Frankly, if Luosen lacked strong detection abilities, while focusing on the cavalry he could easily be ambushed by those five fellows with their repeating crossbows, and might indeed capsize in a gutter.

Unfortunately, Luosen's greatest strength is intelligence gathering, and the enemy vastly underestimated his limits.

He delayed no longer; standing in the bedroom, he drew the Extinction Law Sword and thrust it into the air before him.

"Pfft!"

One of the repeating‑crossbow assassins was silently stabbed to death.

The Extinction Law Sword can ignore spatial distance to launch an attack, but it also has limits.

The greatest limit is still spatial distance.

For every doubling of the distance crossed, the power required rises sharply in proportion to the square of the distance, due to the nature of spacetime.

Thus, if the target is within five meters of his body, Luosen can thrust more than forty times in a second at fastest; but if the target hides over forty meters away, not only does the power cost increase enormously, he can only strike once every two seconds.

"Pfft!"

Two seconds later, the second repeating‑crossbow assassin fell dead.

These assassins are quite capable; after two died suddenly, the third finally noticed, immediately looked left and right, searching for the enemy lurking in the dark.

Unfortunately, he faced an opponent who is not mortal, so these vigilant actions are doomed to be futile.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The remaining three assassins also fell one after another.

Their deaths were identical: a blood hole suddenly appeared in each forehead, and they collapsed limply to the ground.

"Thud~ thud~~"

The cavalry outside the manor gate had not yet noticed the change; they continued to hammer the thick wooden door fiercely with their war hammers.

These cavalry are farther off, about sixty meters; Luosen would need a little over three seconds to thrust a single sword.

Using the detection sigil to check the gate's condition, it could not hold much longer.

After thinking, Luosen aimed at the main cavalry assaulting the gate, raised his hand, and thrust a sword.

"Pfft!"

The cavalryman was extremely tall and strong, just like a bear, the war hammer in his hand weighing at least twenty kilograms; as he raised it high, a blue-white glint flashed, and a line of blood instantly appeared on his brow, and the whole man immediately lost his life.

Plop~~

The bear-like warrior immediately collapsed to the ground, shocking the surrounding soldiers; they instinctively halted their attack, looked left and right, searching for the hidden foe.

"Who? Come out!"

"Despicable sneak attacker~get out!"

"Alert~al."

"Puff~" this person shouted halfway before collapsing to the ground; his brow also split open, white brain matter mixed with red blood continuously flowing out.

The person was completely dead.

Finally someone saw the blue-white light.

"Oh no, it's evil magic!"

"Too terrifying!"

"There really is a terrifying devil living in the manor!"

The soldiers outside the gate all shouted loudly: "Attack! Keep attacking!"

"No, set fire~burn with fire."

Puff~~

The soldier who shouted to set fire also collapsed to the ground.

But the other soldiers also understood his meaning, and they all began to light torches and set fire.

Tilalilin was somewhat anxious: "The manor's buildings are all wood; they can't withstand a fire attack."

Luosen gave a slight smile: "It's fine, just ordinary torches; I bet they can't light them."

As he spoke, he thought, and cast a second-circle power Fate Spell, whose effect was "Unable to be ignited."

At the manor gate, the soldiers took out flint, crackling away, sending sparks flying, but the oil torches they carried simply would not light.

But approximately every three seconds, a soldier would collapse and die.

Aside from the faint blue-white light, there was no other source of attack, so naturally they could not dodge it.

Yet these soldiers were indeed brave; seeing the sixth soldier fall and the torches still unlit, someone immediately shouted.

"Break the door~break the door~~rush in!"

He raised the war hammer again, intending to continue breaking the door.

Luosen just watched the opponent; whoever swung the hammer hardest and charged forward would die first.

Twenty seconds later, another six fell, yet the manor gate remained intact.

By then, a full fifteen soldiers had gone down, and they couldn't even break the door, let alone locate the enemy.

Their fighting spirit had almost completely dissipated, and fear began to spread.

"What do we do? The devil is too strong~we simply aren't a match!"

"How about we retreat?"

"Retreat? Retreat where?"

"We are soldiers; soldiers only have death."

"Puff~~" this soldier died before finishing his words.

"Block the forehead with the shield~~block the forehead~~"

Someone shouted.

The soldiers indeed did so.

Luosen smiled faintly, like a cat toying with a mouse, and instead stabbed from the back of the head.

"Block the rear too~block the rear too~~"

Luosen then stabbed from below upward.

"Below~there's still below~~"

Luosen felt mischievous, directly thrusting the sword blade out from within the opponent's body, one strike piercing the heart.

Because the opponent was an ordinary warrior without a Time Spell for protection, he could stab out from any part of the body.

The person stabbed shuddered all over, then went limp and collapsed to the ground, with no visible wound on his body.

"Ah~~"

The incomprehensible bizarre situation caused extreme fear.

One soldier's will completely collapsed, letting out a distorted wail as he turned and ran.

One person ran, and the other soldiers also collapsed, turning to follow him in flight.

Naturally, they also completely lost any threat to the manor.

Luosen did not slaughter them all.

He does not like killing; killing is merely a means to achieve his goal, and he never overuses it.

Letting these frightened fellows flee, letting them spread fear of him, is the best choice.

Because, in the absence of absolute power, fear is his best shield.

But he was not idle.

Gathering his strength, he thrust a sword at the mysterious person hidden in the treetop.

He did not aim for a vital spot, because he wanted to take them alive.

"Clang~puff"

The sword was blocked, but not completely; the blade pierced into the opponent's body.

From the bloodstains, it penetrated at least 8 centimeters.

Plop—

I vaguely saw a figure fall from the big tree.

After struggling to his feet for several seconds, he limped away, running with surprising speed.

Rosen Ziran couldn't let him run away.

Aiming at the opponent's right leg, he thrust the Extinction Law Sword again.

Plop—

The opponent collapsed to the ground.

This guy is also ruthless, drawing a dagger and attempting to slit his throat.

Clang!

The arm holding the dagger was stabbed again, and the dagger fell to the ground.

The first suicide attempt failed.

Luosen immediately jumped out of the bedroom window, sprinting full speed toward the mysterious person.

Halfway there, he saw the mysterious person pick up the dagger with his left hand, intent on suicide.

At this point, Luosen was less than 30 meters away, and he immediately thrust a second sword.

Pfft—

The mysterious person's left arm was also pierced, the dagger fell to the ground again, and his whole body went limp, collapsing helplessly.

But he was indeed ruthless, about to bite his own tongue.

Clang!

He bit down, but struck the blade of the Extinction Law Sword, breaking several teeth, though his tongue remained unharmed.

By now, Luosen had reached him, drew the Extinction Law Sword from his mouth, and flicked off the blood staining the blade with disgust.

At the same time, he kicked the opponent's head, knocking him unconscious.

He smirked inwardly: 'Being so obsessed with hiding your identity, are you afraid of my revenge?'

(End of chapter)