Traitor Of Humanity

Aside from the 3rd stage Ronold Wolf, there are 8 bandit vice-chiefs of the Wolfing gang. 3 of those 8 were previously still ordering the a.s.saults at the north, south, and east city walls. It was only a short while ago, that they began circling around the walls, and preparing to entered through the opened western gate.

The remaining 5 bandit vice-chiefs, each of which are at the 7th level of the heroic bearings stage, had come along with Ronold Wolf. Currently, they are fighting with the recently advanced heroic bearing stage soldiers of the Zefer family.

Despite the gap of 6 levels, the present dozen or so heroic bearing stage soldiers of the Zefer family, are still able to put up a fight. Actually, more than put up a fight, they were able to kill off all of the officers of the Wolfing gang that came at them, before putting all their focus on facing those bandit vice-chiefs.

Those bandit officers were of the same level as they themselves, the 1st level of the heroic bearings stage. Yet, they were able to kill them with only 2 or 3 slashes. This was only made possible because they had also learned the martial skills that Merab Zefer is currently using against Ronold Wolf. Although most of them did not have as much time to work on mastering them due to the training they had to do to reach the 2nd stage, as well as the recovering they had to go through due to that training, each of their personal battle powers has already greatly increased, to the point that not only their enemies, but they themselves could not believe it.

With each of them having to take on 2 opponents at once, the eye of forewarning death of the 5 bandit vice-chiefs were constantly flashing in alert, forcing them to stay on their toes. On the contrary, being able to fight opponents so many levels higher than themselves, the heroic bearing stage soldiers of the Zefer family are so excited that they could not shut up.

"F***ing invaders, eat my sword!" A soldier shot a slash at a bandit vice-chief. Reflecting the light of the sun, the slash flew off the sword and cut into the armor of the bandit vice-chief.

"It"s all because of you d*mn invaders that I had to go through that painful training!" Said one of the soldiers that Seth had forced to fight with sticks and stones.

"D*mn invaders! It"s all because of you that the young master is taking all of the women!" Said one of the soldiers that was forced to go to a brothel to have some cheap women take care of his urges.

"It wasn"t that bad." A calm-looking soldier defended. "We got more monetary compensation in return."

"You only say that because you"re gay..." The previous soldier joked.

Unexpectedly, the reply that came was a surprised, "How did you know..."

The sounds of fighting did not stop, but for a moment, everyone here turned silent...

...

When Seth first saw the bandits that were trying to climb up the wall flee back to the direction they came from, he wondered if the western gate was broken. The sounds of the cannon were quite audible, and he knows how much damage a cannon could do to a mortal city"s wall, let alone its gate.

Though, if he knew that the bandits would circle around once one of the gates were broken down, he would not have allowed the gates to be cemented and blocked in all 4 directions. At least that way, there would be a escape route... No, it should have been done anyway. Otherwise, the breach would have happened much earlier on. After all, the bandits were not stupid enough to not try blowing up the gates with their pineapples.

Taking a telescope to see, he confirmed that the western gate had indeed been broken through. There were little dots littering through the gate like ants in the view of the telescope.

He ordered the soldiers on the eastern wall, "There is no point in defending this wall anymore. Take the ballistae that we installed by this gate, and whatever bolts and arrows you can carry. We are going to reinforce the final line of defense!"

Following Seth"s orders, these strong-armed soldiers dismantled the ballistae that were bolted to the ground, and picked up as many boxes of arrows as they could without slowing themselves down. They loaded the horses and started dashing toward the center of the city.

...

Merab Zefer and Ronold Wolf had traded over 60 blows. To the mortals below, their clash is like the stuff of legends. There was no magic involved, but the pure brutality of it all, and the number of times each of them had skirted death, made their fight far too amazing not to impress.

Lines of sparks that would have lit up like fireworks if it were night, coming from the intense friction between steel weapons, and the sight of buildings crumbling faster than if a demolition crew were to do their work... This is what a fight between 2 men, 2 martial artists, with battle power surpa.s.sing that of mortals looks like.

Unfortunately, this fight is coming to an end.

Ronold Wolf stood with his back unbending. His greatsword that had its tip stabbed into the ground was chipped all along its blade, making it look more like a saw more than anything else now. His armor is tattered and broken apart in many places, and his large body has turned into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess, with everything below his head covered in a layer of red. There are cuts all over his flesh, and half his hair has been severed short. Although he has yet to lose any limbs, and his head is still intact, he looks more dead than alive. Despite his terrible state though, there is a relaxed smiled on his face. He said to his opponent with a voice full of leisure, "You can"t last much longer, can you?".

The weapons in Merab Zefer"s hands crumbled to pieces. He had already switched them out many times, taking them from whatever corpses he could spot. His favored saber had long since snapped, after having competed with that heavy greatsword several times.

There are no cuts on his body, and his armor is completely intact, despite looking rather roughed up.

Even so, Merab Zefer is panting, as if he cannot get enough air. No matter how much he wants to hide it, an expression of fatigue appeared on his face. Under his armor, there are countless bruises on his flesh. If that was all, there would not be a problem. However, under that flesh, many of his bones have broken or cracked.

"Cough!" Merab Zefer coughed out blood. It seems that his organs have been damaged.

He knows this was not the fault of his brutal battle. It was instead the martial skills that he was using that caused him this damage. It was written in the pages that Seth had given to him, that excessive use of these skills will lead to damaging the body.

When he had asked Seth why this was so, all he was told was that there are flaws to these martial skills.

Merab Zefer immediately believed him, and asked no more. After all, he knows that there are no good things without costs to them. Not only do these martial skills cause self-injury, they also sap stamina.

However, even if he knew this, so what? He had no choice but to use them for a chance to win this battle. Unfortunately, his opponent was unexpectedly wary, always staying on the defensive and never committing to any all-out attacks.

That has led to this situation, where Merab Zefer is even starting to feeling his vision starting to become blurry. Sweat has flowed onto his eyes.

At this moment, he was seriously considering whether to retreat or not.

At this point, he still has enough stamina to get away. By using the escape-type movement skill, having stolen your peach, this monkey flees from the heavens!, a few extra times, he will be able to escape from Ronold Wolf"s sight. Then, he can run to and over the city wall, and escape perfectly alive. He can flee to an immortal city and set up there, like he had considered many times in the past, yet was never able to get himself to do. He will have lost all his a.s.sets that way, and he will be leaving all his women behind. His pride will be gone, but what does that matter in comparison to his life?

"In comparison, I..." Ronold Wolf showed a mocking smirk. "Have plenty to spare."

He reached into his chest and pulled out a small pouch. It was a pouch no bigger than a baby"s hand. He pulled its string and opened it. Then, he lifted it till just above his open mouth. Out dropped a number of pills, each the size of a candy.

After he gulped down those pills, the wounds on Ronold Wolf"s body started to visibly close. His face that was growing pale due to the loss of blood also started turning rosier. His muscles flexed, showing the restoration of his strength.

Those pills were healing pills. Compared to elixirs, pills that are made of similar materials, have similar effects, but their effects are weaker overall. The benefit to taking pills however, is that, in a combat situation, the pills that you can just toss into your mouth and swallow, are far more usable than the elixirs that you have to take your sweet time gulping down. Taking 2 or 3 pills in an instant, is better than trying to get the equivalent effect from an elixir, and instead be interrupted by your opponents and forced to either drop the elixir or to take a slash.

These pills were also something that Ronold Wolf had gotten from that alchemic school that he had built connections with. They are not something commonly sold to the general public, and people from mortal cities like Merab Zefer.

Seeing his opponent so easily recovering from the injuries that he had spent all his efforts on inflicting, caused Merab Zefer to feel despair. He himself, has no such convenient way to recover. He decided that now, is the time for him to flee.

Suddenly... the shadow of a person appeared behind the neck of Ronold Wolf, stabbing the b.l.o.o.d.y sword in its hand straight at the man"s nape!