Origin Player.

Chapter 670 Face to Face

South of Yorktown.

The house of a wealthy merchant.

The two-story wooden house, with walls covered in mud tiles and furs, had four wooden pillars supporting the roof in the main hall. A dozen or so rooms were arranged around it. There were few decorations. In this era, only counts and nobles of the rank of count or above could enjoy a relatively comfortable life; poverty was everywhere.

However, the knights of the church were undoubtedly treated better than the soldiers; they had their own rooms here.

Jiang He stepped out of the shadows and casually pushed open the first oak door. Inside, the embers of the fireplace glowed faintly, and the knight was fast asleep on his back, his breastplate hanging on the shelf beside the bed.

puff!

The spear tip pierced his throat, and the knight opened his eyes abruptly. His hands futilely clawed at the air before falling limply to his sides. His flesh and blood dried up instantly, as Gluttony devoured everything extraordinary.

In the second room, the knight, half-asleep, seemed to sense something and instinctively reached for the longsword by the bedside. Unfortunately, the spearhead had already pierced his palm and embedded itself in the bed board. Then, a knee strike crushed his Adam's apple.

In the third room, the knight was extremely alert. The moment the door opened, he sprang to his feet and drew his sword. But Jiang He was faster. He swept his spear at close range, smashing the knight's knee. As the knight fell, the butt of the spear pierced his jaw and went through his skull.

Death strikes silently
All eighteen knights died in their respective rooms.

Jiang He came to the street, swallowed a few gold coins, and his wealth value immediately increased. Blood dripped continuously from the blade of the dragon spear in his hand. Because the army had entered the city, there were very few citizens walking on the streets.

Zhuang Ya had somehow transformed back into human form. She went to the well, gently drew up a bucket of water, scooped some up with both hands, and ran over to give it to Jiang He.

"You come to loot the treasure."

Jiang He wiped the water droplets from the corner of her mouth and said.

"Okay." Zhuang Ya gave a serious salute, then disappeared into the night. She was very interested in anything that sparkled.

Jiang He watched the little girl leave. In fact, after going to elementary school in the post-apocalyptic world and then being exposed to a private school in the world of Chasing Deer, Aya's level of knowledge had clearly reached the level of a normal person. However, she still acted like a little girl, probably because she had her own considerations.

A patrol of soldiers approached.

Jiang He shook his head, gripped his gun, and stepped forward, his figure as swift as the wind.

The spear tip pierced the back of the first soldier's neck, and with a flick, the body was pulverized. The second soldier noticed something was wrong and immediately drew his sword, but his throat was smashed by the spear shaft. Before the third soldier's scream could even be heard, the dragon spear pierced his mouth, exited from the back of his head, and pinned him to the wall.

Jiang He delivered a straight kick, causing the fourth man's chest to cave in. As he knocked down the fifth man, a thorny bush suddenly emerged from a trap on the ground, strangling and killing the two men.

The streets quieted down again.

Ninety-five.

A drunken York resident staggered out of an alley, even though there was a corpse right next to him. But as Jiang He manipulated his destiny power without looking back, he scratched his head and slowly walked in the opposite direction, following the sound of a raccoon's meow.

Military camp in the east of the city.

As a pair of black wings unfurled in the military camp, a storm of iron feathers descended, the extremely sharp feathers slicing through armor and flesh, leaving behind dense cracks all around, so fine that a pin drop could be heard.

Military camp in the north of the city.

Thousands of golden and silver arcs of spear light were unleashed, leaving holes between the eyebrows of elite soldiers. All the soldiers guarding the city wall fell to the ground, their bodies bleeding profusely, and they died suddenly.

Military camp in the west of the city.

Hundreds of thorns crisscrossed the military camp, with the terrified and bewildered remains of soldiers hanging from their branches. Blood dripped from their toes, pooling into pools of blood, but as the black light flowed, everything dried up. The dense thorns intertwined, completely blocking the north gate of York.

……

The central cathedral. Guests felt right at home at the dinner.

Blue Swordsman pulled up his trousers and came out of the church's penance chamber. He happened to look up and make eye contact with a noblewoman. At the same time, they both revealed ambiguous smiles.

"Under the Lord's favor, we drink, sing, and revel. This is the future promised in the Gospels. Sin will be redeemed, and the flood will eventually recede. He points to the stone and says that in the face of disaster, wise men will guide the lamb. Now, please welcome our morning star, Princess Miara, born from thorns!"

The banquet was reaching its climax when Princess Miara's appearance made Count Philon feel honored. Although his fiancée was not beautiful, her status was undeniably prestigious.

Just as people were cheering, the Blue Swordsman finished a cup of red tea, went to the corner, and found that the patrolman had passed out drunk on the ground.

"Hey, you guys, do you want to die?"

The blue swordsman's expression turned serious. He kicked the patrolmen a few times, waking them up. The leading soldier, upon seeing the newcomer's face, was immediately terrified and felt a chill run down his spine. He hurriedly said:
"Sir, we'll go change shifts right away."

The blue swordsman pondered for a moment and said, "Who gave you the audacity to drink?"

Another soldier stammered, "Count Iris... probably wanted to build a good image in the army, so he specially gifted us wine from the church cellar. We've never tasted anything like it before..."

The Blue Swordsman interrupted, "How did he get the key?"

The wine treasured in the church is considered to be the blood of saints in the faith, and only the bishop is authorized to take it and share it with the believers.

"I don't know," the soldiers shook their heads.

The blue swordsman frowned. If he found it, he was incredibly lucky. If he stole it, Earl Iris was simply out of his mind. But in any case, it was too strange to reward a patrolman with it.

boom!
A golden fireball fell, blasting the five patrolmen to pieces.

Three hundred and fifty-two.

The intense heat of the flames forced the blue swordsman to shield his face with his arms. The commotion drew the attention of everyone at the banquet. Amidst the golden flames, a tall figure calmly stepped out, leaving blurry bloodstains on the ground with each step.

Platinum long hair, a silver-based spear with red patterns.

And a gaze so cold it was like solid ice.

The blue swordsman suddenly remembered a legend, his face turned slightly pale, and his mind almost lost its ability to think.

"How...how could he be here..."

"Is a Tier 4 Twilight Base really worth Origin deploying its ultimate weapon?"

"Enemy attack!" Count Philon shouted, looking up.

Chaos erupted in the cathedral area, and soldiers in the surrounding camps awoke with alarm. They grabbed their guns and shields and got up, only to find that the number of people assembled was far less than expected. Several captains were still mingling with noble ladies. Hearing the shouts, they were immediately bewildered.

The campfire was kicked away, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Despite the overwhelming noise, the Blue Swordsman felt as if he had been abandoned by the world. The surroundings were eerily quiet. He had never imagined that one day he would be so close to the King of the Era. According to the predictions of the true giants, once the King of the Era returned to the throne, only a multitude of hegemons of the same era, with the gathering of powerful forces and a massive army of top-tier warriors, would be qualified to contend with him.

"It seems we'll have time to spar a bit," Jiang He said calmly.

"Can we surrender?" the blue swordsman replied, laughing and crying at the same time.

Jiang He shook his head and said coldly, "Running away will only lead to a more miserable death. I have just advanced to the Heroic Age, draw your sword."

Blue Swordsman gritted his teeth. If he were to die in a direct battle, it was obvious how much morale the royal army would have left.

(End of this chapter)