The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

"Ow!!"

A shrill wolf howl was heard, and seven or eight gray wolves suddenly jumped out of the rustling jungle. The leader was blue-gray in color, with a long and narrow scar running from his eye to his jaw.

A ferocious aura rushed towards him, and the huge feeling of oppression made Alan's face turn pale, and he held the sword tightly in his hand.

"Master, you go first!"

Sean Avery drew out his bright silver sword and quickly stood in front of Alan to protect him. Veins popped out of his thick arms, and his fierce aura was almost as strong as that of the wolf leader.

"It's just a few wolf cubs."

Alan exerted a little force with his right foot, and then kicked hard. Dust flew up, covering the eyes of many gray wolves. Taking this opportunity, Sean Avery swung the sword in his hand.

"Swish, swish", the two gray wolves died instantly, blood gushed out of their throats, staining the cold ground red.

"Ow!"

Seeing this, the leader wolf couldn't hold back any longer, and leaped forward to fight with Sean Avery, his sharp claws hitting the enchanted sword, and they were inseparable for a moment.

"The strength of an apprentice knight."

Looking at the four gray wolves that were surrounding him step by step, Alan knew that he could not just sit there and wait for death, so he relied on his own agility to move flexibly.

Fighting one against four, as time slowly passed, Alan was panting and his strength was rapidly declining. At this moment, one of the gray wolves leaped and pounced, and its teeth emitting cold light were close at hand.

Smelling the strong stench, Alan leaned back, slid forward, and pointed the sword in his hand straight up to the sky, piercing the sky.

"Wow!"

The long sword with a copper brain, iron bones and tofu waist and a little bit of refined gold cut through the soft belly of the gray wolf, and blood spurted out, splashing all over Alan's face.

Alan wiped the blood off his face and confronted the three gray wolves with his sharp edge. No one dared to act rashly. They all had reservations. "Ding", a pleasant sound was heard.

[Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people, the host strangled the gray wolf, maintained peace in one area, and gained a share of merit! ]

Name: Allen Habsburg (Shen Yuanliang)
Strength: 3.8+ (an adult's strength is 1)

Physique: 2.9+
Agility: 3.6+
Merit Points: 1
"Deep Blue, add some points! Give me some agility."

A sudden inspiration came to Alan, who called out to the panel. As his merits reappeared and turned to zero, a mysterious energy flowed through his limbs and bones. In an instant, his body became as light as a swallow, and his legs became much lighter.

Agility increased from 3.6 to 4.6, further narrowing the gap with lower-level knights.

"Okay, okay!!"

The root of Alan's past incarnation was the "Golden Lotus Seed of Merit". As long as he gathered supreme merit, he would get the first-grade lotus platform, the second-grade lotus platform, and so on, until the twelfth grade.

In this process, the improvement of martial arts is only incidental. He can improve his strength without practicing. Now he can finally enjoy the treatment of a time traveler!
"kill!"

With his strength increasing rapidly, Alan took the initiative and rushed forward with a sword in hand.

Thanks to his agility, Alan remained unharmed when attacked by three gray wolves. Instead, they suffered many wounds deep enough to see the bones.

A quarter of an hour later, in the desolate wilderness, the gray wolves that had been fierce and brutal before lay on the stiff ground, their lifeless eyes telling of their inner unwillingness. They were also facing the same strength of apprentice knights, one against four, and they lost.

[Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people, the host strangled the gray wolf, maintained peace in one area, and obtained three merits! ]

"Dark Blue, add some more."

Allen, who was extremely insecure, could not wait to add points, one point to strength and two points to physique. His aura kept rising, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the lower knight.
Strength: 4.8+ (an adult's strength is 1)

Physique: 4.9+
Agility: 4.6+
Merit Points: 0
"Da da!"

At this moment, the sound of hurried horse hooves was heard, and the butler Morton Frank came hurriedly with a dozen soldiers, his weathered eyes filled with anxiety.

Holding the reins with both hands, Frank turned over and dismounted, looked up and down at Alan who was covered in blood, and asked, "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's all the blood of those beasts." Alan, exhausted, urged, holding the sword in his hand: "Hurry, help Sir Avery and keep the wolf leader."

"Yes, Lord Baron."

With the assistance of more than a dozen soldiers, the leader wolf, who had the strength of a lower-level knight, whimpered, and collapsed in the grass with a bang.

"Lord Baron!"

Sir Sean Avery put the sword into the scabbard and looked at the murderous Alan, feeling very relieved.

Facing one against four, Alan bravely fought against four gray wolves with the strength of an apprentice knight. Both his own strength and his courage in the face of strong enemies showed that he had grown up.

Wiping the blood off the sword, Allen said expressionlessly, "Grandpa Frank, take these giant wolves back."

“You carry the load, and I ride the horse;
Welcoming the sunrise and sending off the sunset.

Stepping down the bumps into the road,
After overcoming all the difficulties, we set out again and again. "

Humming a happy song, Alan rode his tall horse through the clean streets. Behind him, many soldiers carried the corpse of the giant wolf, and mottled blood dripped all the way to the castle.

"Open the city gate quickly!"

The heavy city gate slowly opened with the help of a noose, and Alan stepped into the castle under the awed gaze of the gatekeepers.

Along the way, whether it was the groom who fed the horses or the servant who washed the clothes, they all knelt on the ground trembling with fear, no longer daring to treat Alan as a child, and the whole castle was no longer in a panic.

In the dangerous North, force is the only option. From today on, Alan will go from being a baron in name to a "real" baron.

"Today is a good day." With his hands propped on the weathered stone, Alan turned around and said, "Grandpa Frank, arrange for someone to cook these gray wolves. Everyone will have a share."

Relaxation in moderation is the best way.

This banquet was not only to celebrate Allen's victory over the gray wolf that threatened the territory, but also to appease the retainers and servants who had served the Habsburgs for generations and to calm people's hearts.

"Bring out the rum. I won't go home until I'm drunk."

The night was dim, and torches as thick as arms illuminated the dark castle. On the long table, Alan ate barbecue with relish. Strands of energy tempered his skin, flesh and bones, and his strength gradually increased.

In the open space, soldiers gathered in groups of three or four, eating sizzling barbecue and drinking slightly sweet rum.

The lively banquet lasted for two full hours before it ended.

"Da da!"

The moon was at its zenith, and Alan was walking alone in the dark corridor. Under the flickering firelight, his long shadow was reflected on the wall covered with spider webs.

Turning the corner, a ghostly shadow flashed by, and a tall and thin man wearing a cloak and a mask, holding a sharp dagger, rushed towards Allen.

There is only one step between the two of them. It is dangerous, extremely dangerous! (End of this chapter)