Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 9 Qualified Battlefield Veterans
"Okay, I won't waste your time. You can get the life-saving skills you can redeem with your merits while you still have time. Get familiar with them quickly."

After Dulong finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards his residence.

Gao Yang did not hesitate. After saying goodbye to Dulong, he quickly walked back to his residence.

After closing the wooden door and inserting the bolt, Gao Yang sat down beside the bed.

Gao Yang took out two scrolls and slowly tore open one of them.

"You used the universal skill scroll 'Block'. Do you want to learn this skill?"

"Yes."

"You learned 'block'."

Block LV1:

You can use weapons/shields to block attacks from your opponent. When your strength is one/two times weaker than your opponent's, the block will most likely fail.

There is not much description, just one sentence has fully demonstrated the key points of this skill.

As the scroll turned into a stream of light and entered Gao Yang's body, Gao Yang suddenly found that many memories about how to use weapons or block attacks with bare hands emerged in his mind.

These memories emerged rapidly and quickly turned into nutrients that were absorbed thoroughly by him.

In just a few minutes, Gao Yang had roughly mastered how to block most effectively.

"You used the general skill scroll 'Heavy Attack'. Do you want to learn this skill?"

"Yes"

Heavy Attack LV1:

After a short period of charging, swing the weapon with force. This attack can cause up to double the damage.

The same scene appeared again.

Gao Yang rubbed his temples. He had absorbed too much knowledge in a short period of time, causing his brain to feel overwhelmed.

However, it's all worth it.

The introductions to these two skills are extremely concise, but Gao Yang did not underestimate them.

It was this extremely concise and even somewhat sloppy introduction that allowed Gao Yang to judge that what he was experiencing was not a strict game, but a real adventure in another world.

The existence of these skill scrolls is more to speed up the speed at which players like them master skills.

In the end, how the skills are used, how they are exerted, and how effective they are depends on the users.

Similarly, the enemies he faced did not have health bars, nor did they have a mechanism to forcibly deduct health.

Gao Yang waved his bare hands twice, and after feeling the dormant power in his body, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

After bidding farewell to the hustle and bustle of the city, Gao Yang felt his most primitive power so clearly and intuitively for the first time. This power fascinated him.

Gao Yang sat on the bed and relaxed for a while, then took out his sword and began to swing it meticulously.

However, this time, he was not only swinging and slashing, but also trying to combine the memories in his mind to use the broad blade of the greatsword to block.

time flies.

As the low horn sounded, Gao Yang put away his sword and walked to the west of the city with ease.

The same exit from the city, the same mumbling, the same radiance, the same crazy chanting.

But the difference is Gao Yang. At this moment, he is no longer an ordinary person, but a real warrior.

Faced with the mumbling after leaving the city, the fighting spirit in Gao Yang's body spontaneously condensed, slightly reducing the mumbling in his mind.

Looking at the old believers rushing towards him frantically, Gao Yang gripped his sword tightly, and the fighting spirit in his body spontaneously circulated with his movements, blessing his body.

With the increase of fighting spirit, Gao Yang found that the sword in his hand became a little lighter. Although not much, it made him swing the sword more smoothly.

After Dulong took the lead in engaging in battle with the fanatic in front of him, Gao Yang also rushed forward. The sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the air, and the sharp blade flashed past the neck of the old believer.

The head shot up into the sky.

"Is this a heavy blow?"

Gao Yang could feel that the lethality of the previous sword was much greater than the power of his original sword swing.

It was precisely because of this that the power and speed of his sword exceeded normal, which allowed him to directly behead the old believer with one sword. Dulong looked at Gao Yang in surprise. He naturally saw that Gao Yang had just used a heavy attack.

But he didn't expect Gao Yang to be able to master the newly acquired skills so quickly.

But after a moment of surprise, Dulong raised his saber and shouted, "Follow me!"

Gao Yang quickly picked up his sword and followed.

The third time he stepped onto the battlefield, Gao Yang became even calmer.

Even during the battle, he had time to observe these so-called Old Believers.

They were all tall and strong, but Gao Yang could vaguely see in them what they looked like before they became Old Believers.

"So, the so-called Old Believers are just ordinary people?"

Gao Yang dodged the attack of a long-handled hoe, and slashed with his sword, directly cutting off the head of the old believer who was attacking him.

"So, what exactly caused these ordinary people to become the mindless fanatics they are now?"

Gao Yang has no answer to this question yet.

But he doesn't need to deliberately look for the so-called answers. As long as his strength continues to improve, he believes that the answers will open up to him on their own.

The killing continued. Gao Yang followed behind Dulong, as if he had turned into a ruthless beheading machine. One after another, fanatical heads fell under his sword.

As night fell, the believers retreated.

Gao Yang leaned on his sword, looking at his old believers who had no regrets, and seemed to be thinking about something.

This feeling gave Gao Yang a sense of déjà vu.

But ultimately due to his own limitations, Gao Yang did not figure out where this sense of déjà vu came from.

Gao Yang casually drew his sword, turned around and walked towards the city gate, while cleaning up the battlefield with Dulong.

As Gao Yang was sweeping, he paused.

He stuck his sword into the blood-soaked soil and slowly squatted down.

In front of him was a middle-aged man with a square face. His face was pale and his eyes were wide open. There was a strong sense of unwillingness, fear, and even a trace of imperceptible relief in his eyes.

"It's old Duterte. I didn't expect that he died here too." Dulong stood beside Gao Yang, looking at old Duterte who died with his eyes open, he showed a trace of obvious sadness.

Gao Yang still remembered that when they surrounded and killed the fanatics yesterday, it was this old Duterte who looked upright and righteous. He grabbed the fanatic from behind and hugged him around the waist, restricting the movement of his body and creating a great opportunity for Gao Yang to behead him.

Unexpectedly, just one night later, old Duterte was buried in this bloody battlefield.

Dulong squatted down and put his hand into Lao Dute's arms.

After groping for a while, he took out a wrinkled gray-yellow paper folded into a square from old Dutt's arms.

"Dutt has a very lovely daughter, who is now being raised by her aunt, Dutt's sister.

Old Duterte’s biggest dream is to drive the old days out of our world.

Ha, Gao Yang, don’t you think it’s funny that a skinny and timid private tutor would actually sign up to be a garrison and start resisting the invasion of the old times.

I still remember when he first came here, he was so scared that he cried, and it was really funny."

Dulong laughed loudly for a long time before he gradually stopped. His bloodshot eye was filled with a creepy cold light as he stared at the darkness in the distance.

"Don't worry, old Duterte. I'll take care of your share. By the way, I'll take good care of your daughter."

Dulong placed the blood-stained yellow paper inside his clothes, close to his chest, and then slowly stood up.

Gao Yang was silent for a moment, then reached out and brushed Old Duterte's face.

When he took his hand away, Old Duterte's eyes were already closed, and even his face looked much calmer.

"In our hometown, there is a curse called 'die with eyes wide open'. Old Duterte should not be cursed by this."

Gao Yang swallowed the fishy smell in his throat and said word by word: "Old Duterte, you can go with peace of mind. As for the old days, leave it to us."

He drew his sword, stepped over old Dutt's body, walked away stepping on the bloody soil.

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