I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 339 Victory
Monokuma was furious about the actions of his own leader, Headhunter, but he had no other recourse but to be angry. He could only turn his head resentfully to look at the two knights in another direction.

These two knights inflicted significant casualties on the players. Although their charge went slightly off course, they still managed to knock away and kill four heavily armored players who were blocking their way.

Such losses are heavy. If it were an infantry battle, the Leterian would have to lose at least twenty or thirty spearmen and swordsmen to have any chance of taking down these four player heavy infantry.

They killed these four heavy infantrymen with just one charge, which was an incredibly good deal for them.

However, the camp of the Reteria army was not a suitable place for galloping. After the two knights killed four enemies by crashing and stabbing, they also crashed into something they shouldn't have because they were charging too fast.

One knight crashed into a snow-covered carriage, while another crashed into a barricade that his own men had moved and placed in the middle of the road, causing both rider and horse to fall over.

The horse was definitely dead, but Monokuma couldn't see what would happen to the knight, nor was he interested in observing any further, because there were more important things for him to deal with than these two tin cans.

Those crossbowmen who are still raining arrows on the players are the real trouble.

"You, and you two, go and kill those two tin cans! The rest of you, follow me!"

Monokuma randomly selected two men to deal with the fallen knights, while he shouldered his longsword and continued his charge towards the barricades, where spearmen and archers were waiting to be killed.

The arrows continued to fall, as dense as snowflakes, but they had no effect on Monokuma. His scale armor was so well-protected that even his armpits were protected.

Furthermore, Monokuma doesn't wear just one piece of armor; he wears three layers. The outermost layer is the Vermilion Bird Set Fish Scale Armor, which is extremely strong. The next layer is high-quality fine leather armor, and the last layer is cotton armor, which has the functions of cushioning and keeping warm.

With these three layers of protection, unless directly hit by artillery fire, Monokuma would have a high chance of survival even if he were stabbed by a lance during a high-speed charge by the Iron Can.

Therefore, the rain of arrows had little effect on Monokuma. Amidst the continuous impacts, he could even witness the peculiar sight of broken arrows bouncing off his body.

When Monokuma approached the barricade, the crossbowmen stopped firing at him to prevent friendly fire, and the pressure then fell on the spearmen in front of him.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The spearmen let out desperate and hysterical screams, a mixture of fear, cold, and the last vestiges of madness.

They saw the giant, covered in crimson scales and charging like a demon from hell, and instinctively thrust out their cold spears with all their might, a row of sharp spearheads pointing directly at the unstoppable figure.

However, to the black and white bear, their movements were too slow, too sluggish, like a slow-motion scene in an Indian movie.

Fear froze their hands and feet, and the heavy winter clothes and frostbitten limbs made their movements distorted and powerless, so much so that the spears they thrust out were crooked and uncoordinated, more of a desperate block than an attack.

Monokuma didn't even bother to parry. He ignored the spears aimed at his chest, abdomen, shoulders, and arms. The fine and tough scales of his Vermilion Bird Fish Armor, like the most durable dragon scales, easily deflected the spear tips.

The clanging sounds mingled together, like dense hailstones pounding on a tin roof, scattering sparks. The spear tips grazed the armor plates, leaving only shallow white marks, unable to penetrate the triple protection.

Monokuma had only his target in his eyes... Tearing through this fragile defense, his massive body, propelled by the momentum of his charge, crashed into the spear formation like an out-of-control chariot!
"Oh!"

With a dull thud, the two spearmen at the front were sent flying backward with screams, as if they had been gored by a charging bull, knocking down their companions behind them and causing a small commotion.

But this is just the beginning.

Just as the spearmen lost their footing due to the impact and their formation became even more scattered, the heavy longsword that Monokuma wielded, taller than a man, finally moved.

It was no longer a burden dragged behind, but transformed into a crimson storm of death!
"Whoosh... Buzz..."

The Mo Dao tore through the air, emitting a deep and terrifying hum. Driven by the black and white bear's ferocious power, the heavy blade transformed into a crimson streak that swept across the battlefield.

The target was the swarm of spears in front of them, a chaotic jumble of panicked spears.

Click...

The sickening cracking sounds rang out like popping beans. The tough wooden spear shafts were as fragile as withered branches in front of the indestructible Mo Dao. One spear after another was cut in half like wheat stalks being harvested by an invisible giant scythe. The broken spearheads, along with half of the wooden shafts, spun and flew into the air.

Then Monokuma turned around in the direction of the Mo Dao's swing, and after 180 degrees, he swung the Mo Dao again, demonstrating to the enemy how the Whirlwind Double Slash was performed.

The second terrifying sweep directly passed over the bodies of the spear-wielding soldiers.

The sound of blades piercing flesh and breaking bones followed immediately. The incomparably sharp blade of the Mo Dao easily tore through the spearmen's thin winter clothes and leather armor.

Several soldiers in the front row were cut like butter by a hot knife. Some were cut in half at the waist, their upper bodies sliding down with horrified expressions, their internal organs and blood splattering all over the ground. Others had their arms or legs severed, the severed limbs flying up as they screamed and fell to the ground.

Even worse, some had their chests shattered by the immense force, collapsing and flying backward, spitting out blood and foam.

Several huge and cruel scarlet flowers bloomed instantly on the snow. Broken spears, shattered armor, severed limbs, and internal organs mixed with scalding blood were splashed on the cold snow, steaming up pungent white vapor.

The desperate screams and dying groans instantly drowned out the sound of the wind and snow!

Black and White Bear was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep. He tore a gap in the spearmen's formation with just two strikes and continued his charge, his massive body carving a bloody path through the crowd.

In his hands, the Mo Dao no longer needed sophisticated techniques; it was simply the most basic and violent sweeping, slashing, and diagonal thrusting. Each swing was accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing, bones shattering, and desperate screams.

A spearman was cleaved in two from his helmet down to his crotch, his scalding blood and entrails splattering onto the face of his companion.

A soldier who tried to stab with a broken spear was caught by him. With his right hand holding a long-handed sword, he flicked the spearhead, sending the soldier's entire head, along with a section of his spine, flying into the air.

A soldier, stunned into silence, was then swept across by the blade brought up by the black and white bear's spinning movement, slicing him in half at the waist.

massacre.

Monokuma turned the battle into a one-sided, highly efficient massacre.

Monokuma's heavy footsteps pounded on the viscous pool of blood and fragments of internal organs, making a chilling "plop" sound. His Vermilion Bird scales were already stained dark red, with bits of flesh and frozen blood clinging to the gaps in the scales, and warm blood dripping continuously from the crimson blade.

He was like a demon crawling out of a blood-soaked hell, each heavy breath exhaling white vapor, his eyes peeking out from the gaps in his mask cold and bloodthirsty.

The spearmen's formation completely collapsed. The surviving soldiers in the back watched their comrades instantly turn into fragments on the ground, and watched the unstoppable steel demon step by step approaching through pools of blood. Their last shred of will to resist completely crumbled.

"Help, Mom..."

They dropped their broken weapons, howling and screaming as they fled desperately, pushing and trampling each other, wanting nothing more than to get away from the crimson figure that brought death and dismemberment.

Monokuma did not pursue the scattered soldiers. His gaze pierced through the pervasive blood mist and snowstorm, locking onto the nearby, violently shaking luxury tent. The commander's flag fluttering in the wind and snow became his only target.

However, although this was the only target, Monokuma did not rush towards it. Instead, he continued towards the base of the watchtower, where a large group of archers had gathered on and around the tower.

It was they who used a rain of arrows to stop the players' advance.

Clear out the mobs before fighting the boss; this is common sense for players.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

He let out a roar like a wild beast, dragging his heavy longsword behind him, the tip of which drew a scarlet line of blood on the snow. He strode across the litter of corpses and remains, launching a final assault on the watchtower base.

The archers' arrows fell sporadically behind him, but they could no longer stop the blood-soaked demon god's advance.

However, the final stretch of the road to the base was not a smooth one.

A few Leterian swordsmen, perhaps driven by a death order from their superiors, perhaps inspired by the tragic deaths of their comrades, or perhaps simply to live up to the double salary paid by the Empire, mustered their remaining courage and roared as they charged out from the wreckage on both sides.

"For the white galloping horse and the sun god!!!"

"Follow me, block him..."

They raised their leather-covered round shields, attempting to block with them, while their longswords or short spears, imbued with desperate force, stabbed at the relatively vulnerable areas of the black and white bear, such as its ribs and the backs of its legs.

But their courage seemed so pale and laughable in the face of absolute power and defense.

"Go away!"

Monokuma didn't even bother to swing his heavy broadsword; instead, he suddenly spun around and rammed his arm, which was covered by thick shoulder armor, into the ground.

A swordsman and shieldman was struck as if by a battering ram, sent flying backward along with his shield. His shield shattered, his arm twisted and deformed, and he slammed hard onto the frozen snow, instantly losing consciousness.

The moment after taking down one enemy, Monokuma's left leg, clad in an iron boot, lashed out to the right. The kick landed precisely on the knee of another swordsman and shield bearer, the sickening crack of bone clearly audible. The soldier screamed and collapsed to the ground, writhing and groaning as he clutched his twisted, deformed leg.

The weapons thrust from the other two men on the left clanged against Monokuma's fish-scale armor and leg armor plates, leaving only a few white marks without even breaking the skin.

Despite such a weak attack, Monokuma didn't even stop. He swept his right-hand broadsword low to the left.

The heavy weapon easily sliced ​​through the calf of the swordsman who hadn't been able to retreat in time, causing him to fall with a scream, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the ground red.

The last person was so frightened that he backed away and ran away.

The whole process took only two or three seconds. The four sword and shield bearers, who had mustered their last bit of courage, were crushed instantly, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Monokuma's steps were not even slowed down in the slightest.

However, just as he was less than twenty meters from the watchtower's base, and the terrified faces of the crossbowmen were clearly visible...

“Stop!!!”

Two roars, like those of dying beasts, carrying a strong stench of blood and a frenzied killing intent, suddenly exploded from the side. Two heavy, blood-soaked steel figures, like out-of-control battering rams, smashed through the pervasive blood mist and snowstorm, a mace and a longsword striking the black and white bear simultaneously.

This forced Monokuma to stop, turn around, and swing his Mo Dao to parry the two weapons.

It was those two riders who fell from their horses!
They were still alive, and they even managed to kill the two players that Monokuma sent to deal with them.

One of the knights standing before the black and white bear had lost his helmet, revealing half of his face, which was covered in blood and filthy snow and twisted into a hideous grimace. One eye was swollen shut, while the other burned with a mad flame.

His plate armor had a huge dent, its edges twisted and torn, and blood was seeping out from the gaps in the armor. He gripped a heavy mace tightly in both hands.

The other knight was in an even worse state; one of his legs was visibly twisted and deformed, forcing him to stagger forward by dragging one leg. The visor of his helmet was smashed inward, blocking his mouth and nose, and each breath was accompanied by thick blood foam and painful "hoarse" sounds.

He gripped a blood-stained, player-issue longsword, its tip still dripping blood.

Monokuma couldn't help but look back. Beside the dead warhorse behind him lay two dead players. One had his head smashed to pieces, and the other had a longsword piercing his chest. Clearly, they had been killed by the opponent's desperate fighting style while trying to finish off these two "low-health" iron cans.

Meanwhile, the other heavily armored players following behind the black and white bear, who were theoretically covering his retreat, were entangled by the spearmen and swordsmen who had been routed but had returned, and were unable to break free for the time being.

"waste."

Monokuma couldn't help but curse.

The knight, resigned to certain death, had no time for idle chatter with Monokuma. With his helmet gone, he roared, ignoring the excruciating pain from the dent in his breastplate, and swung his heavy mace with a mad, suicidal rage, smashing it down on Monokuma's head.

The hammer whistled, its power undiminished by the injury.

The other knight let out a muffled roar, dragging his crippled leg, and with an awkward but extremely swift thrust, his blood-stained longsword striking like a viper's tongue, aimed straight at the black and white bear's throat, which was not covered by plate armor.

The two knights were severely wounded, unable to move easily, and their equipment was damaged; they should have been at their last gasp.

But the extreme madness in their eyes, the resolute determination to trade lives for lives, and the combat skills honed through countless trials allowed them to unleash terrifying combat power far beyond the ordinary when they were on the verge of death.

Instead of using his longsword to parry the deadly spiked hammer and longsword, he suddenly thrust it backward, the massive blade tip plunging deep into the frozen snow behind him.

At the same time, his massive body advanced instead of retreating, like a runaway siege beast, charging forward on its own initiative.

The enemy was strong, but he was even stronger and more willing to fight to the death!

When faced with the oncoming mace, the black and white bear neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead took the hit head-on with its left shoulder.

At the same time, he pulled out his golden mace, a secondary weapon, from his waist and smashed it hard into the bloodied face of the knight wielding the mace, who was not protected by a helmet.

The knight's spiked mace, wielded with all his might, slammed solidly into the black and white bear's left shoulder guard, the terrifying impact causing the guard to cave in and deform, the plate emitting a piercing groan.

The immense force traveled through his shoulder armor, and Monokuma felt his entire left side go numb instantly, but he remained unmoved, and it did not affect the movement of his right hand in the slightest.

As the beast-devouring beast was shattered, the golden mace also struck the target with precision and ferocity. The knight's already mangled face instantly collapsed, and blood-soaked bone fragments and eyeballs flew off together. The knight fell backward without a sound.

Just as the black and white bear's golden mace knocked down the enemy, the blood-stained longsword arrived, piercing his right neck with a snap. The cold, metallic scraping sound was extremely grating, leaving a deep scratch on his neck guard before gliding past him.

However, this sword strike was not enough to completely cut through the armor plates of the Vermilion Bird set.

The experienced Monokuma knew very well that compared to the mace, the knight's sword was not particularly effective at penetrating armor. If the mace struck him squarely, even if it didn't kill him, the heavy blunt force would still cause serious internal injuries.

As for the Knight Sword, Monokuma was very confident that as long as he wasn't stabbed in the helmet's eye socket, this sword would definitely not kill him.

As Monokuma had predicted, the second knight's sword failed to pierce the neck guard, instead causing him, who only had one leg, to lose his balance and crash into Monokuma.

This made Monokuma grin and swing his short-handled golden mace, which landed squarely on the head of the enemy who was being led forward. The second knight's already damaged helmet couldn't withstand the blow.

With a loud metallic clang, the latter staggered back two steps, then swayed and fell to its knees, finally plunging headfirst into the snow with its rear end sticking out, and remained motionless.

The entire exchange was as swift as lightning.

The two knights' desperate combined attack was instantly thwarted by Monokuma in the most insane, direct, and effective way.

The cost was severe deformation of the left scapula, excruciating pain, damage to the neck brace, and increased repair costs.

Monokuma straightened up, ignoring the sharp pain and numbness in his left shoulder. He withdrew his golden mace, pulled out the longsword stuck in the snow, and without even glancing at the two dead knights on the ground, his gaze returned to the watchtower base that was so close at hand.

The archers witnessed the horrific sight of the two knights being crushed like demons, and screams of terror and shouts of chaos filled the air. Many of them began to drop their weapons and try to escape.

At this moment, the heavily armored players behind the black and white bear finally wiped out the spearmen who had been entangled with them. They bypassed the former, shouting incoherent slogans as they charged toward the watchtower, ready to reap the heads of the archers.

Heavy armor attacks light armor; even if the latter outnumber the light armor, they are just walking chickens in the eyes of the players, waiting to be slaughtered.

Monokuma sighed. He had just fought a fierce battle, which only lasted two or three rounds, but the intensity far exceeded when he slaughtered the spearmen before. As a result, he was now a little tired.

Tired, Monokuma lost interest in chasing the archers and turned to walk towards Reteria's base camp. Then, as he turned around, he saw a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

Elder Li of the battle group was leading a group of players into the magnificent military tent... Damn, I knew it! I was fighting so fiercely with the enemy just now, but I didn't feel any fire support from behind. They were all charging towards the boss!

Damn it, do you have to be so cunning? You sold out all the team members!
The black and white bear angrily ran towards the military tent.

More intense clanging of metal, roars, and screams soon erupted from inside the tent. Clearly, Old Li and his men had run into the guards inside, and a fight had broken out.

Upon hearing the commotion, Black Bear, without even catching his breath, shouldered his longsword, quickened his pace, and charged rumble toward the military tent.

He absolutely had to get in before that bastard Old Li stole the kills and loot. Even if he couldn't get the boss's kill, he had to at least get an assist.

Otherwise, if he's not in the victory video, wouldn't our Monokuma have fought to the death and lost out?
However, just as the black and white bear was less than ten meters from the entrance of the military tent, a muffled and violent explosion suddenly rang out from inside the tent. It was not the deafening explosion of gunpowder, but more like the sound of something viscous and hot being instantly ignited and violently expanding.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding, eerie dark red flame instantly engulfed the entire military tent. The flame was as deep as blood, with a molten white core, as if a rift in hell had opened at that moment.

The flames did not burn upwards as usual, but rather burst and spread outwards as if they were alive.

Monokuma slammed on the brakes. This familiar scene reminded him of the atmosphere explosives made with gasoline in real movies, which exploded in a similar way.

Soon, a piercing scream, inhuman and agonizing, erupted from inside the tent, mingled with the players' curses. The dark red flames, like a malignant tumor, instantly ignited the tent's thick fabric, the fur carpet inside, and the people within.

Several figures engulfed in dark red flames screamed and tumbled as they burst out of the tent entrance and through the torn gaps.

Two of them were clearly dressed as elite Reteria guards, and their plate armor emitted an eerie red glow under the flames, as if it were about to melt.

The other two were players. These two unlucky guys rolled around in the snow but couldn't put out the fire on their bodies. Before long, all four of them went silent.

Within seconds, the military tent itself was engulfed by the terrifying flames, turning into a fiercely burning, dark red bonfire, billowing thick smoke and emitting the stench of sulfur and burnt flesh.

The commander's flag atop the military tent quickly turned to ashes in the high-temperature baking.

"Old Li?!"

The black and white bear stopped in his tracks, shocked and furious, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

Old Li and the others are still inside? This military tent is a trap?!
Just as he was filled with doubt and surprise, from the shadows of the fence near the edge of the camp, a figure wearing a heavy and gorgeous mink cloak crawled out from behind a small tent that was also burning.

The man's face was covered in soot, his helmet was askew, and the half of his face that was exposed was pale and terrified. After crawling out of the fiery hell, he did not stop for a moment. He scrambled to his feet and stumbled as he tried to stand up.

Monokuma happened to spot this guy who was clearly not a player. His eyes instantly turned red, and without thinking, he pulled out the Golden Melon Hammer and threw it forcefully at the figure thirty meters away.

The golden mace flew in an arc and landed squarely behind the unusually dressed figure. The man was thrown forward and fell into the snow, struggling for a long time before he could get up.

Black and White Bear, carrying his long-handled sword, approached the man from behind, only to discover that the latter, adorned with gold and silver, was clearly no ordinary person.

He's not an ordinary person, so he's not an ordinary person. As long as this guy doesn't look like a player, that's fine. Monokuma didn't think much of it. He raised his Mo Dao and stabbed at the former with all his might, just like a spearfish.

The blade pierced through the thick mink cloak without any resistance and embedded itself deep into the body beneath.

It turns out that when a wide and long thing is thrust into the body, the person being stabbed has little strength to scream, shout, or beg for mercy.

The same thing happened to the guy who was stabbed by the black and white bear. In just a moment, the person lying on the ground became motionless, and blood quickly seeped out from under him, staining the yellowish snow red.

He died, just like a stray dog ​​hit by a car on the roadside, no one cared.

The Leterian soldiers in the camp caught fire in the central, magnificent tent, which burned down their commander's flag. They quickly lost the will to resist and surrendered to the player with their hands raised.

Only a small number of knights refused to give up. They either continued fighting until they were killed by the players, or they climbed over the wooden walls of the camp and fled into the vast snow.

Players have no interest in chasing after the escapees; they're tired and cold, and they wonder where these Leterians could possibly have gone.

Moreover, have they forgotten the atrocities they committed on this land? When they were in large groups, the locals could not do anything to them, but now, the lone and starving Lord Leteria is the perfect target for revenge.

(End of this chapter)