Scourge Messenger

Chapter 308 Do you want something to eat?

"Ignore the three-shot and five-shot targets, shoot them directly!" the Yaksha assassin roared.

Before Yan Qing could react, he heard a loud shout and looked up to see a group of people fighting on the edge of the mud pit, their bodies covered in excrement... yellow mud.

Do you really have to fight here?

Yan Qing was still somewhat shaken. When the stone chair was rising, he was fine and could sit steadily on it. But when the stone chair descended and lost weight, Yan Qing went numb. There were no safety bars or ropes, and the only thing he could hold onto were the two slippery, semi-circular stone balls on the armrests! They weren't even as big as the Pharmacist's!
Even with all his might, he couldn't leave a fingerprint on the stone ball. He could only rely on the thin friction to keep his body in place as he plummeted. He floated up in the middle of the fall, and when he suddenly stopped halfway down, he almost flew out. He almost turned the drop tower ride into a ropeless bungee jump.

When the stone chair finally landed on the ground, Yan Qing was soaked in sweat. Even the golden lock trap he encountered with Master Suolong in the third mission wasn't this thrilling. If he had the chance to travel back in time, he would definitely find the planner who designed this drop tower and drag him out to his death.

As for why the stone chairs splatter everywhere when they fall, that's clearly the true meaning of the drop tower: either the player jumps down and gets covered in mud, or they splatter mud on others. Either way, it can easily trigger a dark duel.

Putting aside the fact that the visuals are too disgusting, if you were a spectator, watching a bunch of shit-people dueling would probably be quite interesting.

However, unexpectedly, the mud dissolved the defensive barrier and shoved it all over their faces. Fortunately, Yan Qing didn't jump down because he had the Mountain Heart Mirror, otherwise he would have been vomiting from all seven orifices.

Yan Qing glanced around and quickly discerned the composition of both sides: a group of archers wearing demon masks, facing off against a dark-skinned woman with mud smeared on her face. He didn't have the bad habit of meddling, so he decided to cross his legs and watch the show. Aside from the slightly pungent smell, the stone chair was quite a good spot for observation.

Boom! A clean stone path suddenly rose from the mud, extending from the stone bench to the outside of the mud pit. Yan Qing was worried about how to get out; after all, even with a strong heart, he would find it hard to have the courage to step into a muddy swamp that might submerge his nose.

But he wasn't the only one who saw the path; the Yaksha assassin opposite him also noticed it, and he casually pointed and said, "Shoot him."

The Yaksha assassin didn't take Yan Qing seriously. Although they didn't know Yan Qing's strength, the only way to get out of the stone chair was along this straight stone path; stepping into the mud would be suicide. With such a fixed route, there was no reason for [Bull's Eye] to miss.

The reason for shooting the witness was not to prevent the information from being leaked, but to prevent any unexpected events that would allow Murong Hui to escape.

Upon hearing the sound, two archers drew their bows and aimed at Yan Qing's body. Yan Qing raised an eyebrow, carefully examined the large bows in their hands, and sat relaxed on the stone chair without moving, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Murong Hui, who was chasing the archer, was stunned when she saw this, and called out in a moment: "Hey, are you scared out of your wits? Can't you even dodge, you idiot?"

clank!

【Bull's Eye】pierced through the sky, and within a distance of less than thirty steps, the iron arrow almost turned into a cannonball and instantly blasted into Yan Qing!

*Thud. Thud.* Two massive iron arrows fell before Yan Qing, without even causing a ripple in the defensive barrier. Yaksha was stunned. It was normal for [Bull's Eye] to be blocked; any sufficiently powerful defensive artifact could achieve that. But why wasn't it even slightly shaken? And why were the arrowheads completely undamaged? If they had hit the barrier, the arrowheads should have shattered!
If they had used tokens to attack, Yan Qing wouldn't have been so calm. However, the Mountain Heart Mirror is least afraid of weapons made by the locals.

As long as the damage is not caused by the token, the Mountain Heart Mirror is harmless. This is immunity at the rule level. Even if the [Bull's Eye] arrow pierces through the Iron City Gate, it cannot shake Yan Qing in the slightest!

“I didn’t actually intend to contact you this time, nor did I want to get involved in your petty squabbles. Who knows what grudges you have?” Yan Qing stood up from the stone chair, holding two Flame Pattern Seven Star Swords in his hands. “However, since you’ve made the choice for me, it’s saved me a lot of trouble… Let’s kill them.”

Who is he talking to? Is there anyone else here? The Yaksha assassin was startled. A snake tongue extended from his mouth beneath his mask, instantly sensing all traces of heat—this is a demon, this is a demon, this is also a demon… Apart from the people around the stone pillar, there was no one else within a hundred feet. Is he bluffing me?
A scream suddenly rang out from behind. The Yaksha assassin turned around and was shocked to see two skeletal dragons that had been standing still nearby attacking the archer team! The skeletal dragons attacked fiercely, shattering half of the archers' barrier with just two claws!
"How could you be so careless!?" Even the usually calm Yaksha assassin was dumbfounded. What terrible teammates! Why did they have to provoke demons at this time?

"We didn't; they attacked us suddenly!"

The arrival of the two dragon servants completely disrupted the assassins' tactical plans, forcing them to fight individually. At this point, the only one who could break the deadlock was the Yaksha assassin, the strongest of the seven. If he could eliminate the two dragon servants first, he could turn the tide of the battle!

But a flash of sword light stopped him in his tracks.

clang!
The Flame Pattern Seven Star Sword was blocked by the eerie, sinister longsword. Yaksha turned to look at Yan Qing, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow: "If you had known better, you could have lived a little longer."

Yan Qing looked at the dense demonic energy on his longsword and raised an eyebrow: "The demonic path? Does it have a name?" "Thirty years ago, the Master of Happy Forest was unparalleled in the world with his demonic sword."

As soon as they clashed, the Yaksha assassin realized that his opponent was no ordinary person.

His demonic blade possesses a core power that allows him to significantly increase his vital energy during combat, reaching a level where brute force can overcome skill. Over the years, anyone who has tried to block the demonic blade has been crushed along with their weapon! Yes, not interrupted, but crushed. The weapon may be unharmed, but the person wielding it simply cannot withstand his powerful demonic blade energy and is directly overwhelmed by its immense strength!
However, this strange man wrapped in bandages was actually no less powerful than him!
His dual swords weren't the most exquisite the Yaksha assassin had ever seen, but thanks to his blood and qi far exceeding that of a third-tier assassin, the Yaksha assassin couldn't find any openings. He always maintained a balance of one sword for defense and the other for attack, blocking the demonic blades wielded by the Yaksha assassin with just one hand, then striking out with an opportune moment. It was a shield-sword tactic using dual swords, only more unpredictable, switching between offense and defense at will, seeking no merit but avoiding mistakes. For a time, the Yaksha assassin was completely helpless against him.

After several rounds of combat, the Yaksha assassin realized that his demonic blade hadn't even touched his opponent once. Although he still had a chance of winning if he continued, since dual swords consumed far more energy than a single blade, and the moment his opponent showed signs of fatigue would be the moment he sealed the victory, the Yaksha assassin's target wasn't this stranger who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and exploded with excrement. Besides, so much time had passed; the others should have dealt with the two skeletal dragons by now.

"Help me!"

The back was suddenly injured, and half of the defensive barrier instantly collapsed.

The Yaksha assassin glanced over out of the corner of his eye and was shocked to find that all the archers behind him were dead, and only one dragon servant was left attacking his back.

wrong!

The skeletal dragon was clearly only a second-tier demon, so it was one thing that they couldn't handle it, but how could it possibly be defeated?

Furthermore, according to intelligence from the Demon Gathering Lands, even if the demons here are triggered into an attack state, they won't target you unless you actively attack them. Of course, you still can't avoid area-of-effect splash damage, but the demons won't specifically target you.

He clearly didn't touch the skeletal dragon, so why would it attack him? The archers just said they didn't attack the skeletal dragon either, and logically speaking, they shouldn't be causing trouble at such a crucial moment...

In a flash, the Yaksha assassin realized a possibility, stared wide-eyed at Yan Qing, and his eyes behind the mask revealed disbelief and terror: "It's you, it's you!"

Just now, that bandaged monster gave the order 'Kill them' to someone, and then the skeletal dragon attacked the archers. No one had ever been able to do anything like that before, so even the Yaksha assassin hadn't expected... that someone could command the demons of the Gathering Places!
How many more demons can he command?
Why is he able to command demons?

Who is he? ?
Thinking this through, the Yaksha assassin no longer hesitated and turned to flee. Although failure meant certain death, staying here was also certain death. Murong Hui would remain in the Demon Gathering Land for a few more days, so he might still have a chance! Moreover, compared to Murong Hui, the appearance of a strange person who could command demons in the Demon Gathering Land might be a more valuable piece of information!

But before the Yaksha assassin could take two steps, a gurgling sound came from his throat. He pressed tightly against the wound gushing from his throat, trembling as he took out a blood-replenishing pill and stuffed it into his mouth, but he couldn't even swallow it.

The defensive barrier remains... His weapon isn't a magical artifact... My injuries can't be healed... What is this...? This is...!
The Yaksha assassin turned to look at Yan Qing, who had sheathed his sword, his eyes filled with longing. He wanted to speak, to reveal who Yan Qing really was; he didn't want to take this secret to the underworld… but the blood in his throat had finally dried up.

Yan Qing ignored the Yaksha assassin lying in a pool of blood; he looked at the remaining Dragon Servant. This was a newly summoned Dragon Servant, unable to be resurrected, and its attributes had increased by 100/100. After three "Return from Death" enhancements, the Dragon Servant's combat power was comparable to a third-tier Demon King, so it was normal that these assassins couldn't defeat it.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded beside him. Just as Yan Qing gripped the hilt of his sword, a very elastic body hugged him.

"You can actually command demons? That's amazing!"

Murong Hui excitedly shook Yan Qing: "I am Murong Hui, the granddaughter of Master Zi Jie. You saved my life. I'll protect you for life after we get out! How did you command the demons? Can you tell me? I can give you money! Any amount of money is fine. I can ask the ancestor for anything you want! Tell me, tell me!"

Looking at Murong Hui's face covered in stinky mud, and seeing the new clothes Shang Xinlei bought for him stained with yellow mud, Yan Qing didn't care that his defensive barrier was being silently melted away. He only felt a stream of yellowish-brown air rushing towards him, and a strong feeling of nausea surged up his throat. He suddenly bent over and vomited.

Murong Hui was startled. She smelled the odor on her own body and couldn't help but gag, vomiting all over the floor.

Yan Qing finished vomiting, but she was still vomiting. It was surprising that this person, with such a small stomach, could eat so much. Murong Hui noticed his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then shifted her feet slightly: "Do you want to eat something?"

(End of this chapter)