Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 142 Those Who Surrender to the Serpent Demon
Under the dim moonlight, Habisa's five-man squad was engaged in a fierce battle with the swordsman Puta Card.

Habisa had to admit that the swordsman Putahka had chosen an extremely insidious moment. The longsword, emitting black smoke, was almost invisible in the already dark night. In addition, Putahka's skills were as elusive as a ghost, and for a time, the five people were completely suppressed by one person.

"Why!"

Habisa couldn't understand why this former Sun God Warrior would betray the Serpent Demon. They should have fought against evil together, but Ptahka had instead sided with evil.

Clearly, this Ptahka is stronger than him.

"You're already level 30, you'll soon reach the Sword Saint level, why..."

"Reach Sword Saint level? What good will reaching Sword Saint level do? What will they give you? What will you gain?"

Ptahka scoffed, but continued swinging his sword.

“Foolish Habisa, you still have the mind of a farmer, so you still can’t understand that those temple priests are just using you…”

"Ah."

Habisa paid no attention to these words of persuasion to surrender, after all, those green-skinned monsters often shouted the same thing before they died.

The serpent demon's soldiers are probably all like this; they always act as if everyone else has been used, as if they are the only ones in the world who are clear-headed.

"And what about you! What have you gained by siding with the Serpent Demon?!"

"I?"

Ptahka looked at the black longsword in his hand.

"I have gained true power!"

With a roar, Ptahka swung his greatsword, the blade pointing directly at the spearman Totmas.

As Habiza's comrade-in-arms, Totmas's martial arts skills were naturally superb. The spear in his hands was as light as straw, yet as venomous as a bee sting. As the spear shaft was pulled back, the easily broken wooden shaft avoided the sword's edge, while the foot-long spear blade was already entangled with the sword blade.

With just a twist of the spear, the longsword emitting black smoke would be disarmed and thrown from the hand. This was the spearman Tothmas's signature technique – the Arm of Anumut!
Anumt was a servant of the gods with an elephant's head. It is said that the long trunk of the elephant was Anumt's third arm, and that he could even pluck stars from the sky.

Thomas's attack was similar; this unexpected method of disarming had never failed. No one would have thought that a spearman could use such skillful techniques. By the time they realized it, it was too late.

Just like now, a hint of surprise appeared on Puta's face.

But immediately, that astonishment turned into a sinister grin.

The reason is that what is flying out now is not a longsword emitting black smoke.

Instead, it was half a sharp bronze spearhead.

The bronze spear was clearly tangled in the sword, but the sharp blade sliced ​​through the spearhead as easily as cutting through reeds.

Then, two more sword strikes followed, and the hardwood spear shaft was reduced to a broken stick.

"you……"

Seeing that the longsword emanating black smoke was about to strike Totmas's neck, Habisa hurriedly threw his shield—even though the shield was also cleaved in mid-air, the heavy half of the shield still slammed into Totmas, knocking the unarmed spearman away from the sword's edge.

The spearmen had lost their weapons, which was already a significant loss. In just one encounter, Habisa's squad had lost one of its combatants.

Aside from Imhotepsa, the healer who was not good at fighting, Habiza's team consisted of only three people: the strongman Gebton, the archer Nephthys, and Habiza himself.

"We absolutely must not take it head-on; his sword is terrifying."

With his shield gone, Habisa held his sword in one hand, the pressure increasing dramatically. But Putahka gave them no chance to discuss a battle plan. Holding his black longsword, Putahka charged forward once more—and this time, Putahka's target was none other than Habisa, now without his shield.

Without a shield, relying only on a one-handed longsword, how could Habisa, at only level 25, possibly withstand the power of a level 30 opponent?

"You seem to be... underestimating us a bit."

Just as his longsword was severed, Habisa, now only a broken sword, suddenly opened his eyes wide in fury.

"We are invincible!"

With a roar, the heavy axe was swung out from the side!

"Zheng——"

With a piercing sound, the black sword blade was jammed directly onto the axe blade!
"It's now!"

Boom! Thud!
With two twangs of the bowstring, two arrows suddenly appeared in Ptahka's chest.

After that, a powerful kick sent Ptahka flying.

Yes, the reason Habisa chose to fight despite knowing the difference in their levels was because he knew very well that Putahka was not invincible.

Even though Ptahka possesses terrifying strength at over level 30, he has comrades-in-arms and partners who share life and death with him!
When they look out for each other, they are invincible.

"you……"

The critically wounded and dying Ptahka, his eyes bloodshot, struggled to pull out an arrow and threw it at the seemingly inconspicuous Imhotepsa, the healer of the sun god, who was treating the spearman Tosmat in the distance.

But just as Imhotepsa was facing the threat of death and was at a loss, Thomast, who was being treated, raised his arm.

At the cost of a penetrating wound in his arm, Thomas shielded his companion from this fatal blow.

Thus, Hassabi's team once again declared victory.

However, this victory did not come without a price. The spearman Tosmat was seriously injured, and the weapons of the strongman Gebton and the swordsman Habisa were all destroyed. Although no one died in this dangerous battle, they still suffered heavy losses.

If there is a loss, it is natural to try to recover it.

So they turned their attention to Ptahka's body.

First of all, the corpse itself is important intelligence. As long as the news of someone's betrayal is brought back, it will be a great achievement. The sword on the corpse no longer emits black energy, but instead shines with a chilling light under the moonlight.

Without a doubt, this is an absolutely rare and precious sword.

If you can get your hands on it, you will become more and more courageous and invincible in the days to come.

"so……"

Swordsman Habisa instinctively wanted to speak, after all, he himself was a swordsman, and it was only right for him to take this precious sword.

However, at that moment, the spearman Thomas suddenly spoke up.

"I've wanted to become a swordsman for a long time!"

Thomas looked at the sword on the ground with excitement.

"Now that my spear is broken, it's a good time to change professions!"

(End of this chapter)