god of tomorrow

Adventurers are generally of low quality, living for the moment and indulging in pleasure day by day. They can't earn big money, let alone save it. Without money, there is no magic or equipment. They were wiped out by Ray's sword, with five dead or injured on the spot. Only two lucky ones were unharmed, having positioned themselves well and escaped being blown away by the strong wind.

"This is outrageous! They are all my beloved family and friends, my brothers and sisters!"

Seeing this tragic scene, Gao Wen's eyes turned red with rage. He pulled out his assassin's dagger, raised it high, and shouted, "Brothers, this woman kills without blinking an eye. She has no intention of letting us go today. Fight her to the death, or we will all die!"

There weren't many respondents. It's fine for this mob of bullies to shout slogans, but if you really ask them to risk their lives, well, sorry, I got a call from my hometown urging me to go on a blind date, so I'll have to reschedule.

In the blink of an eye, the number of people around Gao Wen decreased sharply, and it continued to decrease.

Clearly, his charisma only works when things are going well; it can't turn the tide in unfavorable situations, and it's far from enough to make adventurers risk their lives for him.

Dawn was about to step forward to help, but after receiving a signal from Gawain, he withdrew his foot.

Gawain said it wasn't a big problem; with his abilities, even if his base stats were low, he could hold his own against the female knight for a while. The adventurers were all fence-sitters; as long as the female knight seemed weak, a few of the bolder adventurers would charge at her, while the others, not wanting their brothers to get all the credit, would join the charge uninvited.

To put it bluntly, everyone is watching and waiting; they'll help whoever wins.

brush!

Another gust of sword wind pressed down, sweeping across the ground at high speed. Gao Wen reacted quickly, leaping backward to dodge.

The sword wind continued its momentum, first injuring several adventurers, and then forcing the remaining onlookers to retreat.

Ray's two sword strikes missed, which made him even angrier.

She could tell that Gawain wasn't hiding his abilities. As a third-rate formal mage, he hadn't yet mastered the skills and application of magic release. He simply didn't know how, and it wasn't something he could fake.

An assassin who was a bit too fast, but had a particularly foul mouth.

This nobody from the roadside dared to provoke her, even shouting that he would be the first to charge and make everyone else line up. He really doesn't know what's good for him.

With your meager skills, even if I stood still and charged at you, could you possibly break through?

In her rage, Ray only wanted to kill Gawain in person and show him that trash talk comes at a price. She didn't notice that Gawain rolled over and then jumped back, leading her into the heart of the adventurers' camp.

The initial encirclement has been achieved.

Inside the encirclement, the battle raged fiercely.

Gawain leaped and bounded about, harder to catch than a flea. Although he never launched a decent counterattack, he repeatedly evaded Ray's sword moves, causing all of Ray's seemingly respectable attacks to miss.

At the same time, they didn't forget to use foul language.

"This sword is no good, it's too weak!"

"That's it?"

"The girls at the club are stronger than you when they recruit men. Think about it. I'll keep the referral fee. With your qualifications, you'll definitely become a great person after training there for a while."

"If all else fails, I can charge for a tutoring class, and in less than half a month, I can train you to become an experienced professional technician."

"But you should be prepared, I don't like being tied down, so there's a high chance you'll be spending Mother's Day next year."

"Shut up!"

Ray was in a frenzy, having never seen such a difficult flea to kill. His furious hacking and slashing was seen as utterly infuriating by the other adventurers.

All talk and no action, I thought it would be something big! xN

More than one adventurer thought so. Gawain proved with his skillful positioning that Ray was just a slacker. He looked impressive, but his attacks were completely inaccurate. I could do better than that kind of talker.

Without the aura of a powerful figure, Ray's light armor and longsword were no longer intimidating. Upon closer inspection, it would be discovered that the light armor only covered the chest, abdomen, and limbs, while the uncovered areas were covered by a black elastic bodysuit that clung tightly to the skin, revealing a truly alluring figure.

This isn't light armor for knights; it's clearly designed to exploit weaknesses and help everyone overcome temptation!

That's it!

Gradually, crowds gathered, and the encirclement began to shrink.

Ray quickly noticed this scene, his disdain written all over his face, and he glanced around with contempt as if looking at a bunch of trash.

Suddenly, the encirclement shrank even further.

"Her magic is almost depleted. Those who can activate shields should step up, and those who can't should throw items."

Seeing that the time was ripe, Gao Wen, panting, gave instructions: "Brothers, don't rush in recklessly. Go in batches. Remember, I'll be the one to do the most damage. I'll be first in line."

Who are you trying to take credit for? Go cool off somewhere else! xN

"Brother Gauss, don't panic, let me warm you up first."

"Me too!"

A horde of adventurers surged forward, and in the blink of an eye, Gawain was protected behind them.

Inside the encirclement, Ray bravely faced a hundred men single-handedly, but her overwhelming numbers meant she could defend the front but not the rear. Flashbangs rained down, blinding her with white light, and her wind-based area-of-effect spells were instantly deflected by the magic shields of the adventurers in the front.

He leaped away in an attempt to escape the battle, but was then entangled and pulled down by wind magic.

Ray's strength is not enough for her to take on a hundred people by herself. When the adventurers fight individually, she is invincible and could potentially kill them all before running out of magic. However, once the adventurers are organized and disciplined, the battle immediately becomes one-sided.

"Quickly, save them!"

Maren, who was looking down from above, did not dare to delay. With a command, hundreds of new members of the retreat charged forward.

With more people, the battlefield inevitably becomes chaotic.

Adventurers are masters of chaotic battles and betraying their brothers. They thrive in numbers, stirring up trouble as they throw out smoke grenades, which quickly fill the battlefield with multicolored smoke, making it impossible to see anything.

Amidst the chaotic smoke, gunfire continued, arrows flew from all directions, shouts of battle filled the air, and flashbangs occasionally exploded, eliciting a chorus of curses.

The roars of fighting, the screams of the wounded, the cries of betrayed brothers, gunshots, and magical explosions mingled together, turning the entire underground cavern into chaos.

Mullen did not immediately join the battle. He looked at Jeff, who was holding a shield and sword, and frowned deeply: "Jeff, we are old friends. It really doesn't have to come to this."

"You're not joking right now, are you?"

Jeff, sword in one hand and shield in the other, pressed closer, saying, "We've known each other for over ten years. Don't take me for a fool. This cave isn't as simple as it seems. Now that things have come to this, do you think you can let me go?"

“Yes, as long as you join the Freshman Retreat, I will recommend you to the Lord, who happens to be short of a knight,” Maren said sincerely.

"I wouldn't dare. Your lord's church looks sinister, and I don't want to be wanted by the police."

Jeff glared at him: "With the brothers on my side now, if I beat you, I can walk away unscathed. Why get myself into this mess?"

If we can talk, great; if we can't reach an agreement, all the money is on him. Once he sells out these brothers, he can pocket the ill-gotten gains, change his identity, and start a new team.

"Oh, you think you can beat me?"

"Hahaha, over the years, we've faced off hundreds of times, big and small, and every single time I've beaten you to the ground."

"That was before..."

A dark red light shone in Malen's eyes as he charged forward with his sword, his movements as elusive as a ghost, leaving behind fragmented, flickering afterimages.

Boom!

Jeff blocked the knight's longsword with his shield, and swung his other greatsword down toward Maren's head: "It's the same now, you're still so vulnerable."

……

They've finally started fighting!

Amidst the billowing smoke, Gawain activated his Dark Vision, calmly dodging a stray arrow from his left, and sending the adventurer lunging forward flying even higher with a straight punch.

The adventurer is a typical bad teammate; he drags the team down when things are going badly and steals kills when things are going well. If it weren't for his actions, the team wouldn't be able to carry at all.

That being said, Gao Wen knew very well that the battle had only just begun. If he wanted his incompetent teammates to continue to have an easy time, he had to contribute in this battle. Hiding in the back and watching the show would only allow these teammates to be suppressed, and in the end, some would surrender, and others would be killed.

It wasn't that Gawain looked down on the adventurers; it was simply the truth. Comparing the two groups, the Freshman Retreat Society was disciplined and followed orders without question, a veritable regular army. The adventurers, despite having twice the numbers, had questionable discipline. Their impulsiveness wouldn't last, and their fatigue from prolonged attacks would lead to a one-sided massacre.

This won't do; Gao Wen is counting on these brothers to scout ahead.

The chain of tasks continues, and there's still more to earn.

Soon, Gawain found Dawn, who was pretending to be a noob in the crowd, whispered a few words in his ear, and the two went their separate ways again.

To catch a thief, first catch the kingpin; take down the two ringleaders first.

Outside the smoke-filled battlefield, Gawain crouched behind a small hill, observing the battlefield, his assassin's dagger in hand, the chameleon rune on his suit illuminating.

Blood dripped from the dagger.

The blood belonged to adventurers who deliberately showed no mercy to their own family during fights, as well as members of a retreat. Perhaps because their names contained the character "静" (jing, meaning quiet/quiet), the members were all unusually quiet, leaving without uttering a sound before they died, showing no fear of death whatsoever.

Too strange, there's something wrong with it.

The AI ​​assistant speculated that the members of the retreat were likely under some kind of mental magic, or perhaps poisoned by a kind of faith, and that the entire group had been brainwashed and turned into mindless zombies.

Regardless of the type, the monastery was not a legitimate organization, and Lord Rupert was not making money to enjoy wealth and luxury; a much bigger secret lay hidden deep within the cave.

In mid-air, a figure leaped out of the smoke, stomping through the air to reach the artificial hill where Gao Wen was.

Ray.

The female knight was in a particularly disheveled state, covered in dust and dirt, her breastplate missing, and an arrow stuck in her shoulder.

Considering that hundreds of people had just charged at her, and that she was the only one with a large crowd, it's not hard to guess why her breastplate was lost.

Gao Wen was simply curious about how she managed to turn the tables and break out of the encirclement.

Are the stories about magical girls all true?

Also, how did the female knight find him? She had only been wearing the chameleon suit for a few days, and she's already out of touch with the latest version?

"You certainly know how to pick a spot!"

Ray gritted his teeth and spoke, his eyes bloodshot, a murderous intent surging within them, as if he wanted to cut Gawain to 50 with a single sword strike.

Gao Wen shook the blood off the dagger. When it came to verbal sparring, he was confident that he was second to none: "If you like it, that's fine. After all, it's your grave. I only have the right to recommend it, not the right to live there."

"Sharp-tongued! I'll cut your tongue out right now!"

Ray laughed in fury, an invisible mental shock suddenly spreading from the depths of her eyes. Taking advantage of the moment their eyes met, she activated a hypnotic spell, shattering Gawain's mental defenses in one fell swoop.

Gawain: (?﹃?)

I was actually forced to use my most secret techniques by this kind of person!

Ray felt deeply ashamed, and with a sweep of his sword, the wind blade severed Gawain's head.

A true knight never looks back at an explosion. Ray was convinced that Gawain was dead. He raised his hand to touch his forehead, where his bangs covered a blood-red symbol that looked like a tattoo.

She just used this symbol to turn the tables and break out of the encirclement.

puff!

As he took a step forward, Ray heard the soft sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh. Just as he was thinking how good it was to die, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.