My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

Such an absurd scene,

It happened throughout the entire unit.

Most of them went into a state of mental confusion.

Fortunately, Commander Cyril reacted promptly.

He was the first to tear off a strip of cloth and cover his eyes without hesitation.

Through the gaps between the strips of cloth, one could vaguely see the outline of the second-in-command.

The original huge visual impact was thus reduced by 80%.

It no longer possesses hallucinogenic properties.

Seeing that this tactic was effective, he quickly ordered his adjutant.

This prompted the other soldiers who had not been infected to follow suit.

They also knocked out the victims to prevent the situation from becoming even more chaotic.

As for himself,

He had already sheathed his sword and assumed the stance for the [Instant Slash] again.

A "ding!" sound rang out.

The crisp sound echoed through the street.

Cyril, wielding a sharp sword, clashed with the second-in-command.

In the blink of an eye.

Enchanted blades danced, unleashing a dense barrage of sword shadows.

Each sword shadow left a trail of white light.

Their fists clashed fiercely with the black and purple phantom controlled by the second-in-command.

For a time, the two sides were evenly matched.

Other guards who want to provide support will also be affected by the aftershocks of the battle if they get close.

Suddenly, the second-in-command changed his tactics.

The phantom's fists transformed into palms, clamping down fiercely in a pincer attack.

They attempted to turn Cyril into a meat patty.

Unfortunately, the opponent possesses a metal enchantment, which greatly enhances the armor's defensive capabilities.

When the big hand came slapping down

He simply assumed a defensive stance and forcefully withstood the powerful blow.

A cloud of dust rose from the ground.

"Hey~, you've fallen for it."

The second-in-command suddenly appeared from within the phantom.

It turns out that the attack just now was a split attack.

Cyril's attention was drawn to the phantom, while he himself quietly withdrew.

They waited until the enemy deployed their defenses before launching a surprise attack.

A solid punch landed on his unprotected face.

This caught the city guard commander off guard, sending him flying backward.

He could only use the sharp sword in his hand to stab the ground and stop his unsteady body.

When it had completely regained its footing and stopped,

He had already knelt on one knee and spat out the blood-stained saliva from his mouth.

"You despicable bastard, you are defiling the sacred battle."

"As a prospective knight, I hereby swear that I will bring you to a just judgment!"

Cyril stood up again, his weapon held upright in front of his chest.

His expression was serious and focused.

He truly seemed like a knight.

The second-in-command grimaced and burst into laughter at the sight.

"Oh my, a just trial, huh?"

"What do you know about justice? You're nothing but a bunch of dogs raised by nobles."

"When someone throws a bone, you guys rush off to clean up their mess."

Wu Di's face was full of disdain.

He knew these hypocritical guys all too well.

He would become a bandit.

Aren't they just those knights who shout about justice, blindly helping tax officials?

They forcibly took the last of the family's grain.

With no other options, he had no choice but to become an outlaw.

Therefore, he looked down on knights and nobles.

"Shut up, you disrespectful person."

"How dare you slander a holy knight?"

Cyril pointed his sword diagonally at the second-in-command, glaring angrily.

"Tch, enough talk, let's see who's the real deal."

"I only believe in my own fists."

Wu Di, not to be outdone, clasped his fists together forcefully.

Amidst the sparks flying, the two, their emotions running high, clashed once more.

This time, their fight was extremely intense.

Even the soldiers who were helping out were affected.

If you get hit by a fist, you'll fall to the ground and won't get up.

The entire street was riddled with craters from the afterimages of punches.

And the sword marks Cyril made.

Their battle was so intense that even the hidden passage was destroyed.

The second-in-command glanced at it when he had a spare moment.

I already have a plan for this battle.

Given his current high level of contribution, going back to his original state is the most worthwhile option.

This not only prevented them from being captured alive and suffering a fate worse than death.

It also prevents the enemy from finding the location of their hideout when they try to escape.

It's a perfect two-birds-with-one-stone strategy.

But death is death,

He still wanted to gain as many contribution points as possible before he died.

It would be best to thoroughly disgust the other person, so that you don't lose out.

Thinking of this, an even more sinister smile appeared on his face.

This sent chills down Cyril's spine, who was fully focused on the battle.

He wondered if the enemy in front of him was planning another sneak attack.

He swore in the name of a knight that he would never give the other party another chance.

As the battle intensified...

The illusory figure on the second-in-command's body grew fainter and fainter.

The city guard commander was also teetering on the brink of collapse, his sword and armor riddled with cracks.

The ground was littered with fallen city guards.

Seeing this from afar, Si Ming was speechless.

What exactly was I fighting before?

If that guy had used this ability earlier, he probably wouldn't have lasted three rounds.

They would be knocked down by that huge fist.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He looked at the flintlock pistol in his hand and couldn't help but give a self-deprecating laugh:

"Heh~, this weapon is indeed just a toy in front of the strong."

"No wonder it hasn't developed."

He threw away the flintlock pistol and stomped on it until it was crushed.

The desire to become stronger grew stronger in my heart.

In the middle of the battlefield,

The second-in-command and Cyril gaze at each other from afar.

Both sides were exhausted and panting heavily.

"Despicable criminal, your power comes from nothing but evil magic and is destined to be short-lived."

"Look at your companions, they've already fled like stray dogs."

"Do you think you can trample on the laws of Ironclad City with such meager tricks?"

Cyril's expression was serious, carrying the arrogance and anger of a knight.

This elicited a wicked smile from the second-in-command, his tone filled with sarcasm:

"Oh dear, is the Knight now talking about the law?"

"Why don't you take a look at your 'elite' men first?"

"They can't even withstand one punch from me, they might as well go back to guarding the city gates and stopping people from passing through... uh..."

Wu Di hadn't finished uttering his last word.

The illusory image enveloping him suddenly dissipated.

The succubus pattern that had been floating in mid-air returned to his forehead.

A backlash stemming from the power itself

It begins to creep into a weary spirit.

It brought him two effects: "Arousal on the forehead" and "A curse of unbridled lust".

At first, the second-in-command just stared blankly, his pupils turning into hearts.

Then his behavior became increasingly awkward.

It looked like 1 ants were crawling on it.

His entire pale head turned increasingly red, like a boiled shrimp.

It was even steaming hot.

He licked his lips frantically.

Loving eyes were fixed on the exhausted Cyril across from him.

"Wow~, isn't that a beautiful blonde woman with big breasts?"

"That's exactly my type!"

"Come here, let Uncle give you a thorough check-up and see how your development is going."

The second-in-command, holding a salted pig's trotter, staggered toward Cyril, who was kneeling on one knee.

This terrified Cyril.

He leaned on his sword and tried to retreat.

Unfortunately, he was at his limit and fell down before he could take a few steps back due to his tilted center of gravity.

In the end, all he could do was shout, bluster and bravado:

"Get out of my way! You corrupted, evil sorcerer!"

"If you take another step closer, I will kill you on the spot."

The city guard commander struggled to raise his sword, attempting to frighten the blinded second-in-command.

Unfortunately, Wu Di is no longer willing to listen to anything.

Completely immersed in his own world.

The trembling sword could not stop his steps at all.

With just a light tap, it slipped from my hand and plunged straight into the ground beside me.

Looking at his empty palm, Cyril was filled with despair.

As a high-ranking commander, am I destined to follow in the footsteps of those scoundrels?

His pride wouldn't allow any of this to happen.

Ironclad City still needs its own justice.