Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Time is running out, and the straw nobles still have half left.

Even with a flawless, high-intensity parry, even with a lightweight straw sword, Ryan's energy would eventually be exhausted; his physique was simply too weak.

Should we exit first?

Just as he was thinking this, a thorn whip lashed out from the shadows. He knew he had parried too early as soon as he raised his sword, and could only forcefully twist his stance to block. Ryan thought to himself that if he was hit, his energy would be depleted, so he had no choice but to retreat.

There's not enough time.

Fortunately, he had three trump cards up his sleeve.

Blood blooms—

But that wasn't Ryan's blood.

The whip pierced through Makkabaka's body, and before he died, he raised his greatsword high and slashed fiercely at the straw nobleman.

Straw Noble HP-1.

"Brothers and sisters, protect Ryan Lumin! He's our only chance to turn the tide!"

The legendary investigator shouted, "Those with shields, surround him with your shields! Those without shields, use your swords! Even use your bodies to block! We must not let Ryan lose any health!"

"There's a campfire at the entrance of Straw Village. Even if we die, we can respawn. Straw Town and Straw Village have been cleared by Kiri, so the road is clear. We can run back in a few minutes after respawning!"

In team fights, protecting the carry is common sense for every player.

"Damn it, let's take this place!" The old man was the first to respond, immediately wielding an iron bar and standing in front of Ryan: "Whoever chickens out is a son of a bitch!"

"Players, charge with the fire!"

Chapter 73 Charging with the Fire

Makka Pakka shielded Ryan with his own flesh and blood, and it would be a lie to say that Ryan was completely unmoved.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood.

Even someone born like Ryan has emotions.

His lips trembled slightly, he bent down, and then... stole Makka Pakka's blessing!

With such blatant experience laid out before them, who could resist the urge to steal?

To win, he needs more blessings.

But Yuzu was still shouting from the side, "Ah, even on the battlefield, Laibao prays for the dead. I also want to give my life for Lord Ryan!"

A humiliating disgrace.

The unimaginable humiliation was Ryan's only emotion at that moment.

Stop being filial to me!

Go home and be more filial to your parents!

He actually got helped by those stupid players who thought they knew better... Ryan really wanted to breathe on them right then and there; this was a stain on his life.

Patience means being able to endure and withstand things.

Ryan took a breath and readjusted his breathing. He had to admit that the arrival of the players had disrupted the relentless offensive of the Blighted Nobles, giving him a chance to catch his breath and recover his lost energy.

The players were too far above the level of the Blighted Nobles; if they were caught, they would be instantly killed.

But it can at least divert the firepower of the diseased nobles.

The monsters were originally only targeting Ryan, but now they're going to capture ten people.

Besides unlimited respawns, the players have another advantage: they are all exceptionally good at surviving and are particularly adept at marathons... This is probably something they honed in the mountains behind Chuguang City. Well, a master of the underworld produces outstanding students.

Ryan's mind raced as he quickly analyzed the situation. How long had the straw sword been burning?

One and a half minutes, or two minutes?

There's still a chance to kill them all within the planned timeframe.

So, let's cooperate with the players for now; we're just using them.

The town and village of Kubing have been emptied by Kiri; this is the best opportunity.

"Don't lose them."

Ryan stood up, his energy restored. He left those words behind, exhaled one last time, and the straw sword traced a bright arc. With a sudden push of his foot, the bright yellow sword light was rapidly transformed into a shooting star.

"Players, charge!"

The old man raised his iron bar high and charged towards the withered nobleman, following the trail of flames from the meteor. He roared, "We can't let that kid Ryan look down on us anymore! Don't be cowards! We're the toughest!"

"Fuck you, fight him to the death!"

The players were no longer afraid. Any low-level Blighted Noble on the city wall could easily crush them, but so what? Kiri and Ryan were not afraid of losing their lives, so what did they have to fear?

"Follow Ryan's flames!"

Then let us clear away all the blessings upon us, cast aside all burdens, and today we are determined to drag that withered and sickly name from the throne!

The heavy knight raised his shield, and the mage's blazing fireball was ready to be unleashed. The players cursed and charged towards the monsters, whose levels far exceeded theirs, following the advancing blazing fire.

That flame was swallowed up by the wave of decay.

Dozens of vine whips rose up in front, slicing towards Ryan and the players.

Several heavy knights, shields wielding their weapons, surrounded Ryan. Their whips lashed out several times, shattering the players' meticulously crafted shields into dust. The broken pieces of metal flew through the air, gleaming in the fading light of dusk. In that glow, Ryan Lumin charged forward on his sword.

Vortex Slash, six consecutive strikes.

The straw sword, burning with brilliant flames, slashed into the abdomens of the six monsters with surgical precision, piercing their spores. The blazing fire instantly engulfed the withered nobles. Ryan no longer had the energy to defend; in this round, he would only attack.

The magic has been mostly depleted, dusk is almost over, and the sun is about to rise.

Then burn them all down before the blazing fire dies out, at dusk!

More withered nobles surged toward him, raising their sharp vine whips and extending their razor-sharp claws, while the players' shields shattered.

If the shield breaks, then use your sword to deflect it.

The legendary investigator tried hard to recall the rhythm of Ryan's parries. They all used the same set of blessings. Ryan could parry six attacks in a second, so with nine players, they should be able to parry nine attacks in a second. They were willing to risk the players' pride, and there was no reason why they couldn't do it.

Compared to the melancholy sister's unparalleled speed and slowness of her blade, the vine whips of these withered nobles seem like sex toys to the mortals.

Nine players drew their swords simultaneously, the cold sword light splashing everywhere. The afterimages of the deflected swords enveloped Ryan, and any vine whips that touched Ryan's body were deflected. Ryan continued forward, piercing through the withered spores amidst the cold sword shadows.

The players have vowed never to let Ryan lose a single drop of blood.

Whoever fails to parry must use their body to block the attack.

Anyway, they can revive, so in team fights, prioritize protecting the carry; whoever backs down is a coward.

The vine whip ripped away a player's longsword and charged towards Ryan. The player gritted his teeth, lunged forward, and held on tightly. The vine whip then exploded with sharp spikes, piercing the player's body, and crimson blood rained down on the ground.

"Charge!" he roared before he died. "Keep charging! I'll come right back as soon as I'm resurrected!"

The Lightless will not die; they will rise from the white night and continue their charge.

Another player failed, his head was chopped off, his limbs were cut off, and his flesh and blood were torn apart. Ryan stepped forward over the corpses of the dead. As he continued to kill enemies, his eyes became clear. His voice had disappeared. In the swordsman's eyes, the world was clearly black and white, with only dots and lines.

The black is blood, the white is the torso. The lines are the flashes of burning swords, and the dots are the spores of a dead disease.

What Ryan had to do was simple: use the line to connect to that point.

Those dots, in his eyes, connected one after another, and then bloomed like fireworks.

The straw swords are burning, and as more and more withered nobles are burned to ashes, some unknown change is taking place.

The Blazing Fire is also a flame forged through forging.

Ryan had reforged the straw sword with blazing fire and blue silver forging stone under the guidance of the old blacksmith.

At this moment, it feels more like a forging process than a battle of annihilation.

Each swing of the sword is a blow, each piercing of the withered noble's spores, the blazing fire burns fiercely, and the curse is gradually melted into the straw sword by the blazing fire.

The straw sword was being burned and reforged, and Ryan could feel it too, as he was being burned and reforged as well.

With each enemy he killed, his understanding of Lu Ming's swordsmanship increased.

The stalks, after being burned, left behind a blessing that wrapped around Ryan.

more and more.

0.8, 9, 8, 7.....

For a swordsman, the great terror between life and death is like a furnace.

I will always choose the coolest path.

This was the third sentence spoken by the first Sword Saint, Charlie Lumin, before his death.

When he killed Kiri earlier, Ryan vaguely saw the latter's soul, which was like an oil lamp burning out, and instinctively pierced the filth on the soul.

Now, as he kills more and more curses, he has rediscovered that feeling.

Lu Mingjian can cut through the twilight, and Lu Mingjian can also cut through the withered.

Three minutes!

The straw sword burned for three minutes before the legendary investigator was cleaved in two in front of Ryan, his upper body severed, yet he still roared at Ryan, "Charge!"

Now that he's dead, he definitely can't come back... As a seasoned story-driven player, this is the only regret for the legendary investigator. Sigh, I really wanted to witness the ending of the story with my own eyes, but I can only watch the story unfold later.

Even the word "cloud" needs to be analyzed using the character "万".

Lu Ming's swordsmanship is at level 0.9.

Ryan poured all his magic into the sword, and a raging fire burned fiercely from his fingertips, unstoppable, piercing through the last withered spores. He finally scaled the city wall and entered a realm untouched by mortals.

Looking at the tower in front, one knows that as soon as the door is opened, one will find the ailing princess.

So close.

Yet it is so far away.

Ryan saw the Straw Knights, a total of ten knights.

It wasn't the Straw Knights of thirty years ago, but the Straw Knights of a hundred years ago.

The first Straw Knight is now also the earliest Withered Knight.

This is the last barrier before the throne.

"You bunch of idiots, do you think I'm kidding you?" Ryan cursed inwardly, his mind racing with images of the withered princess's mother. "No wonder it was scrapped!"

Elite monsters piled up at the entrance to the boss room—is this something a carbon-based life form would do?

He checked the status of his team. Although six players had died, Makka Pakka, who died first, had already returned from the map.

Except for the legendary investigator who just died and couldn't make it, the other four could barely make it.

Klein was in terrible condition; he had almost run out of magic, and his straw sword was about to burn out.

The first Straw Knights, having coexisted with the curse for a century, faced a difficulty far exceeding that of the Straw Nobles.

【The Sick Knight (First Generation)】

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The enemy outnumbered us, the disparity was too great, the sun was about to rise, we were at our wits' end, and the oil lamp had run out of oil; the situation was hopeless.

As dusk settled over the mountain graves, Ryan turned to face the players.

“The Lightless.”

As dusk fell, the blond-haired, silver-eyed boy said:

"Offer your respect."

Chapter 74 Offering Respect

Monsters are piled up at the entrance to the boss room.

This is simply the most beastly and despicable behavior in the world.

Ryan deeply despised this despicable act and decided that when he got home, he would also pile up a dung monster in front of his bedroom door.

Players were in despair.