The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 445 The Power of a Demigod!

Downstream from the Benliu River, the woodland, scattered with broken limbs, was a scene of utter devastation!
The epicenter of the explosion was a dark, deep crater. Debris from the covered wagon flew hundreds of meters away, and the gruesome sight of mangled flesh was shocking!

Grace never imagined that his overshot grenade would hit the vanguard of the Green Forest Army's wagon tents.

The ammunition loaded in the wagon exploded instantly. It wasn't ordinary gunpowder, but "black technology" that the ratmen in the Wanren Mountains stole from the dwarves!
The explosion instantly engulfed the entire team, resulting in the annihilation of a hundred-man squad with just one shot, and even half of the team at the rear lost their fighting ability...

As it turns out, even the most heinous acts do not go unpunished, especially in lands blessed by the Holy Light.

Seeing the devastation of the explosion and the agonizing cries of his men, "Executioner" Aka was utterly enraged.

Forget about concealment during marches, he grabbed the guillotine behind him and roared.

"Charge! Chop them to pieces!"

It's been discovered anyway.

The nearly five thousand Green Forest Army soldiers scattered in the forest no longer concealed themselves. They drew their weapons and ran towards Wheat Field Village with earth-shaking shouts.

"kill!!!"

If this small force were to attack Sparrowwood Fortress, they would probably have to think twice, consider where their leader was sitting, and hesitate about whether to charge ahead.

But it was obvious that this was just an ordinary village, and the garrison could at most be a thousand-man squad. They could drown these traitors with a single spit from each of them!
As for those villagers, they can't be considered human; they're just sheep in a sheepfold!
Their eyes were filled with ferocious bloodshot veins, and chaotic black energy entwined their souls, bestowing upon them a power called "desire"!

They not only want to kill them all—

They even want to dig out their hearts and livers and stew them into soup!

The shouts of charging resounded through the forest. Just when the army of the Seekers seemed to have already seen the hell of corpses strewn across the land, a battle cry no less powerful than theirs rang out from the woods directly in front of them!

"kill--!!!"

They were a group of burly men, carrying all sorts of weapons, including muskets, knives, axes, and some other strange and unusual gadgets.

However, what is most surprising is not the weapons in their hands, but the "comrades" who are with them!
Many of the Green Forest Army soldiers at the forefront were astonished to discover that they were actually a group of undead!

When did these traitors get involved with the undead?!
Don't they believe in that saint sent by Saint Sith?

Was that guy really sent by Saint Sith?!

They had no time to think; in a mere hundred meters, the collision between the two was instantaneous.

A tall and burly "fake" player charged ahead, yelling excitedly as he swung his battle axe, instantly cleaving two bandits wearing green turbans into four pieces!
Black Whirlwind Lin Daiyu: "Awoooooo! I'm completely insane!"

His level is already at the peak of Bronze, which is considered one of the stronger groups among the life skills players in Wheatfield Village.

Even with the blessing of Chaos, these ordinary mountain bandits wearing green turbans were no match for him.

With just a few powerful swings, Old Black, wielding a long-handled battle axe, carved a bowl-shaped gash in the Green Forest Army's line!

Faced with this incredibly strong madman, the fifty or so bandits huddled together in fear, none daring to step forward and exchange a single blow with him.

Just then, a gunshot rang out, and a high-explosive shell struck the heads of the fifty-odd green-turbaned men. Shrapnel from the explosion grazed about ten people, and even Old Black, who was wielding a long-handled battle axe, was almost caught in the blast.

"Damn it, watch out!" the black man cursed as he turned around, having narrowly escaped harm.

In the distance, the "Gold Medal Artilleryman" holding a grenade chuckled, pulled the bolt—or rather, the breechblock popped out of the smoking brass cartridge case—and shouted smugly.

"Dude, this thing is way better than a magic wand—"

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly swept across him, heading straight for his face.

Before the "fake" player could even see what it was, everything went black and he was back in reality.

At this very moment, somewhere in "Earth Online".

Looking at the small 20-square-meter room, the "Gold Medal Cannon Soldier" holding the game helmet was stunned for a long time before blurting out a sentence.

"Holy crap? The internet's down again?"

That's clearly not a network outage.

"Natural Disaster Online" doesn't actually involve a network connection; rather, it involves a resonance of consciousness during deep sleep.

There's only one reason why someone might "disconnect": they've died.

Meanwhile, in the forest outside Wheatfield Village in "Natural Disaster Online", [Black Whirlwind Lin Daiyu] looked at her good brother who had been smashed in two by a guillotine and let out a grief-stricken roar.

"Old guns! You bastards... I'll fight you beasts to the death!"

Although it might only take a few hours to see it if things go smoothly, that doesn't stop him from letting out a few shouts to increase the sense of immersion, and yelling loudly while wielding his battle axe.

On the other side, seeing the gunman cut in two, the Green Forest Army soldiers who had been suppressed by Lao Hei just a second ago suddenly felt their morale soar.

The boss has made a move!
The centurion, who had initially been hesitant to confront the enemy out of fear, suddenly changed his mind and charged at Old Black with his broadsword. For a moment, he and the latter were evenly matched!

It was only then that Lao Hei was surprised to discover that this guy was actually a bronze-level expert!

And who knows, he might be just like him, only a little bit of experience away from breaking through to the Steel level!

Indeed, war is the best place to train people. In the peaceful Thunder County, there are hardly any extraordinary people besides adventurers, but in the neighboring Twilight Province, they are everywhere.

It's not just lower-level superhumans; even higher-level superhumans seem to be experiencing inflation.

Old Black, who was entangled with the centurion, suddenly saw the guillotine that was stuck in the ground fly up.

Immediately afterwards, the dangling chain swept across a crescent-shaped arc like a tornado rising from the ground. Wherever it passed, players and trees were smashed to pieces, with bones and wood chips flying backwards!
Caught off guard by this sudden and devastating attack, the players' momentum abruptly halted.

Just then, they saw a burly figure walking out of the forest.

The man was two meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, and centipede-like scars that exuded a ferocious aura. He wore a completely black hood, like an executioner on an execution ground.

Unlike ordinary executioners, he held the guillotine directly in his hand, a chilling white mist wafting from his mouth, his bloodlust-seeking eyes like those of a wild beast.

"Fuck!"

"Boss is down!"

Looking at the arrogant executioner, the players felt no fear or dread; instead, they became excited.

Unlike traditional MMORPGs, "Catastrophe Online" does not involve absolute numerical calculations of offense and defense. Lower-level superhumans are not entirely powerless when facing higher-level superhumans; it's just a matter of how much of a chance they have!

Moreover, once they successfully kill someone of a higher level, the generous experience reward can even allow them to jump several levels!

The bigger the waves, the more valuable the fish. The players were so excited when they saw the BOSS being defeated that their eyes practically turned green with envy!
Only the Salvation Army soldiers who rushed out of the village, as well as the mercenaries and adventurers who stayed in the village for various reasons, wore solemn expressions.

That terrifying sense of oppression tore at their souls, almost freezing their heartbeats!
This is... such terrifying power!

They even had a feeling that even their leader, Brennan, was no match for this guy!

Looking into those terrified eyes, a ferocious smile appeared on the face beneath the black hood.

It's so delicious...

That aura of fear.

His favorite thing to do in his life was to fully appreciate the fear of those about to be executed.

He never tired of seeing that despair and humility. Sometimes, in order to enjoy it a little longer, he would even think of some less clean and efficient methods of execution, so that the dying person could live a little longer.

He viewed this as an act of kindness.

For example, right now, he could have easily killed them all with a wave of his hand, but he insisted on killing them one by one.

"...Blame your boss! All traitors must die!"

As he spoke, he exerted a slight force with his right hand, pulling on the iron chain that he had swung to his side.

Everyone was on high alert!

However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened.

The guillotine blade stuck diagonally in the ground was as heavy as several thousand tons, and it didn't budge an inch!

The taut iron chain creaked and groaned, as if it were about to snap!

Aka was slightly taken aback, then tugged hard again, but it still didn't budge. Only then did he glance to the side.

The instant he looked to the side, his ferocious pupils shrank to a single point.

A two-meter-tall man stood with one foot on his guillotine, staring at him expressionlessly.

Those calm, still eyes held no trace of murderous intent, yet they tore at his will like a bottomless abyss.

A flicker of astonishment and a hint of fear flashed in Aka's eyes... especially when he saw his guillotine blade, like an anchor fallen to the bottom of the sea, deeply embedded in the ground.

"...Who are you?!"

He roared, his voice trembling with fear, as he wrapped the chain around his fist and tensed all his muscles.

Seeing their leader seemingly defeated, the Green Forest Army soldiers were stunned. They clearly hadn't expected that their invincible "executioner," Aka, would be disarmed by an unknown soldier.

A series of expressions appeared on their faces: astonishment, blankness, fear... as if the situation had reversed in an instant, and they were now standing on the execution ground.

The shock wasn't limited to the Green Forest Army; the Salvation Army and the players were also stunned.

"I rely on..."

"This is... the owner of the Rock Inn?!"

"Is this guy really that awesome?!"

They only knew that he was very strong, and even created his own martial art, but they never expected that he was this strong!

Standing in the crowd, Lighter swallowed hard.

He had a bad feeling that this imposing boss would probably be killed off by the plot before they even had a chance to make a move, and once again they would be just bystanders.

Who exactly is the NPC?!

Driven by wickedness, he decided to sneak a shot at the boss and gain some experience points, but unexpectedly, all his joints seemed to be locked, and he couldn't move an inch.

Damn it——

It was definitely a plot-driven death!

Even the dog-like planners aren't going to act anymore!

He vaguely saw a bright blue butterfly, quietly landing on a branch not far away.

What a beautiful butterfly...

[Lighter] Just as I was thinking this, the butterfly disappeared again in the blink of an eye... "Gunte... the owner of the Rock Inn." Gunte looked at Aka expressionlessly and said in a calm voice, "I smell a terrible stench on you. You must have killed quite a few people."

kill?
Aka paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Are you kidding me? I've done more than just murder; I've even eaten people, and quite a lot of them!"

He didn't know who this Gunter was, but he figured he couldn't possibly be one of Brennan's men.

A nobleman's henchman?
Or... a distant relative of the Wivert family?
Clenching his fists around the iron chains, Aka's muscles were tense. He held the severed blade stuck in the ground while staring intently at the man standing on his blade, and said, word by word.

"Speaking of cannibalism, Mrs. Whitworth's flesh is the most memorable... It's a pity she committed suicide by poisoning herself, all those delicious parts were wasted, what a shame... tsk tsk..."

He smacked his lips, as if reminiscing about the good old days, but what he said made everyone who heard it tremble with fear or clench their fists.

Gunter's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were as cold as the greatsword behind him.

He uttered a sentence softly.

"What an ugly thing... The ogres outside the Copper Pass are probably not as disgusting as you."

“Say whatever you want,” Aka scoffed. “Compared to what those nobles robbed us of, I’m just getting a little interest back for my brothers!”

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Gunter's mouth.

"Really? What are you doing now? What did the villagers of Wheat Field Village steal from you this time?"

"Them? Ha, they didn't steal anything from me, but they're just following the wrong people and blocking my way!" Aka chuckled, speaking arrogantly without a hint of shame.

His sense of justice is like his green turban, or like the pirate flag on the vast ocean; it is only raised when needed, and when they are in the wrong, they can immediately pull out another set of things.

That is the law of the forest: the survival of the fittest is the truth!

But Gaunt laughed.

"Since that's what you think, you must be prepared to be killed... There's no point in saying more, draw your sword."

He had considered persuading the guy to turn back, but he wasn't interested in doing so at the moment.

That's not something he's good at.

He would rather send him to see Saint Sith... if he had the chance to meet such a villain.

Aka's muscles were stretched to the limit as he gripped the iron chain tightly, his face turning as red as a pig's liver, and a low growl emanating from his throat.

The guillotine stuck in the ground remained unmoved, and Gaunt, with one foot on it, still wore an expressionless expression.

Let me draw my sword...

Why the hell aren't you letting go of my foot?!

However, Gunter just looked at him without showing any intention of holding back, and instead slightly increased the pressure with his toes.

With a loud "bang!", the taut iron chain snapped inch by inch, just like a lit firecracker!
The interlocking iron rings flew around like shrapnel from an explosion.

Caught off guard, Aka's right arm was blown to pieces, and he roared in pain as he staggered backward.

I'm going to tear you apart!

Overwhelmed by his bloodlust, he temporarily forgot his fear. With bloodshot eyes, Aka grabbed a steel knife from one of his men and roared as he charged toward Gaunt.

A dark green aura surged within him like a raging torrent; it was the power bestowed upon him by the "Claw of Eternal Hunger"!
Aka took two steps forward and unleashed a slash, the terrifying power of chaos easily tearing through space, leaving an ugly subspace scar on the originally smooth space!
This was the strongest strike he had ever unleashed, a strike that represented the pinnacle of his abilities. It was also the first time he had fully unleashed his extraordinary power since breaking through to the Diamond level by pleasing the Claw of Eternal Hunger!
Before his opponent could draw his sword, now was the moment when his chances of winning were at their greatest!
Just as the attack was about to succeed, Aka's face revealed a savage grin of confidence, as if he could already see his enemy being torn in two by this space-tearing slash!
However, he ultimately underestimated his opponent.

Gunter stared at him indifferently, then with a slight twitch of his shoulder, the greatsword was already in his hand.

So fast!

Aka's pupils suddenly contracted. Before he could even see the man's movements clearly, the greatsword's blade met the blade in his hand without flinching or dodging!
"clang--"

With a sharp, metallic clang, Aka felt as if a warship had struck his chest, sending him flying backward and crashing into five pine trees before coming to a stop.

The black hood shattered completely, revealing an ugly and hideous face.

The steel knife in his hand had already broken into pieces, and as for the strike he had unleashed with all his might, it vanished without a trace, like a broken soap bubble, without even a glimpse of how it collapsed.

The butterfly perched on the branch trembled its wings slightly, seemingly also marveling at this incredible power.

Aka coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to his feet. His bulging muscles swelled and contracted like a beating heart.

"...Such domineering power! Who exactly are you? A chosen one of Saint Sith? Or one of the dwarves?"

"neither."

"Ha! How could that be!" Aka laughed loudly. "You couldn't possibly be someone sent by the Flame of Destruction, could you?"

Gunter said calmly.

“I fight for the truth in my heart with only the sword in my hand. No one sent me here.”

After a pause, he continued.

“Your opponent is Günter Steinggrabe. Convey this name to your true god for me. The people of Os do not need His hypocritical charity. I will cut down every one of His minions that comes my way.”

Steingraber...

The Salvation Army centurion murmured the surname to himself, a look of astonishment suddenly appearing in his eyes.

He never imagined that the owner of the inn near Wheat Field Village would be the legendary Rock Sword Saint!
of course.

Many people have never heard of this surname, or they may find it familiar but can't recall where they've heard it before.

However, Aka obviously knew this.

Just like the Salvation Army centurion, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, followed by a glint of fear.

Although, all those emotions were quickly replaced by the genuine madness on his face.

"...So it's the Sword Saint, hahaha... What an honor! The Empire really thinks highly of us, sending a demigod-level expert to suppress our uprising."

Gunter said calmly.

“I should have said that no one sent me here, and I am not an Imperial citizen, but a Rhodesian.”

Aka narrowed his eyes and said with a cold smile.

"What's the difference? Lackeys of the Empire and the Papacy... Where were you when we were starving! Now that we can't survive, you finally notice us!"

Silas had told him that the reason they had to endure this suffering was not only because of the king's indifference, but also because of the indifference of the emperor who was high above them.

They were too far from the ground to see the suffering beneath their feet!
Moreover, they don't want to watch it.

In Silas's narrative, the Empire's colonies are not limited to the New World; all the farmers living outside the Holy City are part of the Empire's colonial system.

This is why the serfs of the Kingdom of Ryan had to exert all their strength, toil day and night, and even sell their souls and faith, just to survive on the land beneath their feet.

They are all citizens of Saint Sith, and belong to the same human race as the Imperials!

In contrast, the inhabitants of the Holy City lived in paradise. They drank the red wine of the Duchy of Campbell, sat on the logs of the Twilight Forest, and ate the beef and potatoes supplied by the Kingdom of Rhodes... They never had to worry about what to eat for their next meal.

Even the orphans in the Holy City Orphanage are better than the wealthiest self-sufficient farmers in the Twilight Province.

There's only one explanation—because they were all colonizers!
Only by setting fire to everything on this land can the people of Ryan, struggling in the Twilight Forest, truly be freed!

As luck would have it, Silas, the Quartermaster of the Green Forest Army, and His Majesty Theodore had the same idea.

It's simply that one person took the initiative, while the other tacitly approved of the fire.

Despite their vastly different theories, their decision-making and the ecological niches they occupied were surprisingly similar.

One person alone could not possibly ignite such a massive forest fire...

"...Have you finished your nonsense? If you're done, let's get going."

Gunter was too lazy to listen to this devil's twisted logic. Even if he spouted a thousand nonsensees and listed a thousand faults and reasons of others, he couldn't cover up the ugliness beneath that grand facade.

Seeing Gaunt raise his greatsword, Akka suddenly revealed a ferocious smile.

"I admit you're strong, and I'm afraid I'm no match for you, but don't get too cocky..."

"Sooner or later, a Chaos God stronger than me will set foot on this land. He will not come from the void, but will be hiding among those you haven't killed! Just wait and see, he will wipe you all out without leaving a trace, using methods far more cruel than mine! Then you will start to miss me... Hehehe!"

"Then let him do it."

Ignoring this feeble provocation, Gaunt expressionlessly swung his sword, the greatsword in his hand falling like lightning, aiming squarely at Akka's head.

Aka attempted a final resistance, but it was all in vain; he died on the spot without even a chance to struggle.

This clown, who committed countless evils and had a twisted personality, died like a hero...

The filthy blood sprayed onto the treetops, and the soldiers fell silent as they watched the human heads roll on the ground.

The soldiers wearing green turbans all looked terrified, too weak to even run away. They threw down their weapons and surrendered, their legs trembling.

If they were facing a diamond-level powerhouse, they would still have the courage to charge forward, but standing in front of them was a sword saint!

That's the power of one man forming an army; if he wanted to, he could wipe them all out effortlessly.

Thinking of the harsh words their leader had uttered before his death, they felt even more desperate.

However, the Sword Saint did not kill them.

"The prisoners are yours to keep."

Looking towards the Salvation Army, Gaunt nodded slightly, then silently walked towards Wheatfield Village.

However, at that moment, he suddenly stopped, glanced at the treetops, and frowned slightly.

He always felt that someone was watching him, but he couldn't pinpoint where that gaze was coming from.

However, his intuition told him that the prying gaze was not malicious; it was merely a covert observation from a third-party perspective.

And soon, it disappeared, as if it had never been above his head...

Gunter had his doubts, but didn't think much of it.

Perhaps it's just an illusion.

After all, even a great sage couldn't get this close to him without attracting his attention...

(End of this chapter)