Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 247 Torrential Rain
"Ding!"

The straight, slender, sharp blade clashed violently with the heavy longsword, which was entirely covered in silver.

Instead of the dazzling sparks that should have accompanied it, what echoed in the air was an incredibly crisp, even somewhat piercing, sharp sound.

The type of weapon may reflect the personality and fighting style of its user.

But in the present situation, when their sharpness and quality are roughly equal, they are at odds with each other.

The only thing that can influence the balance of victory is the purest power of the user.

hum-

Some surprises.

It appears to be a powerful and heavy broadsword, with a blade thicker than an adult's arm.

Facing the blade, there was a thin sword, thick at the bottom and thin at the top, as delicate as a venomous insect's stinger, which seemed to break at the slightest touch.

But it seemed they had fallen into a disadvantageous position.

The silvery-white liquid that was originally flowing smoothly on the surface of the greatsword began to ripple unnaturally during the collision.

Even his hands, which were also covered in flowing silver, trembled violently.

"Damn it!"

Her medium-length blonde hair was soaked with sweat, sticking messily to her cheeks.

All that remained on Terry William's handsome face was the grotesque expression caused by excessive exertion.

"This can't go on like this!"

His combat training since childhood may have made him far less experienced in actual combat than his opponent, but he still managed to keep a calm head at crucial moments.

Under the Morton family's training system, a special profession called the "Silver-plated Knight" consumes a large amount of special metals and silver during its growth process, but after taking up the job, it provides it with defensive capabilities far exceeding those of ordinary warriors, and even gains some elemental damage, allowing it to effectively strike even some unseen undead creatures.

But after all, it's just a niche, basic profession.

While gaining outstanding defensive capabilities, he sacrificed his own physical strength and movement speed.

Even though my job level has reached lv5, I am confident that I can easily defeat most adventurers of the same level who come from unorthodox backgrounds.

Faced with Lawson, whose overall class and attributes had reached level 6, and who had compensated for the weaknesses of the Warrior class with the Bloodseeker Veteran skill, Lawson, with his comprehensive experience as an adventurer and guard and extremely rich combat experience, could only fall into a disadvantageous position.

His encounter in Molten Scale Town had even given him the illusion that his opponent was nothing special.

As Terry William was lured step by step into the open space outside the town, his fighting style, which had been characterized by retreating and maneuvering, suddenly became aggressive and reckless.

Only then did he truly realize the gap in strength between the two sides.

The cramped environment of the town's dense buildings, along with the interference and attacks from the knights under his command, might, to some extent, bridge the gap between the two.

But right now, it's truly his turn to fight this gloomy middle-aged man one-on-one.

The level above that represents one more level of mastery in combat skills, along with the resulting enhancement in physical attributes.

This was then fully demonstrated in the battle.

"Hoaaaaah!"

He gritted his teeth, his muscles bulged, pushing up the metal armor on his arms. His will moved the sword blade, and the liquid metal seemed to have its own will at this moment.

In the fine, intense ripples, they transform into tiny protrusions.

They sensed the danger it contained.

The sword blade, which had been pressed against the neck during the struggle, suddenly stopped and abruptly retracted!

The next second, the tiny protrusions that had condensed on the surface of the longsword transformed into sharp silver spikes that shot outwards like rain.

It only spilled into the air, leaving countless tiny and deep holes on the ground.

Lawson stood ten meters away on the open ground, his hand lightly gripping his uniquely shaped, bee-sting-like rapier.

Several holes with residual silvery liquid could be vaguely seen at the corner of her clothes, but her body only had a few minor bleeding wounds.

It is in good condition.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the field, Terry William, who had just forced him back with a shower of silver spikes, was already panting heavily, clearly exhausted.

"Those kids just now said you're the family's Knight Commander?"

Lawson cautiously glanced at the flowing silver on the blade of the sword in the other's hand and the bulging pouch at his waist, secretly recovering his strength. He spoke slowly in a mocking tone.

"The old man in the Morton family really isn't very capable; he only got to that position because of his birth."

“I worked in his castle for five whole years and didn’t even get a squad leader position, while someone like you managed to become a knight commander.”

"Hey." He scrutinized the young man's features and blond hair with an unusually deliberate and obvious gaze, his face full of mockery.

"You're not that old man's illegitimate son, are you?"

Terry William, panting, did not reply.

This was certainly not because he was indifferent to Lawson's sarcasm; at less than thirty years old, he was far from having such a calm and undisturbed mindset.

He simply sensed the other party's intention to provoke him and deliberately endured it.

His eyes turned bloodshot from the surge of emotions welling up inside him, a result of the insult to his family honor and blood ties.

The silvery-white color spread rapidly from his arms and below his neck, almost connecting with his chest.

"Lawson, do you know why His Majesty the Duke is unwilling to give you an important position?"

His voice trembled slightly, but a subtle, cold smile crept onto Terry William's face.

He stared intently at the middle-aged man's face, as if trying to memorize every change in the man's expression.

“More than a year ago, when I received my mission to come to Panyun Province to monitor you, the Duke happened to mention it to me.”

"Oh, he was feeding the dog at the time. You know 'Old Gray Fur,' the old dog whose tail hair was almost all gone and who could barely walk."

"His Excellency the Duke told me that you are just like it. No matter how much bone scraps you are fed, your heart will not be warmed. It will only make your appetite and courage grow bigger and bigger."

“A wild dog like you, who seems to have some ability but is actually useless, is only fit to spend your life picking bones for the Morton family outside the castle.”

Lawson broke down.

The long-standing doubts were finally answered, and the loyalty once offered to the family seemed so ridiculous at this moment.

It seemed to touch a sore spot buried deep in his heart, and his face, which had been filled with gloom and anger, became extremely ferocious.

"You deserve to die!" A hoarse, cold voice filled with murderous intent seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

The shadowy figure that had been standing there vanished in an instant.

Instead, there is the noise of sharp objects tearing through the air.

At the same time, a strange smile of triumph suddenly appeared on Terry William's face.

In the shadows, while the two were fighting, the flowing silver-white light seeped into the ground from behind, into the opponent's blind spot, and the completed plan suddenly took effect.

The "Silver Lock Prison" skill, which comes with the character [Silver Knight] at level 5, is activated instantly.

A viscous, silvery-white liquid burst forth from the depths of the mud, gushing out like a spring, transforming into fine, supple chains that intertwined with each other.

Like a birdcage rising from the ground, it anticipated and enveloped the rapidly moving figure. Lawson, with his rich combat experience, knew he had been tricked the moment he felt the inexplicable tremor beneath his feet, and quickly regained his composure from his rage.

With a slight tremor of the slender sword in his hand, a crimson gleam could be seen emerging from the edge of the blade.

Facing the silver-white cage in front of him, he swung his sword diagonally, severing the incredibly sturdy liquid chains in the middle.

Of course, he knew that his combat technique wouldn't be able to trap the opponent for long.

As soon as the "Birdcage" took effect, Terry William's left hand left the hilt of his sword and reached for his waist.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, he held a small scroll, about the length of a palm, in his hand.

He doesn't need to inflict much damage on the other side.

If Lawson can be bound and imprisoned in place, even for less than a second, it will be enough for Terry William to reveal his trump card.

As the youngest knight commander in the Morton family, Terry William was given a great deal of resources from a young age because of his outstanding talent.

A complete set of excellent equipment, loyal and reliable subordinates, and the resources needed for the Silver-plated Knight's growth...

They are almost always the largest group among their peers.

At present, even though being sent to such a place carries a strong sense of surveillance, they pose almost no threat if they don't take the initiative. In fact, even the Duke himself is not very optimistic that Lawson's team can successfully steal the treasure from the dragon's nest.

He was given a token bearing the Morton family crest, granting him the ability to freely command the guards of Moltenscale Town, and was accompanied by a dozen elite knights from the family. Before his departure, Duke Morton also granted him permission to retrieve a precious, disposable magic scroll from the family treasury, usable even by non-spellcasting professionals:

——Necromantic System, Fourth Ring Upgrade Version, Scroll Optimization Type II, [Curse of Curse]

This spell, originally a low-level third-circle spell, was forcibly converted into a fourth-circle spell and specially modified into a scroll-like object.

This not only significantly reduced the requirements for scroll users, but also made the recipients need higher perception attributes to resist, and increased the spell's effect and duration.

As for the detailed effects of the [curse] itself, it is said that there are four types in total, from which one can be selected, making it seem very complicated.

But in summary, there are actually only two types.

Weakening and control.

The resistance required to achieve these immune effects decreases sequentially.

Terry William could certainly choose the latter option. If the spell took effect, Lawson would be directly immobilized and unable to move. He would only need to step forward and swing his longsword to easily cut off Lawson's head.

However, the probability of controlling immunity is much higher than the former.

This means that if he chooses the control-type effect from the [Spell], Lawson's physical resistance gives him a high probability of immunity.

This is unacceptable to Terry William, who has already used his trump card.

Therefore, he chose the first option among the effects—"weakening".

This caused Lawson's physical condition to decline across the board for the next several tens of minutes.

The impact is certainly less than "control," but correspondingly, the resistance required to resist the curse is much higher than the former.

Unless Lady Luck smiles upon you, it's something that a professional of Lawson's caliber could never resist.

"Fuck."

The small scroll was unfurled with a single hand, activated by a thought.

Lawson, inside the silver cage, had just raised his rapier, but before he could swing it down...

A faint, grayish-white light quietly emanated from the scroll and, guided by Terry William's focused mind, passed through the gaps in the lock made of silvery-white liquid and landed on Lawson.

His expression changed drastically!

Trapped by the "birdcage" that rose from the ground, they had no time to dodge.

Furthermore, even the spell itself, which had been upgraded, could only be barely detected when the user was almost within reach.

It is impossible to have immunity or resistance naturally.

As Lawson's rapier, propelled by the momentum of his movements, shattered the prison cell, he abruptly retreated to a safe area.

A layer of incongruous gray-white mist had already covered his muscular body.

The indescribable weakness that made him feel nauseous was like the exhaustion after overexertion.

Let alone swinging a sword, even the most basic stepping force has been reduced by at least 30%.

For ordinary adventurers, or even newly promoted professionals, Lawson might still be able to maintain an overwhelming advantage at this moment.

However, for Terry William, whose professional level had already reached level 5, this 30% overall weakening had already rendered him unable to continue fighting.

In an instant, the scales of victory tilted infinitely in favor of the young knight.

His temples were gray, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes melted into the shadows on his face.

Lawson gripped the hilt of his sword with his five fingers, tightening and loosening his grip repeatedly.

The figure shimmering with silver light was reflected in his murky and sinister eyes.

At this moment, he had no mind to review the situation, whether it was his own oversight caused by being provoked by the other party, or whether the knight's movements were too subtle for him to notice.

Two years of painstaking planning, hands stained with the blood of his teammates, the missing Dragon's Nest treasure, Duke Morton's comments about him from the knights...

With all these factors combined, the feeling of weakness emanating from all parts of the body under the influence of the curse became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Hey."

A bizarre smile, so extreme and distorted that even his facial features were deformed, appeared on the man's face.

Right in front of Terry William, Lawson grinned and took out a small red crystal from his pocket, its inside shimmering with a bright luster.

Apply force with all five fingers.

crumb.

crunch--

It has no power and no ability to affect the human body whatsoever.

It was just a pure and bright light that suddenly rose from the wasteland.

It was fleeting, vanishing into the sky in an instant.

Suddenly recalling the information his subordinates had reported to him a few days earlier, Terry William's entire body froze.

The expressions on his face were beyond description.

"you……"

In the distant sky, deep within the churning, heavy leaden clouds.

The massive, ferocious outline was faintly visible in the gray-black clouds, with only occasional flashes of fire illuminating a few of the behemoth's scales.

As the red light disappeared into the clouds, a thunderous roar, though deeper and more powerful, filled with a primal fury capable of burning mountains to ashes, followed.

boom--

The rain poured down.

(End of this chapter)