Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 75 Desperate Charge
When the explosion occurred, the Fifth Knight raised his arms, his left arm covering his chest and his right arm protecting his head. A faint silver-white light emanated from his body, as if a layer of liquid mercury covered his entire body.

Zircon Territory had already prepared a magical protective scroll that could be activated instantly for this knight.

A few breaths after being engulfed by the explosion, the Fifth Knight reappeared, his entire body charred black, especially his hair, which looked as if something had gnawed a large bite out of it, revealing half of his scalp.

The dust kicked up by the explosion, after the protective scroll failed, pelted the Fifth Knight's head, making him look particularly disheveled.

As Peven and Connor clashed fiercely, sparks flying, the Fifth Knight Commander, filled with rage, boldly joined the battle!

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Is this the little toy that the Sky gave you? It's quite powerful indeed!"

"Since you are so ungrateful, then the Marquis cannot blame me!"

The difference in strength between the fourth and fifth tiers is like an insurmountable chasm.

Surrounded by two great knights, Pevin struggled to hold on for a few rounds before his opponent forcefully knocked away Pevin's sword. His fist, imbued with a thick, earthy-yellow fighting spirit and carrying terrifying power capable of shattering rocks and piercing gold, struck the captain of the guards squarely in the chest.

The first punch shattered the psionic defense, the second punch smashed through the protective soft armor, and the third punch shattered the physical strength. The enormous difference in power made the captain of the guard feel as if he had been hit by a giant hammer.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the bluestone platform beside the official road before sliding softly to the ground.

The Fifth Knight Commander grinned maliciously, then turned and, like a tiger among sheep, wantonly slaughtered the warriors of Cloud Mist Territory.

Amidst the flashing blades and flying blood, within moments, most of the warriors were dead.

"Leave a few alive!"

The Fifth Zircon Knight roughly kicked several heavily wounded Emerald Warriors to Connor's feet, then his right hand shot out like an iron clamp, crushing the head of one of the warriors and throwing the corpse, mixed with red and white slime, heavily in front of Captain Peven, who was lying on the ground.

He quickened his pace, looking down at Peiwen, who seemed to be bleeding from every pore, and tried his best to suppress his anger and fear.

He couldn't help but be furious; those "little gadgets" had truly shattered the protective scroll bestowed by the lord.

Having already heard of Captain Peiwen's remarkable feat of single-handedly killing the orc chieftain, how could the Marquis not make preparations? Several of his knights were equipped with two sets of magic scrolls, one with high protection and the other with high fire resistance. Even so, they were still pierced by this strange weapon.

If it weren't for the fact that a fifth-tier Grand Knight's body was strong enough, this blow would have been enough to kill him.

But the Fifth Knight couldn't stop his contemptuous taunts.

"Ha, General Peiwen, do you see clearly? In the face of absolute power, your little tricks and toys are nothing but a meaningless death throes!"

He bent down slightly, making one last attempt to recruit you: "Why bother? You have a bright future ahead of you. Please bring out your little princess, and I will send you away from this dangerous battlefield. The Marquis will treat you with the highest honors!"

"Do you really want to die here, becoming a rotten corpse to be devoured by wild dogs and vultures?"

Tell me, where is Princess Liushuang?

Pevin gasped for breath, each breath bringing up spurts of blood. His gaze passed over the Fifth Knight, fixed on Connor behind him: "You...why did you betray me?"

The fact that he was still willing to communicate put the Fifth Knight at ease. He beckoned to Knight Connor: "Come here, tell him!"

Connor slowly walked over, his eyes avoiding Peven's piercing gaze, his voice dry: "I was just... following orders. I'm the Fourth Young Master's subordinate, and the Fourth Young Master has already submitted to Green Pine..."

Peiwen struggled to sit up, half-turned and raised her hand, as if to say something, but a large clump of semi-congealed blood gushed from her mouth, accompanied by a few weak coughs.

Finally, he gave up on words, only raising his left hand with difficulty and weakly waving it back and forth in front of his chest. Then, he brought his fingers together, palm down, and made a pressing motion. "What do you want to say?" The Fifth Knight Commander frowned, staring at him warily.

Peiwen continued to make the hand gestures with difficulty. At first, he used one hand, but after he sat up steadily, he used both hands to make gestures back and forth, making one gesture after another. The Zircon Knight looked on blankly, but dared not miss it. He could only try to open his eyes wide and remember those complicated movements.

At this moment, in a hidden camp six kilometers away, Xiaojun Liushuang was already crying her eyes out.

Each team has its own secret communication method. Pevin chose a suitable angle, knowing that the lark in the distant sky could see him. So, he repeatedly used hand gestures to tell the people in the hideout: Danger! Extreme danger!

Don't come near me, leave me alone!
Let's go, let's go quickly!
Peiwen made those hand gestures over and over again, the atmosphere in the hideout becoming suffocatingly tense.

Princess Liushuang sobbed incessantly, clinging to the female official, while Master Locke vigorously rubbed the magical artifact in his hand, drawing blood from his fingers. The two soldiers' faces were ashen, their teeth clenched. As for Chen Mo, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the screen, trying to discern every movement of Captain Peiwen.

On the battlefield, the Fifth Zircon Knight finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"I don't care what tricks you're playing. Even if you keep quiet, it's just a matter of spending a little more time on us. Why bother?"

"This land already belongs to Green Pine; no one can escape!"

"Think about it! As long as you confess, you can get immediate treatment! Perhaps... you'll still be that warrior for the rest of your life, instead of rotting away here!"

It seemed that the word "treatment" touched Peiwen. He supported himself with one hand on the ground and reached into his waist bag with the other, pulling out a thin, long tube that gleamed coldly.

The Fifth Knight cautiously took a few steps back, gripping the protective scroll tightly once more.

Seeing that the guy had taken out medicine to save himself, he actually breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Only with the will to survive can one have the possibility of manipulation and control.

Pevin did not disappoint him, and without hesitation, he plunged the mysterious thin tube into himself. Seemingly finding it ineffective, Pevin pulled out another one and plunged it in again.

This is not a healing medicine, but adrenaline from Dongxia.

Peiwen remembered Chen Mo saying that this thing would only take effect immediately if it was inserted into a blood vessel; if it wasn't inserted into a blood vessel, it would take several dozen breaths.

Peiwen didn't want to wait, and couldn't wait any longer.

His severe injury and blood loss robbed him of his accuracy, so he could only try one shot at a time.

As the third needle was inserted, and Peiwen reached for his fanny pack again, he suddenly felt his heart begin to pound violently.

A surge of heat pumped from his heart to his limbs, and his whole body felt slightly hot. His muscles began to tense up, and his previously limp body seemed to be infused with some kind of power. Peiwen stood up, covered in blood, and let out a violent roar.

"Connor!"

Pevin staggered and lunged toward Knight Commander Connor, who was standing to his side and behind him.

The Fifth Knight was happy to see this infighting and killing of each other, but of course, he didn't think that Pevin posed any threat at the moment.

He calmly took a small step back, crossed his arms, and prepared to enjoy this farcical comedy.

Then, in the next moment, he witnessed the Golden Scale Swordsman's final, brilliant and tragic cry!

(End of this chapter)