Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 52 Paladin

The closer you get to the surface of Pit 2, the more half-dead creatures you'll find.

The former mining settlements, in particular, are now teeming with infected undead, resembling a living hell.

"Sacred Law!"

A middle-aged man in armor, holding a long sword, looked solemnly at the chaotic crowd ahead.

As he uttered two sacred syllables, a soft white light emanated from his body, seemingly dispelling the surrounding yin energy.

"May the deceased rest in peace."

With his head slightly lowered, the man dashed out like lightning, brandishing his long sword, and one half-dead man after another fell to the ground.

The longsword in his hand was covered in rust and did not look sharp, but it slid into the body of a half-dead man as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.

Nothing can stop the longsword in its path.

The white light emanating from their bodies is even more effective at suppressing yin energy.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten half-dead people completely lost their ability to move.

The man slowly sheathed his longsword, turned to look at the rescued people, and bowed deeply with one hand on his chest:

May God bless you.

The group stared in disbelief, and one of them stammered:

"Th...thank you!"

In Black City, apart from trusted relatives and friends, no one will help a complete stranger.

The strong are even less likely to show kindness to the weak.

and so……

Where did this oddball come from?

"I'm looking for someone."

The man took out a crumpled scroll from his person, unfolded it, and revealed the facial features of a young man:

"His name is Ryan. He was sold here last year."

"Raine?"

Several people shook their heads blankly:

"I don't know him/her, I've never seen him/her before."

"Really?" the man asked with a regretful expression.

"Sorry to bother you."

"Wait a minute." A little girl called out in a clear voice from the crowd:

"I remember there was someone named Raine in Pit 3, but it's near Pit 2, and it's still underground..."

"He's probably dead."

"Oh!" The man's eyes lit up.

"Thanks."

He then turned and walked towards Pit No. 3.

"Wait a moment!"

The little girl stood up and said hurriedly:

"It's very dangerous down there, do you really have to go?"

"Yes." The man nodded:

"I promised my friend that I would protect his son, and keeping promises is our code of conduct."

"But...but..." the little girl stammered, and as the man walked further and further away, she shouted loudly:

"What's your name?"

Bertrand Russell.

The man's voice drifted on the wind.

"Let's go," someone whispered in the crowd.

"He must be a paladin."

"A paladin?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"The Moon Goddess has fallen; are there still paladins left?"

As knights who protect the goddess, the paladins followed her in death when she fell.

"some."

A sound rang out:

"Some people believe that the moon goddess did not truly fall. They travel the world, searching for traces of the goddess and seeking a way to resurrect her."

"never mind!"

"These things are none of our business."

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Aya took Xiaonan away, and the team lost two combatants, but it wasn't a big problem for Karl.

He only asked others to lure out the prey, and then he personally hunted and killed it, mainly guarding against those hiding in the shadows.

When it came to actually taking action, even Konan, the knight's squire, couldn't really help much.

If even he is no match for the target, adding one or two more people won't make a difference.

Aya understood this, which is why she took Xiaonan away, since it was insignificant.

However, it wasn't until the operation actually began that Karl noticed something was amiss, and his brow furrowed unconsciously.

Without Aya, although Dana and the other three still followed his orders, things didn't feel as smooth.

Like,

There is now a barrier between them.

It must be admitted that although Aya is not very strong, she has a convincing leadership quality.

No wonder he was able to build up a force in a short time, and others followed him wholeheartedly. This ability is clearly not in Karl.

…………

"Whoosh!"

"Pfft!"

The arrow, dipped in holy water, pierced the body of the half-dead man.

White smoke immediately rose from the half-dead man's body, the yin energy within his body dissipated, and his movements became sluggish and stiff.

"kill!"

Dana and the others shouted as they charged forward.

The group was already familiar with this process, and with the help of holy water, harvesting half-dead creatures was a piece of cake.

What others dislike about the other person is actually their favorite creature.

"puff!"

Karl swung his broadsword and beheaded an undead.

"Who?"

Before he could collect the soul powder on the ground, Hausman suddenly roared in front of him, and he couldn't help but look up.

At the end of the street, a blond man with disheveled hair walked slowly towards them.

The man, with a strange longsword hanging from his waist, stood on the corpse of a half-dead man and looked at the group of people. His facial features were completely obscured by his long, disheveled hair.

"They are my prey."

"your?"

Hausman sneered upon hearing this:

"Just because you say it's yours, doesn't mean it's yours!"

"Hausman," Dana said, stopping what she was doing.

"Be careful!"

Our side has five people, while the enemy clearly only has one person, yet they blatantly come over to demand the spoils of war.

Either they're crazy or they have enough confidence.

"look."

The man turned the body over and pointed to its back:

"This wound was inflicted by me."

There was indeed a thin, long sword mark on the back of the corpse, slashing diagonally downwards, but it was not fatal.

"So what if it is?"

Hausman looked disdainful:

"We were the ones who killed it. It just shows you're incompetent. Next time, remember to be more decisive!"

That's enough.

Karl frowned and said:

Give him the body.

From the moment the blond man appeared, the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique issued a warning signal; though faint, it indicated he was a master.

The less trouble, the better.

It was just a corpse.

"That's right."

Before Hausman could back down, the blond man nodded and said:

"Thank you for reminding me. I do need to be more decisive when I take action. I won't make this mistake again."

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Karl's heart skipped a beat.

"Be careful!"

Before he could cast a spell, he flicked his wrist, and three arrows shot out, heading straight for the blond man.

"bite……"

With a crisp sound, all three arrows fell to the ground.

The blond man also produced a sharp, spike-like sword, which, after severing the incoming arrow, pierced Haussmann's heart with astonishing speed.

"puff!"

With a gentle push, the sword pierced through his heart and emerged from his back.

"this time……"

Looking at Haussmann, whose face was filled with astonishment and whose life was rapidly fading, the man grinned, a bright smile:

"Isn't that straightforward enough?"

"Hausman!"

"what!"

"..."

Dana and her two companions' expressions changed drastically. Their anger at the murder of their companion reached its peak instantly, and they roared as they charged forward.

"Oh……"

Seeing this, the blond man shook his head slightly, flicked his wrist, and Hausman's body flew out.

His figure followed closely behind, his slender sword trembling, leaving afterimages that instantly enveloped the group.

"They're here!"

My favorite scene is here!

Blood splattered! Limbs scattered! Despair and fear...

"bite……"

"Jingle bells..."

A sharp clang rang out, sparks flying as metal clashed. The expected scene did not unfold; instead, the blond man staggered backward, his sword landing lightly on the ground.

"what?"

He looked at Karl, his face showing surprise and doubt:

"I didn't expect there to be another expert here."

"pity!"

Before he finished speaking, he charged forward again with his sword, his speed much faster than before, and the sword shadows were even more intense.

(End of this chapter)