Survival in Sequences: Eighteen Years Old, Slaying Monsters Like Horses

The figure of the Deerman City Lord disappeared around the corner of the alley. His dark red cloak billowed like a tattered flag as he moved swiftly. His sword-wielding posture was heavy yet resolute, like a blade that had been reforged, knowing it would break but still slashing at the last layer of armor.

Ilya wanted to chase after him, but the night-walking lizard scratched at her crotch with its hooves. Xu Si raised his hand to stop her.

"Your presence will only distract him. Go to the city lord's mansion and wait there," he said.

The level seven life form vine in the city lord's mansion can still play a role.

Ilya's lips trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her pale purple eyes, but she ultimately did not move again.

The plant spirit flew up from her shoulder and landed in her hair, its tiny fleshy wings gently patting her earlobe as if silently comforting her.

Xu Si didn't linger; with a slight sway, he disappeared from the spot.

……

The sounds of fighting from the direction of the city gate were deafening.

The guards of Deerman City and the ambushers of Goldstone City were locked in a fierce battle on the bluestone square inside the city gate. The heavy footsteps of the scaled giants and the howls of the werewolf guards mingled together. The round little guys had already scattered and fled, leaving behind only overturned ore carts and shattered crystals.

Only the crystal clan was nowhere to be found.

When the Deerman City Lord arrived, the situation had already become one-sided.

The stench of blood was swept by the wind across the entire long street, and even near the city lord's mansion, one could smell the pungent odor of blood mixed with leather.

When Xu Si landed on the top of the city wall, he looked down and saw dozens of werewolf guards lying dead on the bluestone square. Their dark gray fur was soaked in blood and gleamed coldly in the dim light.

The lion-men warriors of Goldstone City advanced in a fan shape, their dark gold chainmail forming a powerfully imposing band of light within the ranks. Leading them was a colossal creature, twice the size of an ordinary lion-man, with a mane as dazzling as gold and almost tangible golden light surging in its lion eyes.

He wasn't holding a knife, but rather a scepter inlaid with crimson crystals—the head of the scepter was inlaid with a fist-sized dark red crystal core, its surface flowing with fine patterns that flickered like a living thing.

"Lord of Jinshi City?" The Deer-Man City Lord raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the crystal core.

The energy fluctuations emanating from that thing sent a shiver down his spine.

The Deerman Lord charged into the battle first, his greatsword flashing with sharp arcs of light, forcing three Lionman warriors back. This attack greatly relieved the predicament and boosted the morale of his werewolves.

But blood was still seeping from the tiger's mouth, the old wound had not yet healed, and there was a slight delay at the end of each swing of the sword.

That slight hesitation might be insignificant to an ordinary soldier, but to a master, it was a clear flaw.

"Old deer-man, your bones really can't hold up anymore. Let's see if you die this time!"

"Lord of Jinshi City, since you've come to die in person, then I'll gladly accept it." The light in the Deer-Man City Lord's beast eyes was as cold and hard as iron, and his aura was no less imposing.

The Lord of Jinshi City slowly stepped forward, the crystal core on his scepter flickering, each flicker causing a slight distortion in the energy flow in the air.

"To die?" He let out a low laugh, rough like the friction of metal against stone.

"With all those old wounds, can you withstand a single blow from me?"

His answer was the sudden appearance of the Deer-Man City Lord.

He knew that if there was any chance of survival today, it was if he beheaded the golden lion.

The greatsword slashed down diagonally from above, its blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The Lord of Jinshi City blocked with his scepter, and the moment the scepter and the sword blade collided, a dazzling golden-red spark burst forth, and both of them took a half step back.

In the shadows where the golden lions above the shops on both sides of the street could not be seen, the vines hanging on both sides of the street lay quietly dormant.

Is this the Deerman City Lord's backup plan?

This might not be enough!

After a few moves, the Deer-Man City Lord was clearly outmatched.

It seemed the battle was about to be decided.

The Golden Stone City Lord's scepter slammed down once more onto the Deer Man City Lord's horizontally held greatsword. Golden and red sparks exploded between the two, illuminating the fine beads of sweat on the Deer Man City Lord's forehead and the blood seeping from his tiger's mouth.

He took a half step back, his boots carving a deep groove in the bluestone ground, his chest heaving violently, each breath accompanied by a slight panting from deep within his lungs.

Instead of pressing his advantage, the Lord of Jinshi City put down his staff and stood with it on his shoulder. The dark red crystal core on the head of his staff flickered like a beating heart.

His lion-like eyes gleamed with an almost greedy, cold light, and his voice lowered slightly: "Old deer-man, how much longer can you hold out? Where has your bravado gone, that triumphant moment when you beheaded my envoy?"

Xu Si was still disappointed. This guy was holding something that looked like a treasure, but he didn't display the power he had imagined.

The scepter was less comfortable in his hands than a stick.

This somewhat shattered Xu Si's idea of ​​witnessing the wondrous power.

The Deer-Man City Lord's lips were pressed into a thin line, and he did not answer.

His gaze swept over the dwindling number of werewolf guards in the square. Those dark gray figures fell one after another before the lionmen's dark gold lines, like broken seashells left on the mudflats after the tide recedes.

His knuckles clenched even tighter.

"Look at you, you can't even stand up straight. If I had taken over the mine earlier, none of this would be what it is now."

The voice of the Lord of Jinshi City carried a hint of cruel pleasure. The crystal core on the staff flickered in his hand again, like a bright lamp about to burst forth.

"This is what you gained by destroying centuries of friendship between our two cities? Looks like you know how to use it now. How about showing me?"

The Deer-Man City Lord's gaze remained fixed on the crystal core, or rather, he remained on guard.

This crystal core was also the culprit that instigated the conflict between the two cities.

"Hahaha, I have regained the power of my ancestors. Before I die, I'll show you!"

In the past, the Golden Lions relied on their powerful physiques in battle, not on a scepter like they do now.

There must be a reason for doing this.

It must be because something was discovered in this crystal core that the Golden Lion was so eager for the mining area of ​​Deer City.

"Then let me show you the methods of our ancestors!" The Golden Lion was in a state of near madness.

The scepter of the Lord of Jinshi City was raised high, and the dark red crystal core suddenly lit up for a moment. The air around the head of the scepter was compressed into a visible vortex, and even the air emitted a faint whistling sound, like glass being squeezed.

The Deerman City Lord's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively held his greatsword horizontally in front of him, but he knew what was going on.

In his current state, he couldn't possibly withstand this attack.

Just as the scepter was about to fall, the Lord of Jinshi City suddenly froze for a moment, as if an invisible thread had caught the tendon in his wrist. The crystal core at the top of the scepter flashed for a moment, then dimmed again, and the compressed energy dissipated like a punctured balloon.

The lion-like eyes of the Lord of Jinshi City suddenly froze.

But that momentary delay was enough.

Having already cooperated twice, the Deerman City Lord's greatsword flashed like lightning, cutting into the Golden Lion's blind spot and slicing directly through his neck.

A fine head was thus lost.

Dark golden blood splattered onto the bluestone ground, leaving a steaming trail.

However, Lord Lu'er still saw doubt and resentment in his last eyes.

[Among the donations I received today, I was so grateful to this wonderful person, Karami No. 2, who is my benefactor.]