Archer's Adventure Manual

Chapter 187 Night Raid; Clash of Legion Monsters

"A madman...he's absolutely insane!" That was the only thought in Lake's mind.

The Creator will lay an adventurer peacefully on the cold ground, and then summon a goblin and a murloc.

The goblins and murlocs had somewhat blank stares, as if they had been subjected to some kind of magic.

The Creator produced threads in his hands, and then he began his performance.

The fishman and goblin's tissues were cut off from their bodies, leaving their blood flowing on the ground.

Then the Creator would actively stitch these tissues onto the adventurer's body, without cutting the adventurer's tissues, but simply fusing them in, fusing them together seamlessly.

At this point, after the stitching was completed, the adventurer had the arms of a merman and the thighs of a goblin, which looked quite incongruous, but the stitching itself was not incongruous at all; on the contrary, it was quite perfect.

The goblins and mermen used for sewing lay motionless on the ground, as if they had lost their souls.

The Creator saw Lake staring at the goblins and fishmen and smiled slightly. "Everything has a price. Obviously, this is the price of becoming stronger. You should be glad that the most valuable part of a human is their brain. So... you will most likely become the main body of the stitching."

"This should be your strongest point. You are qualified to negotiate with me because I desperately need you as a vehicle to help me achieve my ideals. Lake, you have a strong physique and a brilliant mind, making you the best candidate to achieve my goals. Don't you really want to consider it?"

Lake glanced at the adventurer lying on the ground and said fiercely, "Did you even consider how that adventurer felt?"

The Creator clicked his tongue. "Oh~ you mean feelings? Of course I consider everyone's feelings. This adventurer voluntarily obtained this power, and aren't I asking for your opinion right now? I'm not forcing you."

"Besides, how do you think this child was redeemed? Wasn't it because he had a great father? So tell me, is his father feeling good or bad right now?"

Lake snorted coldly and didn't say anything more.

The Creator was not discouraged, but continued to display his achievements, placing another live rabbit on the ground.

He manipulated the silk threads in his hands, and in no time, the once lively rabbit became barely alive.

The Creator poured the rabbit into a suitably sized container, added a lot of water, and chanted a low, ancient incantation. The next moment, the water in the container gradually turned scarlet.

And all my rabbit-like tissues and organs disappeared, completely merging into the water.

"Bring a goblin up here."

A goblin was brought up, and the Creator took out a syringe and injected the crimson liquid into the goblin's body.

Before long, the goblin's body began to show rabbit-like features, such as its distinctive facial features and ears...

Lake suddenly remembered something; he had also been injected with a similar drug...

"The same drug you injected me with... is the same as his?!" Lake exclaimed immediately.

The Creator nodded. "Yes, but your will is quite strong. You managed to suppress the effect with holy light. However, I will try a few more times, or knock you unconscious. I will eventually succeed."

"So no matter what, you'll be on the same side as us. Just think about it, a legion commander with monstrous physical abilities... what kind of looks and opinions will he receive?"

Lake's eyes sharpened as he stared intently at the creator before him, knowing that what the man said was true.

No matter how much he tries to explain, he really can't change this fact.

Lake had no choice but to take it one step at a time. He asked coldly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Help me become a member of our team, just like Baron Warren, and now Rockfall is our original stronghold."

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"We will grow stronger step by step until we have the power to control the entire kingdom. As you have seen, I can transform the weak bodies of humans and make them strong."

"Abandoning human shortcomings and embracing the strengths of monsters—that's the wisdom of humanity. I believe you can also feel that formidable combat power. As long as you have enough combat strength, you can become the leader of the kingdom."

"Commander Lake, now prove your loyalty. Abandon your hypocritical holy light and accept the power from the monster's body. I've injected you with the blood of a giant bear, which possesses absolute strength and formidable defense."

"Give it a try."

Commander Lake was helpless. After much deliberation, he finally decided to dispel the protection of the Holy Light in his will and let the evil power flow into his body.

Before long, thick hair grew on Captain Lake's arm, and at the same time, he felt his heart shape was also affected, becoming somewhat manic and bloodthirsty.

The Creator noticed Lake's unusual expression and explained with a faint smile, "The strangeness you feel is normal. Fusion with a monster is not easy. You need to use your own will to constantly work on it and take the initiative. That is the meaning of fusion."

"I call this process glorious evolution."

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Lake, however, paid little attention to the Creator's nonsense and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, tell me, what do you need me to do now?"

The Creator chuckled, "Of course, besides grand ambitions, we also need to start with small things, such as getting everyone in your legion to join our organization."

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"That's impossible," Lake replied coldly.

"Of course, everyone has different choices, and I naturally allow others to choose to refuse. However, there is a price to pay for refusing. Commander Lake, you don't really think your legion can leave here alive, do you?"

"Disobey, and you'll face certain death. Consider your choice!"

Lake fell into a deep silence. His most important thought was that he didn't want to involve the Legion, but now, what should he do?

As night deepened, a portion of the legion's soldiers kept a cautious watch.

Lorraine and Barton also dared not relax their vigilance, observing the outside situation through the hotel window.

The wait was ultimately worthwhile. An unexpected event occurred: a commotion broke out outside the hotel, and small figures appeared in the twilight sky.

Even if Mark changes his mind and moves his location, Baron Warren still has many channels to obtain information about the legion's current location.

Upon closer inspection, the tiny figures in the sky are actually living, breathing people, but they have grown wings like birds.

The wings were quite large, and they seemed to effortlessly propel them into flight with a mere flap.

Loran noticed something amiss and knew that things had probably been exposed; he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

He hurriedly went to inform Mark and Roth, who also discovered the situation at the same time. Instantly, commotion broke out in the hotel, and the soldiers were woken up one by one.

The soldiers, still somewhat dazed from the effects of alcohol, were not entirely confused. Upon hearing of the enemy situation, they immediately perked up.

They remembered the research they had done before coming to Rockfall Town; it was a high-risk, red-level town, and they were prepared to go all out.

Once the legion's soldiers had been mostly awakened, Loran began to move. Now that their position had been exposed and they understood the enemy's intentions, there was no need to conceal anything further.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Arrows radiating magical light flew out of the window and accurately struck one of the flying adventurers.

The winged adventurer cried out in pain and hurriedly adjusted his body, but his injuries were already quite serious. Before long, he fell to the ground, his fate unknown.

While mastering flight has its advantages, it also has its disadvantages. Flying freely in the sky is a wonderful thing, but the cost of a crash is also quite high.

The other adventurers also became vigilant upon seeing this. When they saw Loran fire another arrow, they quickly used their skills to block it or used their agility to dodge it.

Roth ordered, "Archers, step forward and fire from the windows!"

One by one, the tightly closed windows opened, and arrows shot out from them unexpectedly.

These soldiers were all rigorously trained and had experienced numerous adventures, so they were able to remain calm and composed in the face of such a situation, with each arrow aimed directly at the vital points of the flying adventurers.

On the other hand, the flying adventurers are basically forced to cooperate with the creator. They have obviously only recently adapted to the wings on their backs, and it is extremely difficult for them to control them smoothly.

Under the barrage of arrows, the first wave of adventurers who organized the aerial attack were quickly defeated, some fleeing and others crashing to the ground.

This was also the first time that Loran had experienced such a powerful sense of unity up close.

Every soldier here possesses strength comparable to that of a Black Iron-level adventurer. When their power is combined, it's definitely not as simple as 1+1=2.

Of course, this is far from over; those half-baked adventurers who have mastered flight are merely here as pioneers.

Their goal was to spray the red substance and infect the sleeping soldiers under the cover of night; if that failed, they would launch a second wave of attacks.

Many dark shadows appeared around the inn, and the once peaceful Rockfall Town was instantly transformed, with monsters appearing everywhere in the town.

These monsters all looked very different; for example, some black wolves had rabbit-like ears, and some kobolds had unusually large bodies.

Furthermore, without exception, these monsters are covered with a layer of impenetrable scales on their skin.

Roth narrowed his eyes. As the deputy commander of the legion who had fought against monsters for many years, his intuition about monsters far surpassed that of ordinary people. He naturally sensed the threat around him.

"So you finally couldn't resist making a move?" Rot sneered. They came here to resolve the crisis in Rockfall Town, so how could they not have made preparations?

Their soldiers are well-equipped and have a strong will. They may not be good at dealing with all sorts of strange events, but they are absolutely fearless when it comes to direct confrontation.

A huge dog-headed man appeared on a nearby boulder.

It wields an iron scimitar, and its skin is covered not only with red scales but also with a thick layer of rock armor. It achieved this effect by stitching together creatures rich in the elements of heaven and earth.

"I have come for my brother Carlos, and I will make you humans pay the price!" The giant kobold roared to the sky.

On the other side, a goblin shaman holding a staff seemed to sense something. He revealed a sinister smile, "I regret the death of the previous shaman. I will do better than him."

The shaman cast a spell on the goblins in front of him, and their bodies shone with a bright, ghostly green light, greatly enhancing their physical attributes and constitution.

They charged forward relentlessly, undead, while a faint aura of magical shields emanated from their bodies.

The skilled archers gripped their bows and fired arrows forward, but the arrows seemed powerless against the spells in Sky: Children of the Light, and all of them were deflected.

Fortunately, there were many soldiers in the legion who were skilled in magic, and they began to spread out and cast blessing spells on the archers.

Loran, who was drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, naturally enjoyed the same treatment. He felt that his hand holding the bow and arrow had become stronger and lighter.

This is a bonus from wind magic.

"Whoosh!" The arrow flew out, and the magic arrow, enhanced by the hurricane, was several times faster than before, hitting a goblin's spell shield in the blink of an eye.

The arrows, moving at incredible speeds, not only gained increased speed, but also had their power greatly amplified when they struck the magical shield.

"Bang!" The spell shield shattered instantly, and the goblin's chest was pierced, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Although there were many scattered spell shields, their quality was greatly reduced. With the support of the Legion Mages, the arrows pierced through the goblins one after another.

The agile kobolds crouched low, ready to charge, and moved swiftly through the darkness. They soon reached the inn's door and launched an attack on the soldiers below, brandishing their weapons.

However, the holy light emanating from the soldiers was like a rising sun, and they all struck, their divine power punishing the kobolds.

Even with some improvements to their defenses, the kobolds were still no match for the soldiers' fierce attacks. In an instant, batches of kobolds lay on the ground, howling in agony.

"Charge! Fellow countrymen, do not be afraid! As long as we win, we will gain the favor of the dragon!" The giant kobold led the charge, roaring encouraging monster language from its mouth.

Upon hearing this, the dog-headed men charged forward with even greater vigor.

The inn was now in complete chaos. The soldiers' arrows were ultimately limited, while the number of monsters seemed endless.

This was destined to be a tough battle of attrition, and the legion was in an extremely passive position.