Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

"Hehehe... The one who killed you was called Venomous Fang."

The two men faced off, creating an open space. The other soldiers tried to surround them and outnumber them, but Edmund stopped them.

"Don't come any closer. You're no match for him. Let me handle him. You go and protect the rest of the refugees."

Venomous Fang was pleased with Edmund's discerning eye. He drew a short knife from his waist, spun it wildly, and charged towards Edmund.

Edmund didn't move, but simply swung his sword lightly. The greatsword casually blocked the short knife, but then he flicked it upwards, and Venom's arm flew into the air.

A spurt of blood gushed from Venom's arm, but Venom was not bothered.

"Wow, that's incredibly strong!"

Edmund didn't waste any words with him, and thrust his sword out again, aiming straight for his chest.

If that sword strike lands squarely, he'll be cleaved in two.

However, Venomous Fang wasn't there to die. He suddenly took a step back, then opened his mouth wide, and streams of yellow liquid gushed out. Edmund instinctively sheathed his greatsword.

The yellow liquid fell to the ground, making a sizzling sound. Some refugees nearby were unable to dodge in time and got stuck to their bodies. The yellow liquid immediately broke through their clothes and corroded their skin. The refugees screamed in agony as the areas on their bodies stained with the yellow liquid quickly festered and corroded.

Acid solution.

The acid spilled onto the ground, corroding the soil and emitting pungent white smoke that obscured the figure of the venomous fang.

Within that plume of white smoke, the figure of Venomous Fang flickered and twisted, sometimes growing larger, sometimes smaller, sometimes a distorted monster, sometimes a human form.

Everyone stared intently at the white mist. After a long while, a monster that was neither human nor ghost emerged from the mist.

Mutated venomous fangs.

Half of his head had turned into a drooping mass of flesh, and his entire right arm had become a sickle-shaped fleshy blade.

His lower body and two legs had completely lost their human form, turning into a slender shape similar to an arthropod, with barbs and thorns on them.

What's most surprising is that he has two transparent, insect-like wings on his back. As the wings on his back flutter gently, he rises and falls off the ground.

This is no longer human.

Venomous Fang looked at his half-human, half-ghost appearance and nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.

He used his fleshy arm instead of his right hand, and with a casual swing, left a whistling sound in the air.

Without a word, the fang charged straight at Edmund.

Edmund swung his sword to meet his opponent, and just as the flesh blade was about to collide with the greatsword, the arthropod with fangs suddenly exerted force with its legs and leaped to the side, its figure flashing past Edmund's front like a ghost, appearing directly to Edmund's side.

He was clearly aware of the power of Edmund's greatsword and was unwilling to confront it head-on.

He dodged to the side and swung his flesh blade at Edmund's neck, but Edmund dodged, and the blade missed, striking Edmund's vest instead.

Venomous Fang thought, "Even a vest is fine; crippling him first wouldn't be bad!"

However, when his flesh blade collided with Edmund's vest, a crisp metallic clang was heard, and the fang's flesh blade went numb.

Looking closely through the ripped fabric of Edmund's vest, one could see that he was wearing a set of neatly made bone armor underneath, which had just blocked the attack.

Taking advantage of the moment when the venomous fang's attack failed and he was instead shaken, Edmund swung his sword backhand, aiming straight for the fleshy blade.

There was a "plop" sound.

The venomous fangs had just healed on his right hand, and it was ruined again.

When two people are truly locked in combat, every move is treacherous and potentially fatal.

The venomous fangs, having failed to strike, became the prey themselves, suffering a great loss.

It flapped its wings behind it, took a sudden step back, and cursed the shameless and insidious.

"Wearing armor inside? How insidious!"

Edmund wasn't one to talk much, so he ignored Edmund's ravings and silently swung his greatsword to attack.

Knowing it couldn't fight head-on or launch a sneak attack, the fang flapped its wings and lifted its feet off the ground.

In no time, it flew to a height of seven or eight meters in the air.

"I can fly! Can you? Come and catch me!"

As Chiya spoke, he suddenly puffed out his cheeks, as if a large amount of acid had accumulated in his mouth, and then sprayed it toward the ground.

The people on the ground were terrified when they saw him like this and scattered in panic.

What difference is there between him looking like this and knives falling from the sky?

In fact, it could be said that there is no difference.

His strange acid would rot the skin and corrode the bones if it touched you, and since he was in the air and couldn't be touched by others, he bombarded the area with impunity.

"Hit me!"

Edmund remained silent, only drawing his bow and arrows repeatedly.

"Venomous Fang... (a swear word)!"

Edmund remained calm and composed, nocked an arrow, and released it.

The fang also tried to flap its wings and fly quickly to evade the attack.

however……

[Precision Arrow: Ignores evasion, guaranteed hit! Has a chance to dismantle enemy armor.]

It can be said that unless Edmund deliberately shoots the arrow in the opposite direction, with the added benefit of the enchantment, the arrow will hit the target even with casual aim.

The arrow flew like a shooting star, striking Venomous Fang in the shoulder. Venomous Fang lost his balance and began to fall.

Edmund fired another arrow, this time hitting the fang in the abdomen and bringing it down from the sky.

The fang crashed heavily to the ground, creating a large crater.

Blood kept gushing from the two arrow wounds in his body, while he screamed incoherently.

"Why? Where did these knights from the backwaters get so much equipment? It's not fair! It's not fair!"

It can only be said that Venomous Fang's deduction was correct. Logically speaking, a knight like Edmund, who lived in a remote and impoverished area, would not have such advanced equipment.

But Vittorio is the creator of exceptions!

Having shot the fangs down from the sky, he was essentially incapacitated. Edmund continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

During this time, Venomous Fang tried to put up a last-ditch effort, spitting a mouthful of acid at Edmund.

However, Edmund swung his greatsword horizontally, and flames erupted from the blade, instantly evaporating the acid gas into nothingness.

Venomous Fang lay on the ground, eyes vacant, completely defeated.

"An enchanted weapon! A rare enchanted weapon! You even have something like this? Why don't you go to the capital and become a royal knight? What are you doing bullying a nobody like me on the border?"

In the end, even Venomous Fang sounded a little aggrieved.

The Royal Chosen Knights he referred to were the direct knightly order of the King of Neo-Augustus. While the kingdom's various legions were in disarray, the Royal Chosen Knights were recognized by other countries as the kingdom's only tough nut to crack.

Venomous Fang had exhausted all his tricks, so Edmund stepped forward and pressed his sword against his throat.

"Who ordered you to cause trouble here? Who gave you this power?"

Indeed, with Edmund's archery skills, he could have killed Venomous Fang with two arrows to the head, but he chose to attack two places that would incapacitate him but not kill him.

It was precisely because he wanted to extract information from Venomous Fang.

When Edmund pressed him for information, Venomous Fang realized that he might still have a chance to survive, so his eyes lit up and he spoke.