Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

"What? Take me there quickly! And warn the Kingslayers behind us to be on high alert." The captain tightened his grip on his weapon and hurried after his subordinates to a mountain hollow.

The corpses lying haphazardly were those of the brothers who had stayed behind earlier. He examined the bodies and saw that they had all been killed cleanly with a single blow, which made him somewhat nervous.

"Hey, you guys from the Reunion Movement down there?" A strange voice came from above.

The crowd looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a Sakota girl with short red hair pointing a gun at them: "As per the boss's request, these bullets are for you!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, and the captain hurriedly shouted for his men to raise their shields, but it was too late. The three swordsmen and shieldmen fell to the ground on the spot, blood gushing from their heads, and they could not be saved.

Being able to take on the important task of being the vanguard, this team was no rabble. They quickly stabilized their position, suppressed the girl's fire with firepower, and then surrounded her with melee soldiers.

Unexpectedly, a Lupo girl with long, dark blue hair suddenly emerged from the bushes, wielding two golden swords that slashed horizontally and easily killed the enemy who charged at her.

Then the two girls realized they couldn't fight them head-on, so they dodged the crossbowmen and sorcerers' attacks while fleeing into the distance.

"I was just worrying for nothing. I knew the brothers in the ruined city were risking their lives to hold off our retreat and buy us time. How could they be taken down so quickly?" Although they lost several men at the first encounter, the sword and shield captain breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder there were only two simple types of wounds; it turns out there were only two of them.

"It must be a reconnaissance team sent by Lungmen. Take them out and don't give them a chance to tip off!" He waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to continue the pursuit.

However, the appearance of these two girls is also a dangerous sign. Since the reconnaissance team has been sent here, the main force of Lungmen should be arriving soon. We must get the Kingslayer and the others into position as soon as possible.

The captain summoned the communications officer, relayed his deductions to the king killer, and then took the lead in chasing after him.

"Texas, have we stirred up a hornet's nest?" Exusiai turned around, precisely killing a crossbowman, and clicked her tongue as she looked at the densely packed crowd.

"Notify the Doctor that the enemy has entered the designated ambush zone. We can proceed." Texas checked the situation and gestured towards the hillside not far away.

If this group of Reunion Movement members hadn't been so focused on chasing Exusiai and her companion, perhaps someone would have noticed the swarming figures on the hillside.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs," only the result remains.

Section 98, Chapter Ninety-One: You Can Always Trust the Kingkiller (2)

"What exactly happened? Why did the enemy ambush us first?"

"We need to find a way to get out of here quickly, this position is too disadvantageous for us if we fight!"

"Damn it, the brothers in the rear say there's no way to retreat; the road is blocked by enemy heavy armor!"

When a large number of Reunion troops entered the hills, the once quiet and desolate wilderness suddenly became lively. They were first met with a barrage of gunfire, crossbow bolts, and magical attacks, forcing them to move towards the hills with more cover on the other side.

But before they could even take cover, an astonishing number of guards and heavy-armored operators pounced out from the shadows, instantly scattering the team and leaving them isolated and surrounded.

"Brothers, come on! There's a weak point on the other side. Charge in and take it..." A crossbowman squad leader tried to organize a counterattack, but before he could finish his sentence, a bloody hole burst open between his eyebrows.

This poor crossbowman team leader was definitely not the first low-ranking officer to die from a precise sniper shot, nor would he be the last.

"Twenty-two! A few more, and the prize money will be enough to buy that Gucci bag!"

On a cliff far from the battlefield, Ambriel sat cross-legged, firing his gun in a strange, sideways posture.

Before the battle began, Qin Duanyu's orders were simple: ignore the small fry, killing them wouldn't be very effective and wouldn't bring out Ambriel's tactical value; just aim at the guys who were waving and shouting orders and looked like minor officials.

This suited Ambriel's wishes perfectly. Although those ordinary Reunion Movement members, who were like ants, could be hit even with one's eyes closed, their sheer number was annoying to look at. It was much easier to slowly find and snipe targets like this.

Soon, she selected another warlock group leader who had emerged and gently pulled the trigger.

"Twenty-three! Have a cookie and take a break. I've been using Originium Arts too often." She exhaled a breath of stale air and reached for the Pocky beside her, but somehow found it empty.

“Hey, just say you want some, there’s no need for this, right?” Ambri shouted at a bush in the distance, pulling out an unopened box of Pocky from her pocket. “I really envy you, you get paid without doing anything.”

However, Ambriel thought again that this guy wouldn't get any reward either, so she immediately calmed down, picked up the biscuit, and continued searching for victims.

The bushes nearby remained silent, only a faint chewing sound could be heard.

……

Despite being ambushed, the Reunion Movement was not without the means to fight back.

The originally dry and sunny weather was suddenly shrouded in thick fog, which severely hampered the firing of the mountain strongholds and gave the Reunification Movement a precious respite.

While ordinary Integral soldiers are also affected, the infiltrators trained by the Kingslayer are not. This time, in addition to assassins who fight in close combat, there are also crossbowmen and sorcerers who are skilled in disguise and infiltration.

Soon, casualties began to appear on the Lungmen side as well. The heavy and guard operators had no choice but to withdraw from the white mist. The situation changed from one-sided domination to a stalemate.

Doctor, I've crawled out of hell, stronger and angrier than ever before. This time, Talulah isn't going to bring you back alive. Just wash your neck and wait!

The kingslayer gripped his dagger, surveying the enemies that kept popping up, trying to pinpoint Qin Duanyu's location. But the coward never showed his face; he was probably hiding in some dark corner issuing orders.

"Lord Kingslayer, they have a sniper rifle that's been lurking around us. Can you think of a way to deal with it?" A heavily armored captain walked over and said to Kingslayer, who was still observing from the sidelines.

The deaths of several grassroots cadres have caused problems with the command system of the integration movement. After all, with so many people under its command, middle-level cadres do not have time to remember each person's name. Usually, they only need to give orders to the grassroots team leaders.

Because of Ambriel's meddling, the orders issued by the middle-level captains failed to reach the lowest-level personnel, and sometimes contradictory orders were given, leading to farcical situations where orders were given to other teams.

Although the broken leg incident dealt a significant blow to the prestige of the regicide, her actions in turning the tide of the battle have earned her considerable face, and even her subordinates, who were known as "Broken Bones," have begun to use respectful titles towards her.

"Understood. You continue your offensive. I'll try to break through in the chaos." The Kingslayer nodded, secretly pleased. Since he couldn't find the guy he hated the most, he'd start with his subordinates.

It looks like the bullet was fired from the mountaintop over there.

After roughly confirming the location, the Kingslayer mingled with the attacking force and slowly advanced towards the direction of the sniper.

I've already confirmed it. That Ursus bear girl with the axe is still hacking people down at the foot of the mountain. Now no one can stop me from running away with my blade, Muda Muda Muda! With a quick step, she dodged the heavy armored soldiers who tried to stop her, parried a halberd thrust from a guard, and continued charging up the mountain.

As for Sibid, who couldn't keep up with the Kingslayer and could only eat his exhaust fumes, she would naturally have her companions to hold him off. What she needed to do was eliminate that major threat, the sniper.

Hmph, since she can take down Rhodes Island's ace sniper with a bomb, it's no problem for me, Kingslayer, to take one down today!

Soon, the sniper appeared in the Kingslayer's field of vision. She licked her lips, anticipating the scene of the dagger piercing the guy's throat.

Jingle Bell!

Without realizing it, she stepped on a thin line, and the crisp sound of a bell alerted the sniper.

However, this is completely irrelevant. What kind of skills does an assassin need to take down an ADC? Looking at her frail appearance, she doesn't seem like the type who can be so agile as to be ranked in the top 10.

Unexpectedly, Ambriel remained calm, let out a roar, and threw a chaff at the Kingslayer.

"Give me an A1 high-flash one, please!"

Although she didn't know why Qin Duanyu made her shout like that, Anbil found it quite exciting.

The blinding light and deafening noise momentarily stunned the regicide, but even so, she still didn't believe that Ambriel had any ability to resist.

At my speed, if you could hit me with a sniper rifle, I'd jump off this spot right now!

Whoosh!

Taking advantage of her momentary slowdown, a grappling hook flew out from the bushes, wrapped around her body once, and then locked on tightly. Then, a tremendous force came, as if to drag her away.

"You didn't expect that, did you! I specially wore mountaineering spiked boots this time!" The Kingslayer sneered, cutting the rope with his knife while pulling it back forcefully, and pulled a purple rabbit out of the bushes.

Once I cut the rope, you'll both die!

But just as the kingslayer was struggling to cut, that damned rabbit actually tied the rope to a large rock, and then, under her desperate gaze, waved its hand and revealed a strange smile.

Then, the little rabbit gave a light kick, and the already precarious boulder rolled down the mountain like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins, taking the Kingslayer, who was tied to the other end, flying out with a whoosh.

"*Ursus profanity*!"

The piercing screams were clearly audible even amidst the noisy battlefield; on the ground, all that remained was a pair of hiking boots.

"Is that all you've got?" An Suo sneered and hid back in the bushes.

Please welcome the next victim!

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Chapter 92, Section 99: Misha, why are you so skilled?

Outside the abandoned mine, there was an open space.

"Look, this is the trigger. Just load the ammunition, pull the trigger, and then detonate it with Originium Arts..." Shattered Bones handed a grenade launcher to Misha, instructing her on how to use the weapon.

Although he had already sent some elite troops to ambush the Kingslayer, even if the Kingslayer was useless, he should still be able to cause considerable trouble for Lungmen. W was also taking this opportunity to strengthen the defenses of the mine, but he still felt somewhat uneasy.

So they decided to teach Misha how to use weapons, so that they wouldn't be too busy to take care of her safety later.

"I...I don't know...whether it will work..." Misha looked at the weapon of mass destruction, her expression somewhat nervous.

Kind-hearted, she disliked things that took other people's lives, especially when she was unconscious. After seeing how he used this weapon to kill the enemy from the perspective of Shattered Bones, she felt even more resistant.

“You can definitely do it. I sense the same potential in you. Give it a try. Do what I told you before.” Broken Bones vaguely sensed her resistance and gently persuaded her, “A girl should always know some self-defense skills when she’s out in the world.”

For example, firing a grenade to kill the pervert.

"Alright, I'll give it a try... Don't be angry if it doesn't work." Seeing how persistent Shatterbones was, Misha couldn't persuade him otherwise and reluctantly took the grenade launcher.

"Don't worry, I'm right here beside you, nothing will happen." Broken Bones nodded, standing beside Misha, watching her every move.

As long as he's not so incompetent as to blow up the launcher, he can guarantee Misha's safety.

A barrel explosion? Safety?

Misha took the maintenance kit from his waist, skillfully opened the grenade launcher, checked the rifling and wiped away the dust, and carefully examined the firing mechanism before slowly and methodically starting to load the grenade.

"That rock, then." Misha glanced into the distance, her gun pointed at a lone boulder.

boom!

The grenade traced a perfect arc in the air, landing squarely on the rock, followed by a deafening explosion and a shower of fragments.

Why are you so skilled at this?

His jaw, shattered by bone, nearly fell to the ground; his face was filled with astonishment.

As a genuine user of grenade launchers, he knew how difficult it was to operate. Not only did it require a certain level of physics knowledge and skillful use of parabolic trajectories, but it also required using Originium Arts to precisely preset the explosion time before the grenade was launched.

If the time is too short, the grenade might explode as soon as it flies out, killing the enemy instead of the user. If the time is too long, the grenade will just be a flying lump of iron. With such terrible accuracy, it would be extremely unlucky to be unable to dodge and get crushed to death.

But at this moment, Misha's weapon proficiency was in no way inferior to his.

"Is... something wrong?" Misha asked, somewhat puzzled, as she handed the launcher back to Shattered Bones.

She didn't know why, but images of disassembling, assembling, and using the device inexplicably appeared in her mind, as if she were experiencing it herself, and she instinctively mastered it.

"Great! You really do have the same talent as me, no, you're even stronger than me!" Broken Bones suddenly burst into laughter as he came to his senses. With Misha's help, the upcoming battle would go much more smoothly.