Swordsman Returns from Another World

"I've seen the leader." Baiyou pointed forward. Behind those members of the Integration Movement, stood a girl with the lower half of her face covered with a scarf.

Regicide.

"Are we going to fight and retreat at the same time? It may be difficult to defeat these guys here." Lin Guang said.

She tightened the weapon in her hand and was ready.

Before the doctor arrived, her team was only responsible for protecting the safety of the rendezvous point, so they didn't know what level of command ability Bai You had, so now they wanted to minimize casualties.

Bai You raised her hand and yawned. After handing the cup to Amiya, she said, "No, we will eat them here and capture the Rupert on the other side. I have something to do with her."

"Something? Didn't you lose your memory?" Doberman raised his eyebrows.

"When I was in the sarcophagus, I had a dream about the future. Just understand it this way." Baiyou raised the terminal, took the headphones handed to him by Amiya, and smiled.

"The battle has begun. Everyone, return to your positions. Oh, Amiya, find me a sword."

Amiya said "oh", wagged her tail and turned around, but then looked back in confusion: "Doctor...what do you want the sword for? I will be by your side to protect you!"

"Just an experiment."

Looking at the enemy getting closer and closer, Baiyou was not panicked at all. The figure of the king-slayer opposite was reflected in his blue eyes, like a cage binding him.

This playful look made the regicide on the other side of the street feel uncomfortable.

This team broke through the Upper City and was now at the edge of the Upper City. If they allowed these people to run into the Midtown area, it would no longer be their responsibility, and the Regicide hated this outcome.

The information about this team has been passed to Tallulah. Although this team cannot influence the outcome of the war for the Reunion Movement, Mephisto feels that there is no harm in killing them.

Chernobog's plan cannot go wrong, so the Regicide comes.

It’s just... these people are just too good at running!

Before, the King Slayer's defense line had not yet been formed, but these people had already broken through. The transition between fighting and rest was extremely fast and without any delay, just like a huge precision machine.

Under the leadership and control of that young boy, they couldn't catch up at all.

The sky was ablaze red, the Scourge was approaching, and if the battle dragged on too long, even the Kingslayer's own team would be affected.

Just when the Kingslayer was debating whether to have his team avoid the natural disaster and wait for the natural disaster to hit the Rhodes Island team before coming out to encircle and suppress them, he saw the boy on the opposite side raising a long sword.

The long sword was drawing in the air. From Baiyou's side, it might not seem like anything, but from the opposite side, it looked like writing.

The long sword waved in the air and a name was spoken.

Lyudmila.

The Regicide's true name.

……how come?

How did he know...my name?

Does he know me?

"Kill them for me and leave the child behind." The King Slayer lowered his head slightly, his eyes turned cold, and gave the order.

The infected passed by her like a tide, raising their shields and weapons, protecting their companions who were using Originium skills and bows and crossbows, and advancing forward.

As the team moved forward, the King Slayer saw the boy opposite him smile, a sly smile as if a prank had succeeded.

It made her shudder inexplicably, as if... she was back in Syracuse and being stared at by a wolf.

By a wolf cub that would bite her by the scruff of the neck and ride on her to claim victory.

The next moment, the fire and stone condensed by the Originium technique cut through the sky above the street and were thrown into the distance.

The infected roared, stepped forward, and eventually charged.

The hounds barked and rushed beside them.

The Rhodes Island operators in black and blue uniforms on the opposite side shrank their formation into a shuttle-like shape. Instead of retreating, they advanced with firm steps. The eyes revealed behind their shields were like sharp knives.

The young man that Lyudmila cared about was standing in the middle of the shuttle, walking forward as if he was strolling in the garden.

The Originium skills were activated in the air by the operators led by Amiya, achieving an aerial interception, and even the crossbow arrows that almost formed a rain of arrows were blocked by shields one by one, without any omissions.

It seemed that what was in front of Lyudmila was a chariot that could not be penetrated at all.

Chapter 13: Scout, survive

Just as Lyudmila and Baiyue were fighting, the sky became increasingly gloomy.

Scout wiped the sweat from his face and waited for the opportunity to come.

He and his team were waiting.

"I don't know if Amiya and the others have rescued the doctor..." someone in the team said.

"I think they have been rescued, right? Unfortunately, the communications were affected by the natural disaster, so we can't know the specific situation." Someone responded.

As if opening a conversation box, the operators who were still waiting for an opportunity spoke one after another. They were hiding in the ruins of the city, in the core area controlled by the Reunion Movement.

They started chatting right under the enemy's nose.

"To be honest, if we have the Doctor, then future battles will be much easier." One of the old voices chuckled, "His command is really impressive, but he has become more and more decisive. If it were a team of our nature, we might be abandoned at any time."

"Isn't it now? We were thrown into the enemy's lair and carried out a decapitation operation. To be honest, Dr. Kal'tsit's command level, ha, is terrible." A young female voice laughed, but she only said such mocking words about Kal'tsit behind her back.

However, it seems that mocking Kal'tsit's conducting has become a regular routine for everyone, like a classic being replayed. In such a tense moment, harmless jokes can keep the mind active.

Only Scout became nervous after hearing the word "Doctor".

He watched the gathering of the Integration Movement in the distance through his sniper scope, took a deep breath, and spoke with a trembling voice.

"I don't know... whether rescuing the doctor is a good thing or not."

As these words came out, the communication fell into a long silence.

After a long while, the old voice asked, "Why?"

Scout was silent for a moment, and then he seemed to have made up his mind to open his heart. He then spoke:

"Doctor, please help Rhodes Island break the current impasse and make it more prosperous and more... vibrant."

"The former doctor was a teacher and researcher. He was our teacher. He was the one who could overturn the balance of Kazdel."

"But... we pushed him into the fire pit with our own hands, didn't we?"

"It was us." Scout gritted his teeth, as if blaming himself: "It was us who turned him into an evil spirit, and it was us who dragged him into the war."

"He gave us a reason to fight. He gave hope to the turbid land of Kazdel. He pointed out that our lives could become better."

“So we took this as our goal, to fight, to start a war that would overturn everything, not to repay him, but for our own pursuit.”

"But in the end, we dragged him into this quagmire, into the chaos of Kazdel that had not changed for countless years, and turned him into an evil spirit."

"He just didn't know how to refuse our request, so he agreed to command us. From then on, he only had victory in his eyes. Don't you think this is a jerk?"

"Scout, you need to stay calm." Someone in the team reminded.

Scout took a deep breath and said, "I know. I'm calm. I just wanted to say those weak words."

"He will still go on for us, but I don't know if I, a weak person like me, have the courage to bear the weight of that journey."

At this moment, he suddenly felt something touching him.

He was suddenly awakened from his sadness, and his body jumped two or three meters to the side as if by reflex, jumped to the other end of the room, raised his gun and aimed at the previous position.

There, a tentacle appeared at some point. It was pink in color, but covered with a layer of white chitinous shell.

The thing seemed to notice that the scout was looking at it, so it swayed slightly and greeted him in a very human way.

There is no hostility.

In order not to expose himself, Scout did not pull the trigger, but frowned and looked at the monster in front of him.

The tentacle slid on the ground, and a sentence was outlined on the dust.

"I'm from Rhode Island."

Scout didn't respond, but continued to hold the gun, wondering when Rhodes Island had such a thing, it was totally unreasonable.

The tentacles continued to write on the ground: "The Doctor has awakened, but has been stopped by the Reunion Movement. He needs your help."

"Leave Garson's affairs to me. Please go support the doctor. Take your team with you and make sure everyone survives."

Scout temporarily shut down the communication and whispered, "I don't know if you can be trusted. Even if you know that Garson is our target, why should I trust you?"

"If there really is such a back-up plan, why don't I, as an elite operator, know about it?" He continued to raise his gun: "Are you the result of Dr. Kal'tsit? Like Mon3tr?"

The tentacles continued to carve on the ground, and the chitinous shell made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the ground. It was no longer depicted with dust, but was carved directly on the ground.

"Scout, you have to live."

"You are going to witness a future that is different from the past, together with everyone else."

"Please trust me."

Scout held the gun and stared at the tentacle in silence. The tentacle kept waving on the ground, as if it was a little anxious, yet full of sincerity.

"Will I die here if I don't leave?" He seemed to realize something and spoke in a dry voice.

The tentacles froze for a moment, then slowly and firmly nodded up and down.

"I knew it..." Scout sneered, "Dr. Kal'tsit's command level is really bad."

"This almost suicidal mission, disregarding casualties and pursuing the final result, seems like something she could do."

"And it seems that you are not in the same group as Dr. Kal'tsit. Ah, of course, Dr. Kal'tsit is loyal to Rhodes Island, I know." He gently put down the gun and reached out to scratch his cheek through the mask covering his face.

"It's just that, Dr. Kal'tsit, haha, sometimes you really need someone to balance the atmosphere she brings."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly clasped his hands together and said carefully to the tentacles: "Please, keep these words secret. I don't want to be hung on the mast by her, hahahaha..."

The tentacle nodded in understanding and tapped the ground: "I understand, she does make people feel pressured."

"But don't worry, everything will change when the Doctor returns to Rhode Island."

"The Doctor now is different than you remember."

Scout nodded, acknowledging the tentacle's friendly status. He did not ask for too many details, but said, "Although I am sorry, can you let me see my target die before I leave? Otherwise, I will be worried. Although I don't distrust you, I must give an explanation for my mission."

The tentacles pointed out the window.

Scout looked outside following its guidance, and then his eyes widened.

Chapter 14: What is the value of the butter world? (Back)

"Bang!!"

The earth rumbled and bulged high, as if a giant dragon had awakened.

Countless tentacles covered with chitinous shells broke through the ground and gushed out from the cracks ferociously.

The Sarkaz mercenary team was completely unguarded. Even the most perceptive reconnaissance mercenaries failed to sense the sudden attack. Those tentacles seemed like part of the earth.

The Silver Honey familiar's greatest skill is the ultimate camouflage, camouflaging to the point of blending into the environment, moving silently and camouflaging silently, and then restraining the prey in an instant!

Those tentacles were dancing, and the inside of the tentacles specialized for attack were full of knotted muscles. In an instant, it seemed as if the entire ground had turned into a meat carpet. Countless tentacles whipped the Sarkaz mercenaries, catching them off guard.

Even if it was cut off by the mercenaries who reacted quickly, a huge amount of pink mist gushed out from the broken end, and all the mercenaries who smelled the mist felt their bodies become limp.

The weaker magicians and ranged mercenaries were tied up before they could even exert their strength.

If they were to meet head-on, the Silver Honey familiar would be no match for this group of mercenaries. They are experienced in hundreds of battles and are definitely not something that the Silver Honey familiar at this stage could handle.

But if it is in the enemy's hinterland, and a sudden attack is launched when the enemy relaxes his vigilance, and the fog is released in a targeted manner, using the fog that does not belong to this world to break through the resistance of the Sarkaz mercenaries, then it is obvious that the Silver Honey Familiar is superior.

When the Sarkaz mercenaries were in a panic, they did not notice that the mercenary leader Garson, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, had been pierced in the ankle by a tentacle and injected with a deadly poison.

The Sarkaz people possessed a powerful talent for Originium skills and also had extremely strong physical fitness. However, the exorcists that Silver Honey's familiar had faced in the past were no weaklings either. What they gained from the countless physical conquests was an unstoppable advantage over their physical fitness.

The products from other worlds are unreasonable!

Any one of these things can subvert the world order!

After Garson was injected with the poison, he collapsed in just a moment, and the hand that had just raised the weapon dropped down. In the moment when his subordinates were busy struggling to break free, he had already lost his life.

It’s not that the Sarkaz mercenaries are weak, but that the Silver Honey familiars are too targeted.

After completing its purpose, the sharp tentacles covered with chitin instantly pierced Garson's heart, and after confirming that the target was dead, it began to shrink its body.

The attack came so quickly that by the time the mercenaries reacted, the ground had returned to its original state, and even the chopped-off tentacles were dragged back into the ground by other tentacles.