Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

But Ansag remained resolute, even pulling Sataiker aside and lowering his voice.

Then, accompanied by a series of whispers, Satek's expression gradually became skeptical.

……

On the battlefield where the sun worshippers clashed with the serpent worshippers, the soldiers carrying the giant serpent banners gathered together and switched from offense to defense.

To the warriors who worshipped the sun god, this was undoubtedly a symbol of victory. Although they had not yet annihilated the serpent demon army, they had successfully halted the enemy's advance—which fully proved that this method of conducting small-scale guerrilla warfare in five-person squads was extremely effective.

This further fueled the confidence of the warriors who worshipped the sun god, making them fight even more fiercely.

After all, the rewards are right in front of us.

Just like Habisa, who was once just a farmer, became a spearman and then a swordsman. Now, after experiencing many battles, his experience has raised his level to twenty-five. He is now a skilled swordsman, and killing those green-skinned monsters is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

During this process, the originally solitary Hapisa also met many comrades-in-arms who shared life and death, such as Gebton, a strongman who wields a battle axe, Totmas, who is proficient in spears, Nephthys, an archer who never misses a shot, and Imhotepsa, the seemingly least noticeable but most important healer of the sun god.

"We are invincible!"

Habisa and his comrades once made a vow that they would stand together through life and death no matter what.

If there is any problem, it is probably that there are fewer and fewer green-skinned monsters to hunt recently. Those green-skinned monsters have all retreated into the Serpent Demon's camp and almost never appear alone anymore. Although with their current strength, they could probably achieve considerable results by attacking the camp directly, such a thing is too dangerous and would cause unnecessary casualties to themselves.

"Perhaps we should organize more manpower, just like in those previous wars..."

As Habisa led his team on their routine patrol, he began to plan how to bring together more teams like his.

However, at this very moment, Habisa's squad unexpectedly encountered an enemy.

Although they themselves were not quite sure whether that person could be considered an enemy.

"Putahka!"

Seeing the figure not far away, Habisa was speechless. It turned out to be the swordsman he had met once before.

"What are you doing! Why do you have the serpent demon's emblem on your body!"

"Why do I bear the emblem of the serpent god? It's because the great serpent god gave me what I wanted."

As he said this, the swordsman known as Puta Card drew his longsword from his waist.

That longsword, radiating a dense aura of death, was clearly no ordinary object.

Chapter 142 Those Who Surrender to the Serpent Demon

Under the dim moonlight, Habisa's five-man squad was engaged in a fierce battle with the swordsman Puta Card.

Habisa had to admit that the swordsman Putahka had chosen an extremely insidious moment. The longsword, emitting black smoke, was almost invisible in the already dark night. In addition, Putahka's skills were as elusive as a ghost, and for a time, the five people were completely suppressed by one person.

"Why!"

Habisa couldn't understand why this former Sun God Warrior would betray the Serpent Demon. They should have fought against evil together, but Ptahka had instead sided with evil.

Clearly, this Ptahka is stronger than him.

"You're already level 30, you'll soon reach the Sword Saint level, why..."

"Reach Sword Saint level? What good will reaching Sword Saint level do? What will they give you? What will you gain?"

Ptahka scoffed, but continued swinging his sword.

“Foolish Habisa, you still have the mind of a farmer, so you still can’t understand that those temple priests are just using you…”

"Ah."

Habisa paid no attention to these words of persuasion to surrender, after all, those green-skinned monsters often shouted the same thing before they died.

The serpent demon's soldiers are probably all like this; they always act as if everyone else has been used, as if they are the only ones in the world who are clear-headed.

"And what about you! What have you gained by siding with the Serpent Demon?!"

"I?"

Ptahka looked at the black longsword in his hand.

"I have gained true power!"

With a roar, Ptahka swung his greatsword, the blade pointing directly at the spearman Totmas.

As Habiza's comrade-in-arms, Totmas's martial arts skills were naturally superb. The spear in his hands was as light as straw, yet as venomous as a bee sting. As the spear shaft was pulled back, the easily broken wooden shaft avoided the sword's edge, while the foot-long spear blade was already entangled with the sword blade.

With just a twist of the spear, the longsword emitting black smoke would be disarmed and thrown from the hand. This was the spearman Tothmas's signature technique – the Arm of Anumut!

Anumt was a servant of the gods with an elephant's head. It is said that the long trunk of the elephant was Anumt's third arm, and that he could even pluck stars from the sky.

Thomas's attack was similar; this unexpected method of disarming had never failed. No one would have thought that a spearman could use such skillful techniques. By the time they realized it, it was too late.

Just like now, a hint of surprise appeared on Puta's face.

But immediately, that astonishment turned into a sinister grin.

The reason is that what is flying out now is not a longsword emitting black smoke.

Instead, it was half a sharp bronze spearhead.

The bronze spear was clearly tangled in the sword, but the sharp blade sliced ​​through the spearhead as easily as cutting through reeds.

Then, two more sword strikes followed, and the hardwood spear shaft was reduced to a broken stick.

"you……"

Seeing that the longsword emanating black smoke was about to strike Totmas's neck, Habisa hurriedly threw his shield—even though the shield was also cleaved in mid-air, the heavy half of the shield still slammed into Totmas, knocking the unarmed spearman away from the sword's edge.

The spearmen had lost their weapons, which was already a significant loss. In just one encounter, Habisa's squad had lost one of its combatants.

Aside from Imhotepsa, the healer who was not good at fighting, Habiza's team consisted of only three people: the strongman Gebton, the archer Nephthys, and Habiza himself.

"We absolutely must not take it head-on; his sword is terrifying."

With his shield gone, Hapisa was under immense pressure, wielding his sword in one hand.

But Putahka gave them no chance to discuss a battle plan. Holding a black longsword, Putahka charged forward once again—and this time, Putahka's target was Habisa, who had lost his shield.

Without a shield, relying only on a one-handed longsword, how could Habisa, at only level 25, possibly withstand the power of a level 30 opponent?

"You seem to be... underestimating us a bit."

Just as his longsword was severed, Habisa, now only a broken sword, suddenly opened his eyes wide in fury.

"We are invincible!"

With a roar, the heavy axe was swung out from the side!

"Zheng——"

With a piercing sound, the black sword blade was jammed directly onto the axe blade!

"It's now!"

Boom! Thud!

With two twangs of the bowstring, two arrows suddenly appeared in Ptahka's chest.

After that, a powerful kick sent Ptahka flying.

Yes, the reason Habisa chose to fight despite knowing the difference in their levels was because he knew very well that Putahka was not invincible.

Even though Ptahka possesses terrifying strength at over level 30, he has comrades-in-arms and partners who share life and death with him!

When they look out for each other, they are invincible.

"you……"

The critically wounded and dying Ptahka, his eyes bloodshot, struggled to pull out an arrow and threw it at the seemingly inconspicuous Imhotepsa, the healer of the sun god, who was treating the spearman Tosmat in the distance.

But just as Imhotepsa was facing the threat of death and was at a loss, Thomast, who was being treated, raised his arm.

At the cost of a penetrating wound in his arm, Thomas shielded his companion from this fatal blow.

Thus, Hassabi's team once again declared victory.

However, this victory did not come without a price. The spearman Tosmat was seriously injured, and the weapons of the strongman Gebton and the swordsman Habisa were all destroyed. Although no one died in this dangerous battle, they still suffered heavy losses.

If there is a loss, it is natural to try to recover it.

So they turned their attention to Ptahka's body.

First of all, the corpse itself is important intelligence. As long as the news of someone's betrayal is brought back, it will be a great achievement. The sword on the corpse no longer emits black energy, but instead shines with a chilling light under the moonlight.

Without a doubt, this is an absolutely rare and precious sword.

If you can get your hands on it, you will become more and more courageous and invincible in the days to come.

"so……"

Swordsman Habisa instinctively wanted to speak, after all, he himself was a swordsman, and it was only right for him to take this precious sword.

However, at that moment, the spearman Thomas suddenly spoke up.

"I've wanted to become a swordsman for a long time!"

Thomas looked at the sword on the ground with excitement.

"Now that my spear is broken, it's a good time to change professions!"

Chapter 143 The Serpent God's Gift

Thomas the Spearman had always wanted to switch to swordsmanship, and Habisa could even understand it, since he himself had gone through the same thing.

While spearmen can deliver fatal penetrating wounds at mid-range, in various small-scale melee combats, the excessively long shaft of the spear is far less flexible and safer than a sword and shield—so apart from a few people with a special obsession with the spear, more and more spearmen are turning into swordsmen.

Thomas was naturally one of them.

However, as the battle intensified, if Thomast chose to start over as a swordsman, it would mean a sudden drop in the team's combat strength. Therefore, in order to successfully kill those snake demon soldiers, Thomast could only practice the inefficient air swings while continuing to use the spear.

But now, with this sword, everything is different.

With this sharp sword that can easily cut through other weapons, even if Thomast becomes a swordsman, the team's combat strength will not decrease much. And after becoming familiar with how to use the sword, relying on this terrifyingly sharp sword, Thomast may even surpass Habisa and become a true top swordsman.

Whether you look at it from Thomas's perspective or from the team's perspective, this seems like a good thing.

As the only swordsman in the team, Habisa felt a pang of sadness watching his perfect sword fall into someone else's hands.

"This sword cannot be given to Thomas."

Just as Habiza was deep in thought and struggling with his inner conflict, the strongman Gebton suddenly spoke up.

This made Habisa subconsciously raise his head.

Although he didn't really want to covet the sword, as the only swordsman in the group, having someone speak up for him was still a feeling...

"Only I can use this sword."

Gabrielle continued.

The incomprehensible words left everyone speechless for a moment.

Everyone knows that the spearman Thomas wants to become a swordsman, but how can you, Gebton, a strongman wielding a halberd, want to be greedy for that?

"Because your hands are too small."

Facing the skeptical gazes of the crowd, the strongman Gebton shrugged.

“Take a look at the specifications of this sword. The hilt is obviously longer and the blade is wider and thicker. If Habisa and Thomas were to use it, they would only twist their wrists… Of the few of us, only I can use this sword because I am the strongest.”

His words sounded quite reasonable, but the strongman Gebton wasn't satisfied and added another sentence.

"And if it weren't for my final kick, Putahka might not have died so easily."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing what the strongman Gebton said, the archer Nephthys immediately became displeased.

"What do you mean by 'that kick'? If I hadn't fired two arrows at the crucial moment, you would have had your head chopped off by Putahka long ago... Gebton, this isn't the first time you've done this. Is it fun to steal credit? Why do you always have to claim everyone's efforts as your own?"

"I'm just talking about it."

Gebdon choked for a moment, and his previous confidence vanished.

"This sword is definitely more suitable for me..."

"If you think about it that way, this sword is more suitable for me."

The archer Nephthys also spoke up.