Dragon Gate Swordsman

At the same time, Huang had already started shouting.

"Brother Chongxiao? I'm ready. What about you? Do you need to get a weapon first?"

"It's been such a long time since we last met, you look down on me, Xiao Huang."

Chongxiao had no intention of taking out a weapon. He strode directly to Huang and clenched his fist. "It seems necessary to help you restore your memory."

Huang's brilliant smile froze on his face, but soon turned into an unyielding confidence, "But Brother Zhongxiao... I have been working hard these past few years..."

I know, I know, but isn't Frostmourne too dangerous? I hardly used that thing in Lungmen, let alone bringing it to Rhodes Island?

Ever since he killed the Pardoner with one sword, Chongxiao knew how powerful his new main weapon was, so he never dared to use it... and things like absorbing souls seemed like something that a super villain boss would do, which didn't fit in with his own style.

At this time, the spectators around the training ground began to make a noise.

Some cheered for Huang, some told him not to be afraid, and some just wanted to have fun saying that it would be better to be serious and not just go through the motions. In short, they made Chongxiao experience the feeling of playing away from home.

What a pity, I guess none of you have ever been to Longmen...

"Then let's get started, Xiao Huang."

"Yes! I'm going to do it, Brother Chongxiao!"

The training ground, which was noisy just now, was almost instantly filled with only one sound: the sound of Huang's chainsaw turning.

The operators of Rhodes Island all showed shocked expressions at the same time... They originally thought that this was just an ordinary sparring match. After all, the two seemed to have known each other for a long time. However, a rotating chain saw is deadly. The slightest touch can tear off a piece of flesh!

However, before they could react, Huang began to charge.

Not only was she charging, judging from the fuzzy gas erupting from under her feet, she had even used her Originium skills!

"This... Doctor Kal'tsit! Why is Huang..."

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

Kal'tsit waved her hand and said calmly, "For that Inspector Chongxiao, this move is not even a cold dish."

Sure enough, facing Huang's fierce attack, Chongxiao just dodged slightly, then stretched out two fingers and tapped the side of the chain saw...

With a dull "bang", the chainsaw that Huang was holding tightly in both hands bounced away, taking her to the side.

But Huang reacted quickly, raising his foot and kicking Chongxiao in the head, preventing him from chasing him as he lost balance.

Afterwards, the Originium technique that could instantly heat the gas was activated again, directly creating a thermal air explosion without any warning!

Eh...are you already so skilled?

Chongxiao, who had quick reactions, would naturally not be hurt by this move. He retreated several steps in an instant, ready to continue fighting the enemy with sword and physical skills.

"Be careful, Brother Chongxiao!"

Huang put on a serious expression and posed, swinging the long-handled chainsaw again... Her moves were wide and wide, but with considerable power and acceleration. Cracks could be seen on the ground with one step, making Chongxiao silently sigh in her heart that things are different now.

Soon, a fight began that shocked everyone present.

Huang's strength is obvious to all in today's Rhodes Island, as even Dobin, an outstanding military colonel, feels inferior to her. ACE even believes that she has the potential to become an elite operator, and what she lacks is only accumulation and experience.

However, even though Huang was armed with lethal weapons and had fully utilized his Originium skills, he was unable to gain any advantage over the unarmed Chongxiao!

"This... the police in Longmen are so scary?"

"No, it should be just an isolated case. The Longmen Guard Bureau cannot be so strong."

"Hey, hey, you should be the one who understands this the most... That Longmen policeman doesn't seem to be under any pressure at all?"

The elite operator Scout's words caused the people who were discussing to turn their heads and look at the figure standing in the shadow in the corner.

"Um... could you briefly express your opinion, Logos?"

If you look closely, you will find that there is a hint of awe in the eyes of these elite operators.

The man called Logos, after a long silence, said only one confusing sentence: "No wonder...she would say that..."

On the training ground, Huang, who continued to attack fiercely, suddenly distanced himself from them.

Her breathing was still normal, but Chongxiao's was obviously more normal... To be honest, if he was facing a warlock or an elite crossbowman, he would still have to rely on the Nine Styles of Taixu, psychic energy, and fire control ability. However, Huang's fighting style was relatively simple, and his Originium skills were useless even after he was prepared. Therefore, he was useless in front of Chongxiao, whose martial arts skills were no less than those of Master Wu.

In addition, due to multiple collisions with the ground and obstacles in the training ground, Huang's chainsaw has been slightly deformed...

"Your growth is amazing, Xiaohuang."

"But I'm still far behind Brother Chongxiao..."

"Well, don't underestimate yourself."

Chongxiao smiled, then raised his right hand, once again showing a scene that shocked everyone in the training ground: dazzling golden flames gushed out, forming a half-person-high flame vortex.

And when the vortex of fire dissipated, a weapon that may have never existed on this earth appeared in his hand.

There is no doubt that it is a sword, but the blade is made of the structure of a chainsaw, and it is thicker and heavier than a conventional one-handed weapon.

"Things like chain saws are powerful, but they wear out too easily."

Chongxiao shook the chainsaw sword in his hand and said seriously, "So what you need most is this... Remember, as long as you are loyal, the chainsaw sword will never wear out."

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(Note: In fact, according to many details in the original work, the Operations Reserve Team A4 is unlikely to appear on Rhodes Island at this time... but there is no need to write about other operators at this time point, so we have to make some changes)

false note

I have a headache, cough, tiredness, sore hands, dry eyes, and numb legs, so I don’t want to write today… Of course, the main reason is that I’m too addicted to Mexican Fiesta and Hot Wheels, you know what I mean, hahaha! I’m really unwilling to not draw the sixth element, so I can only grind first. This thing is 10,000 times more fun than Arknights! Long live the ultimate torpedo technology!!!

I suddenly wanted to write a special episode where the characters race cars and torpedo each other...

Chapter 150 The prologue of this book of 80 words ends here

In the dilapidated village, every household kept their doors closed, waiting for the unspeakable nightmare to fade away.

The sultry heat of early summer does not seem to have reached this seemingly forgotten place. The air with a slightly fishy and salty smell is still as cold as late autumn, telling all living things about the ominous nature of this place.

Whether it's the dry and cracked gray trees, the dancing shadows in the surging waves, or the whispers coming from nowhere... The villagers have long been accustomed to dealing with unspeakable horror and evil, and no longer have the courage to explore the reasons for all this.

After all... the two young men who volunteered to seek the truth more than ten years ago are now left with only half a skeleton full of holes.

If you can't resist, you can only surrender.

Escape is also an option, but the dangers in the wilderness are greater than the unspeakable things in home. Without sufficient ability and capital, one can only provide some fresh nutrients to the cruel nature without leaving any trace.

The walls of the stone houses on the edge of the village are covered with traces of erosion by time and sea breeze, dotted with potholes and holes, making one extremely doubtful whether they can be pushed down with just a little force.

Just like the poor families in this land, the tools needed for life were placed by the door... Even the most greedy thief would not pay any attention to them, because it was obvious that the people in the house had not used them for a long time.

This means that he may have lost his source of livelihood long ago.

But the strange thing is that there are still low whispers coming from the house, like chanting strange scriptures, or repeating meaningless nonsense. The biggest significance is that it proves that the owner of the stone house is still alive.

"Still alive? I'm afraid not..."

The expressionless swordsman made the cruelest judgment in a cold voice.

The ragged old man clenched the cane in his hand, with a stubborn look and a hint of fear, and while trembling, he made a request to the swordsman in front of him.

“Please…please do it!”

The swordsman did not answer, nor did he take any action. He just stared at the two broken wooden door panels... What covered them was not moss or mushrooms, but a strange, scaly substance.

Under the blowing of the sea breeze, the "scales" moved, revealing the eyeball-like patterns inside from time to time, which was terrifying.

The old man didn't dare to urge the swordsman, so he could only look in the direction he was looking, and then he suddenly let out a sharp scream.

"What's going on!? There weren't so many last...last week!"

"Last week...none of you paid any attention to his condition?"

"This... He has a weird temper and is not friends with anyone in the village. We... We..."

It turns out that there is a reason why he still lives alone on the edge of the village in such an environment.

The swordsman raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.

The small village with only dozens of households is naturally not very large. The houses are all built with stones and wooden boards. They are much better than shacks and thatched houses, but they are not beautiful or comfortable at all.

From the few windows that were not closed tightly, one could feel the concerned gazes of the villagers who were observing the situation here with great curiosity.

"Stand back."

The swordsman said this to the old man, and then walked towards the stone house in front of him.

The fence surrounding the yard had long since fallen into the mud. In addition, a lot of strange unidentified substances could be seen... They were like some kind of solidified mucus, scattered on the messy ground in front of the stone house.

The old man hesitated again and again, but still couldn't say "Please be careful". He just turned around and left with shame on his face.

He was not confident about this young man, and the tragic events of the past kept flashing through his mind. However, the other party came to him on his own initiative, and even without the silver coins promised in the notice, he could not stop him...

As he was about to approach the strange door panel, the swordsman slowed down and picked up his weapon: a long sword that could only be used with two hands.

The murmurs of the people in the stone house suddenly became rapid, and the scales growing on the door panels seemed to sense some kind of call and began to open and close violently, like countless eyeballs without eyelids blinking.

not good……

The swordsman, knowing something was wrong, frowned slightly and was about to swing his sword to split the door, but he never expected to be beaten to it.

A piece of something that looked like a bone or a thorn suddenly stretched out from the crack in the door and stabbed the swordsman in the face... If it hit him directly, the young swordsman would have no chance of survival.

There was a strange crisp sound, and the greatsword blocked the attack, but the two flying door panels were not so lucky.

Then, the man who frightened the old man and the villagers slowly walked out of the stone house... No, that man could no longer be called a human...

The upper part of the head had exploded, and the tentacles and limbs tangled together like tree roots had replaced the brain. Countless tumors had grown on the thin and dirty body, and tiny limbs that kept wriggling pierced the skin and stretched out to support the balance of the body, because the legs that originally served this function had completely rotted away...

This is a monster that only appears in the most horrific nightmares. Just by relying on its appearance, it can make most humans lose the ability to resist.

But the swordsman who was less than three meters in front of him was obviously an exception.

"……snort!"

With a slight cold snort, the swordsman spun the sword in his hand, allowing the thorny bone weapon to quickly wrap around it and then crush it.

The monster let out a sharp hiss, or perhaps it was actually the sound of its tentacles rubbing against each other at high speed... In any case, after it fell to the ground, it became an ugly and disgusting centipede, and rushed towards the swordsman in a similar way.

The sharp-pointed limbs waved rapidly and seemed to be throwing steaming liquid, reminiscent of a lobster or snail being shelled.

Faced with this horrifying scene, the swordsman did not retreat even a single step. Instead, before the monster with its tentacles spread out was about to pounce on him and bite him, he suddenly took a step forward and stomped hard on the ground!

In an instant, as if hit by a huge force, the ground in front of the stone house shattered, and countless sand and mud were shaken into the air, directly covering the monster... all over.

A low sound of breaking through the air was heard, which was the proof that the long sword had slashed through the air and left an air trail.

The swordsman who was in front of the monster just now now appeared more than one meter behind it. He was slowly turning around and looking at his opponent who was frozen in place with an expressionless face.

Then, it fell to the ground along with several severed tentacles, turning into pieces of rotten flesh that squirmed slightly in the dirty soil.

After a long time, until there was no movement, the swordsman swung the sword hard and then put it back on his back.

The easy thing to do... is done.

"Thank you very much. This is what we can offer..."

"No, leave it to yourselves."

Facing the several ancient Iberian silver coins tightly grasped by the old man, the swordsman was not moved at all. "But I have a question, and I hope you can answer it truthfully."

"What is it?"

"About ten days ago, a group of believers in dark robes passed by here... Tell me the direction they left."

The old man shuddered violently, and obvious fear and dread flashed across his face.

He looked in the direction of the stone house with trembling eyes. His dry throat twitched twice, but he did not speak out the thought that came to his mind. Instead, he slowly raised his arm and pointed to the distance in the northeast.

The swordsman understood what he meant and decided to set off immediately, with no intention of staying... Even though it was already dark, and soon, the deep night would cover the Iberian coastline.

"Wait...wait, please at least let us know who saved us."

"Is this important?"

The swordsman, who had turned around and walked a few steps, turned back and looked at the old man with some confusion, and saw the determination in his cloudy eyes.

"Well, my name is..."

She paused for a moment, "Skadi."

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