inspire-indiana Chapter 124 Roshan
Chapter 124 Roshan
Chapter 124 Roshan
These Stormhawks are all descendants of warriors who once served under the Stormhawk King.
After Storm City fell, their ancestors suffered humiliation and were forced to submit to the rule of the Golden Tree.
Their generation suffered even more tragic fates, having their feet severed and their bodies replaced with blades, turning them into cold-blooded killing machines.
But the memories etched deep in our blood have never been erased.
Upon seeing the arrival of a former, high-ranking figure, these enslaved war eagles were immediately overwhelmed by the superior's imposing presence.
Xia Tong was overjoyed upon seeing this.
This method of subduing the enemy without fighting reminded him of his time on the Sobbing Peninsula.
At that time, the headless knight Ruthel, with just her Eclipse Shield, intimidated the Temple Knights so much that they dared not make a move.
Having neutralized the threat of the Stormhawks without bloodshed, Xia Tong and his companion continued their infiltration into the heart of the inner city under the cover of night.
Passing through the dark stone archway, a hundred meters ahead, the view suddenly opens up, revealing an extremely spacious open-air military training ground.
More than a dozen huge burning braziers stood in various parts of the square, their flames leaping and illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.
The open space was densely covered with barbed chevaux-de-frise and heavy defensive barriers.
Countless heavily armored infantry and shield-bearing knights moved back and forth, their armor clashing repeatedly.
Compared to the Grik soldiers in front of the Tongcheng Tunnel, the soldiers here are elite.
Outside the elevator room further away, the figures of exiled soldiers were also coming and going in an endless stream.
However, what terrified Xia Tong even more were the several monsters that looked like mountains of flesh, entrenched around the bonfire in the center of the square.
Their bodies were even more bulky and enormous than the armored warhorses, with layers of pale fat tightly bound together by a set of rough and heavy bronze armor.
Between the foul-smelling flesh, countless thick, hard, and extremely deformed cursed horns were forcibly pierced out, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.
In his thick, pillar-like right hand, he casually dragged along a huge, rusty, curved iron knife.
The pure-blooded son of the ominous!
"We absolutely cannot force our way in. This is outrageous! How can there be three ominous children!"
Xia Tong lay hidden behind the cover in the arcade, thinking to herself.
The defenses here are extremely tight, and with the presence of several cursed horns and incredibly strong ominous creatures guarding the area, exposure here would mean certain death.
If you disturb them, it will be very troublesome to deal with.
Looking at the room next to the elevator in the distance, Xia Tong could only shake her head helplessly and decisively headed in another direction.
By the dim moonlight, Xia Tong finally found a wooden ladder on the outer wall in a blind spot of the city wall.
With a whoosh, Oreg vanished into thin air.
Then, in the shadows near the steps, his tall, heavy figure appeared and disappeared repeatedly, silently killing all the Grek soldiers and exile soldiers who might have discovered Xia Tong's whereabouts.
After doing all this, Oreg transformed back to Xia Tong's side and nodded gently.
After confirming it was safe, Xia Tong slowly ascended the steps along the outer wall.
With a dull thud, Xia Tong climbed to about the third floor and jumped into the corridor.
Just as he was about to survey his surroundings, the heavy footsteps of soldiers' armor hitting the ground suddenly sounded ahead.
"not good!"
Then a burly figure dressed in a tattered white battle robe and wearing a lost knight's helmet strode out of the room inside the corridor door.
By the moonlight, he immediately spotted Xia Tong and Oreg, the lost knight who held two swords beside her.
Upon seeing Oreg, the knight who had lost his homeland was clearly stunned for a moment, his movements hesitating for an extremely brief instant.
However, just a second later, he drew his greatsword and rushed towards Xia Tong.
The opening move was a heavy slash carrying a storm-like current of air.
Without uttering a single word, Oreg vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the lost knight, appearing like a ghost.
Two broad, lost-home knights' greatswords, with a sharp, tearing sound, pierced straight into the gaps in the enemy's armor.
With a dull thud, warm blood gushed out from the armor.
The knight hadn't even reached Xia Tong before he collapsed heavily into a pool of blood.
As a fellow knight who had lost his homeland, Oreg knew all too well the moves and fatal weaknesses of his former colleague.
However, unlike Stormhawk, this knight from nowhere likely recognized Oreg before he died.
But since he was now loyal to Grek the limb extender, he did not hesitate to launch an attack.
Ultimately, Stormhawk and Lost Knight are fundamentally different.
The former was a bird whose claws had been cruelly severed by Grek and forcibly reattached with cold blades.
This inhuman abuse made Stormhawk more likely to submit to Oreg, who belonged to Stormking's faction, as it was an instinct to seek a sense of belonging.
But the Knights of Lost Home were different. Although they were far less loyal than the Grik soldiers, they were still serving him. They might be looked down upon, but they wouldn't be mistreated. It was impossible for them to turn against Oreg just because they saw him.
Of course, given the right opportunity, these displaced knights are far more likely to be turned than the Grek soldiers and exiled soldiers.
Stepping over the corpses and entering the room, Xia Tong slowly moved forward, hugging the stone wall.
After holding his breath and avoiding a patrol of exile soldiers, he followed the narrow corridor to a half-open cast iron door.
The moment the door was pushed open, a blast of extremely cold wind, carrying a strong smell of pine resin and blood, rushed in.
This is an outer wooden balcony suspended in mid-air.
By the moonlight, Xia Tong lowered her center of gravity and looked down from the broken wooden railing.
Directly below the balcony is an open-air courtyard that resembles a hellish inferno.
Xia Tong gasped in shock.
He clearly saw a dried-up mountain demon corpse suspended in mid-air by thick iron chains, swaying in the wind with a sickening creak.
In the very center of the courtyard stood a terrifying mountain of flesh made up of human torsos.
It is called the torso because all four of these people's limbs have been cut off at the root.
Their mutilated bodies were tightly wrapped in dirty cloth and then bound tightly with rough ropes, making them look like desperate silkworm cocoons.
Their valuable limbs were cruelly cut off and used for transplantation to descendants of aristocratic families who had undergone limb-laying, or to Grek himself.
The torso, having lost its limbs, became useless waste.
They were tightly wrapped and tied with ropes, simply for the sake of easy handling and stacking.
Xia Tong could almost picture these people being bound tightly like sacks, slowly dying in extreme pain, blood loss, and endless despair.
He suppressed the churning in his stomach and continued to carefully search the mountain of flesh with his eyes.
Finally, he spotted a dark red object, faintly visible amidst the filthy blood and mud.
Beside the mountain of meat, there were several stray dogs covered in mange and emaciated.
They were lying around, frantically tearing and gnawing at the fleshy pupae that were not yet completely dead.
A strong feeling of nausea instantly washed over me.
Xia Tong immediately felt her stomach churning and began to dry heave.
He had been in the border area for several months, but this was the first time he had seen such a nauseating and distorted scene.
Especially when the biting cold wind blows, the smell of rotting flesh and wild dog excrement becomes even stronger and more intense, penetrating the nostrils.
If it were just seeing those torsos that resembled silkworm cocoons, Xia Tong could barely restrain herself with willpower.
But when he saw the wild dogs greedily devouring the silkworm pupae, his defenses crumbled instantly.
"Greek—I will kill you!"
Xia Tong made a silent vow in her heart.
Previously, from the high city wall, he could vaguely see the scene here, but the distance obscured the cruel details.
Being there in person, in addition to the physical urge to vomit, he also felt a deep-seated shudder, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Then, Xia Tong slowly pulled out the staff from under her robe, her eyes extremely cold.
As the magic surged, Xia Tong released several Radiant Stone Magic Pebbles in succession.
The azure magic struck the throats of the stray dogs with deadly precision, like an arrow released from a bow.
With extremely faint whimpers, the vicious dogs fell one after another into pools of blood, and never made a sound again.
Then, Xia Tong gently shook the soul-summoning bell at her waist.
Accompanied by a crisp bell sound and a ghostly blue light, the jellyfish Kurala was summoned.
Xia Tong lay on its soft, buoyant body and slowly descended from the balcony to the courtyard.
Below, there were broken pupae and thick bloodstains. Xia Tong really didn't want to let her feet touch this desecrated land.
He had Kurara use her translucent tentacles as arms to carefully search the edge of the mountain of flesh.
Soon, he finally got his hands on the red cloth he had seen above earlier.
It was an extremely soft piece of red velvet cloth.
These should be the remains of the pupae.
Xia Tong continued to direct Kula to search for any other items that had been missed, but they found nothing and had to give up.
After carefully collecting the remains of the pupa, Xia Tong immediately recalled Kurala.
He then stood side by side with Oreg, cautiously exploring the area ahead.
Just then, a very heavy, nauseatingly sticky crawling sound suddenly came from inside the tightly closed door next to them.
With a deafening roar, the heavy iron-clad wooden door on the side was smashed to pieces by an immense force.
Amidst the flying sawdust and dust, a massive descendant of a noble family, composed of countless human arms pieced together, burst wildly out of the gate.
Its bloated body, forcibly stitched together from countless pale, mangled limbs, resembled a giant, multi-legged spider.
Dozens of fingers of varying thickness gripped the stone slabs tightly, leaving several terrifying white marks on the hard ground.
Descendants of the aristocratic family!
They gripped golden beast-patterned shields and sharp ceremonial straight swords tightly in their arms, and with a piercing tearing sound as flesh was pulled apart, the monster slashed down at Xia Tong with the force of a mountain crashing down.
At the critical moment, a violent hurricane suddenly swept up in the narrow corridor.
The lost knight Oreg instantly stood in front of Xia Tong, his heavy armor clashing with a dull thud as he charged.
The two extremely heavy greatswords of the lost knights in his hands stirred up a terrifying storm of air currents as they slammed down fiercely towards the blade of the descendant of the limb-splitting nobleman.
A deafening metallic explosion reverberated, causing the air in the entire space to tremble.
Oreg forcefully stopped the splintered monster's rampaging charge.
Xia Tong naturally did not let this fleeting, excellent opportunity slip by.
Taking advantage of the opportunity presented by Oreg's creation, Xia Tong, like a nimble cheetah, glided along the ground and charged in from the flank.
The hound's fangs in his hand transformed into a chilling silver moon, precisely targeting the weakest point in the monster's abdominal stitching.
Using the immense momentum of the forward thrust, the long, curved sword was plunged deep into the pile of pale, rotting flesh.
Then, Xia Tong's muscles tensed instantly, and he gripped the sword hilt, twisting it violently and pulling it outwards.
Accompanied by the horrifying sound of flesh tearing apart, foul-smelling dark bodily fluids and fragments of organs gushed out like a waterfall.
The descendant of the aristocratic family, who had undergone limb extension, let out a piercing, inhuman scream as the dozens of deformed limbs supporting his body convulsed and spasmed violently.
However, after only a few moments of panting, it struggled to its feet again, like a walking corpse, and opened its blood-red maw to bite Xia Tong once more.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
Once again, extremely faint and dense rustling sounds came from all around.
That was the terrifying sound of hard fingernails digging and climbing rapidly on the rough stone wall.
A drop of foul-smelling, murky liquid silently dripped from the ceiling to Xia Tong's feet.
and many more.
Up!
Oreg suddenly raised his twin swords, his gaze fixed on the shadows of the beam above, where dozens of pale arms were writhing wildly like twisted tree roots.
The next second, an extremely piercing shriek ripped through the night sky.
The second, larger, double-shielded descendant of the nobles loosened its grip on the ground and crashed down on the two of them like a falling meteorite.
Faced with an imminent crisis, Xia Tong didn't hesitate to pull out some grease from her waist and then slash it across the blade of the hound's long teeth.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of the oil burning intensely, a raging flame suddenly rose up, which was particularly noticeable in the night.
He had to act quickly; if he alerted the soldiers patrolling Stoneville at night, he would be in danger of being surrounded.
Xia Tong lowered her body and unleashed the Hound Sword Technique. Her figure was as agile and graceful as a ghost as she charged towards the even more bloated and massive descendant of the limbed noble.
However, just as he charged halfway forward, the enormous, deformed monster suddenly slashed with its two swords crossed.
In an instant, a layer of brilliant and sacred golden light suddenly ignited on the cold blade.
"They even know how to use the Golden Law in prayer—" Xia Tong's heart tightened suddenly.
But there was no turning back once the arrow was released. As his sword, imbued with the Hound Sword Technique, approached the monster, he was horrified to glimpse a chilling, mocking smile on that disgustingly twisted, pale face.
Xia Tong's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. Then, the descendant of the aristocratic family with the limbs suddenly opened his blood-red maw.
A visible, turbid airwave, accompanied by an extremely sharp and piercing roar, exploded at very close range.
Xia Tong felt a sudden, intense dizziness, and her movements abruptly stopped. In that fatal moment, the massive ceremonial straight sword, gleaming with golden light, came crashing down upon her.
Driven by her instinct for survival, Xia Tong endured the tearing headache and held the burning hound's fangs horizontally across her chest. A terrifying, overwhelming force surged through the hilt of the sword.
The flames attached to the hound's long fangs even scorched Xia Tong's hair on her forehead.
With a sharp pain shooting through her sternum, Xia Tong's body was thrown violently away, crashing heavily onto the floor tiles.
"Damn it, this is too difficult—" Xia Tong cursed inwardly, a metallic taste rising in her throat.