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Chapter 16: Guard Unit
As Brandon turned his head slightly, he deftly dodged the attack of the skeleton soldier. He almost forgot about the skeleton soldier in the meditation room, but now he was different from before, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword.
The sword flashed, emitting a brilliant white light that shimmered along the blade of the Lustrous Stinger. With a swift, decisive strike, Brandon cleaved through the skeleton, sending half of its body flying. As he surveyed the disintegrating remains, he couldn't help but marvel at the sword's prowess. The Lustrous Stinger truly lived up to its name, showcasing its powerful purifying effect.
Then, a glimmer of gold shot into his chest.
Weapons with purifying effects would inflict twice the damage to undead creatures. No wonder he felt no resistance as his sword sliced through the skeletal soldier, as if cutting through butter with a hot knife.
A powerful artifact indeed.
At this moment, Brandon could only evaluate the sword in this way. Even though it wasn't a true artifact, in this environment, it was close enough.
But what worried him more was the safety of Freya and Ethan. He immediately pushed aside the collapsed skeleton and ran outside. His agility, enhanced by the 2-units, was fully unleashed at this moment. Even facing a world-class athlete from his previous world, he would not be inferior—perhaps even surpassing in overall explosiveness.
With the support of Lustrous Stinger and the Ring of the Wind Sovereign, his strength, constitution, and agility all surpassed 2 units. If Brandon were to appear on Earth at this moment, ordinary people would perceive him as superhuman, with the only exception being his inability to fly.
Brandon retraced his steps, the dark and winding corridors posed no obstacles for him. He leaped out from the collapsed wall of the shrine, emitting a strong aura of life that immediately caught the attention of nearby wandering undead. Two skeleton soldiers, one on each side, approached him with clattering noises, but they were met with two silver sword flashes.
Brandon pocketed the two experience points and immediately looked towards the direction of the ranch. His pupils slightly contracted—there was an obvious blaze rising in that direction, almost dyeing half the night sky red.
In his field of vision, hundreds of skeletons were slowly converging in that direction. He understood that these low-level undead would never act autonomously. This surely meant that the skeletal wizard behind them had sensed something.
"Freya, Ethan!" Brandon's heart sank. Just as he was about to rush over, he heard a sharp, sinister voice behind him:
"There's a human over there, kill him!"
Brandon turned around to see a skeletal wizard at the end of the street, directing six skeletal soldiers lined up in a row, slowly approaching him.
As the skeletal wizard raised its bone staff, Brandon acted swiftly. His charge skill activated instantly, propelling him forward like a gust of wind.
"Stop him!" the skeletal wizard shouted hysterically.
As the foremost skeletal soldier raised its sword, it was met with a cold, icy face of a young man. Suddenly, a phrase flashed through Brandon's mind, so clear as if it contained all the emotions of the original owner of this body: "It's your turn to meet your doom, you Madara scum!"
Disregarding techniques, Brandon clashed swords directly with the skeletal soldier. A metallic clang pierced through his eardrums as the steel longsword in the skeletal soldier's hand bent backward under tremendous force before finally snapping.
Brandon pressed on relentlessly. The skeletal soldier behind him, along with its entire skeletal body and sword, were split into four. At this moment, there was no barrier between him and the skeletal wizard.
The repulsive undead stood motionless, its jaw hanging open in disbelief, its desiccated face showing only shock.
"For Brandon," he said, as the sword pierced through the skeletal wizard's left rib, emerging between the third and fourth ribs from behind. The Lustrous Stinger emitted a faint glow as Brandon stared into the eye sockets burning with green flames. Then he swung the sword from front to back.
The soul fire in the skeletal wizard's eyes flickered for a moment, then dimmed instantly. With a clang, the arm holding the bone staff flew far away, then turned into ashes consumed by purifying flames.
Three points of gold light rose in the dark night, merging into the young man's chest.
As Brandon turned around, he found two skeletal soldiers closing in from either side. Swiftly, he swung his sword upward, sending the arm of the first skeleton shooting into the air. With another twist, the skull rolled off. Pushing forward, he hurled the already exorcised skeleton towards its companion.
The skeletal soldier immediately raised its sword to block, but its motion halted halfway, as a bright sword light effortlessly split it in half—With a clatter, the metal chainmail rings of the Madara's lowest-level undead soldier scattered like flower petals.
Two points of gold light flashed and vanished.
Brandon silently called out the attributes panel in his mind, ghostly data appearing in rows on his retina. He decided on one of them and thought, "Occupation and Experience—"
A screen of eerie green data appeared:
XP: 11 (Civilian Level 1: —, Militiaman Level 2, 6/10, Mercenary Level 1, 0/10)
He parried an attack from one side with a backhand sword stroke, reciting inwardly, "11 points of experience, upgrade Mercenary level."
The data immediately changed:
XP: 0 (Civilian Level 1: —, Militiaman Level 2, 6/10, Mercenary Level 2, 11/30)
Brandon raised his sword and pushed the skeleton soldier backward with his strength. Then he glanced at his attributes, which had increased by 0.2 units in strength and constitution, and 0.1 units each in agility and perception. But the crucial point was the 25 skill experience points, which were enough to render the militiaman occupation worthless.
He took a deep breath.
Alright, now he had 2.3 units of strength, 2.1 units of agility, 2.2 units of constitution, and an Absolute Strength of 8.0. He had surpassed the initial attributes of players in all aspects and was moving towards the first level strength.
At this moment, a sense of calm washed over Brandon's heart. He looked at the three skeletal soldiers in front of him as if looking at thin air.
Yes, he was back, finally—
...
Ten minutes were enough for the smoke to dissipate. Soon after, the sound of hoofbeats emerged from the end of the street, growing louder as two horses approached.
Two young riders emerged side by side on the long street. They halted their horses, surveying the surroundings with astonishment as they looked at the remnants of skeletons scattered around, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Zeta, did you see that?"
"Only one person, is it the Ridenburg Guard Unit?"
"There's a skeletal wizard over there! Oh, Lady Marsha! Zeta, can you handle four by yourself?"
"No, I can't. It must be a veteran." The slightly thin young man on the horse silently looked around, a look of disbelief gradually appearing on his face. "Layens, there are six skeletal soldiers here!"
The surroundings suddenly fell silent.
"Seven?"
"Seven."
"We need to inform the vice-chief about this. What do you think this is? Regular army? Or a traveling knight?" The young man named Layens turned back on his horse, staring at his companion.
"I can't tell, Layens, but I agree with your opinion."
...
When Brandon arrived at the ranch, it was already engulfed in flames. The burning building created a bright background, and occasionally there were sounds of collapsing structures nearby. However, he didn't see the scene he expected, with hordes of undead chasing Freya and Ethan.
Instead, he saw many newly awakened skeletons fleeing in panic amidst the blazing inferno. The bright flames were almost natural enemies of these low-level undead, causing their weak soul fires to tremble under the intense light, almost on the verge of being purified into ashes.
This wasn't blue fire; in the game, Madara's army only used cold soul fire. Brandon immediately realized that this fire wasn't set by the undead. Could it be Freya and Ethan? He shook his head; he didn't think those two would be so decisive.
He turned sharply in one direction and happened to see a group of skeletal soldiers rushing towards a certain direction. He squinted his eyes and clearly saw a flickering black light on those skeletal soldiers—Darken.
Was there a skeletal wizard nearby?
Brandon immediately drew his sword, the blade of the Lustrous Stinger emitting a faint glow. As he walked in that direction, several low-level skeletons clumsily moved past him, earning him another 7 experience points.
But before he could get close, there was a sudden loud noise from around the corner—countless bone fragments and metal chainmail rings scattered from that direction, accompanied by the sight of two or three skeletons being thrown high into the air and landing in the nearby inferno.
Brandon was surprised.
This was the first level’s strength (3oz~20oz), he immediately realized this. Who was behind the blaze? Human? Regular army from Ridenburg? But they had never appeared here in history.
He subconsciously took a defensive stance, raising his head just in time to see a group of cavalrymen rushing out from behind the blaze, like a torrent surging out of the flames. The leading rider turned towards him, raising his longsword high—behind him, the cavalrymen simultaneously pulled on their reins—bringing the entire team to a halt.
"Who are you?!" The rider coldly inquired, a young voice cutting through the air. But the other person was immediately taken aback. With the light behind them, Brandon couldn't discern their expression, yet he could sense a familiarity. No, it should be said they recognized him, or rather, the original Brandon.
Then he heard the whispers from the cavalrymen behind:
"I bet he's a militiaman."
"I know him."
"But you're not wrong, he is indeed just a militiaman."
Brandon furrowed his brows slightly. As his gaze gradually adjusted to the bright light, he finally saw the attire of these people. Blue-based thick cloth jackets, dragon scale breastplates, shiny white iron helmets and cavalry swords, and the silver-white shoulder patches with a black pine leaf insignia—
Buchi's Guard Unit.
"Brandon, what are you doing here?" The leading rider finally changed his tone to a condescending one.
"I have the same question." Brandon recalled the name of this person from his memory: Breyson, also from Braggs City like him. He was selected into the Guard Unit after performing well in militia training and then sent to train on the Buchi border...
Of course, that was just the surface. Even if Breyson was outstanding, he couldn't surpass Brandon, who was the first in swordsmanship in the same period. However, with the intervention of a certain officer, his father, what happened later naturally went smoothly.
He knew the grudge between these two people, or rather, it couldn't even be called a grudge, just mutual disdain.
Sure enough, Breyson immediately spoke, "Militiaman, as the vice-chief of the Buchi Guard Unit, I demand that you tell me immediately—why are you here?"
A burst of laughter erupted from the group of cavalrymen. They all knew that Breyson just wanted to cause trouble for this fellow townsman of his. As for reporting, it was just an excuse.
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