My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start - Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Total Suppression

“What the Hell Is This?”

One of the bandits stared blankly at the sky as his face trembled.

“Am…am I seeing things?”

The other bandit rubbed his eyes until his eyes became red and swollen.

They heard someone in the sky say that Allen’s strength was not good enough, and they had thought that the person was bragging. However, it seemed like the other party had told the truth.

“These people are all silver-tier warriors?”

Sven stared blankly at the sky. He was dumbfounded as he stared at the dozens of silver-tier warriors. Where did so many people come from? Were all the silver-tier warriors at the border there?

Run.

The first thought that came to his mind was to run. Sven turned his head, leaned on his cane, and limped back into the bandit gangs.

The second person to escape was Lady Gluttony. She had hovered in mid-air, but she turned around and picked up Veigar’s corpse that Allen had thrown onto the ground during the battle. The rabbit-head mask on her face flickered with a strange red light as she sped up and disappeared into the Demoness Bandit Gang.

More than 400 people could not kill Allen in those few minutes. Coupled with those dozens of silver-tier warriors in the sky, they would probably be killed if they walked too slowly, let alone kill the other party.

At that moment, the young man who had been sticking his head out and talking on the wall appeared again; he shouted to the people outside the wall, “Blackmoon Knights, it’s time for you to show off! Don’t let any of these people go. The top three men who kill the most enemies will be rewarded with 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs.”

“Yes, Lord Watson!”

The dozens of silver-tier warriors in the sky lowered their heads and agreed at the same time. Their gazes landed on the people on the ground, and their eyes were filled with killing intent.

At that moment, the situation had changed. The bandits had become prey while they were hunters.

“Everyone, don’t panic. There are only dozens of them. We have four hundred men. As long as we stabilize the formation, they might not be our match!” a bronze-tier warrior bandit shouted.

He held two daggers in his hands. His body exuded an extraordinary aura. As soon as his voice echoed, a ray of light streaked across the top of his head. A Blackmoon Knight had been flying low on the ground; his sharp combat aura wings had cut off the bandit’s neck.

“Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows quickly! Force these silver-tier warriors down from the sky. As long as we fight on the ground, they won’t have any advantage.”

Another person drew his bow and nocked an arrow as he spoke.

The advantage of a silver-tier warrior was their ability to fly. If they could not fly, then their strength would be significantly reduced.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Arrows covered in combat aura tore through the air like meteors. The Blackmoon Knights managed to dodge some of them, while others landed on their bodies. They did not cause any damage because their armors were silver-tier equipment, but the Blackmoon Knights had decapitated all the archers from the bandit gangs. Fresh blood splattered onto the ground.

Suddenly, there was silence.

“Run!” Someone in the bandit gang shouted. Hundreds of people scattered in a swarm; they pushed and shoved as they ran from the wall.

“I’m running! Don’t push me.”

Some people were pushed as they ran, and others were trampled. Some people ran too slowly, and their chests were pierced, their bodies pushed to the side.

The bandits panicked. If there were only dozens of silver-tier warriors, they could still fight if they put their mind to it. However, their opponents were silver-tier warriors and equipped with equipment of the same level. Who could withstand that onslaught?

“Young Master said that we should not leave anyone alive. Charge!”

Allen spread his sky-blue combat aura wings and charged toward the front. He raised the Guardian Sword in his left hand; the blade swung down, and heads flew upward. The Endless Sea Black Blood Thorny Gloves on his right hand shone brightly. It would extract flesh and blood from anyone it touched, but it seemed to have eaten its fill as it pulsed vigorously.

When the blood in the glove was full, Allen released the skill that came with the glove—the Endless Sea of blood.

It was a spell that was comparable to gold-tier power.

A blood-colored waterfall appeared and turned into a python that was dozens of meters long. The python opened its mouth and breathed—blood-colored flames melted people into bones. Their bones cracked as they died. The spell had killed dozens of people.

“I was unable to punish these bandits just now, and it made me lose my dignity in front of Young Master Watson! So now, I have to work hard to regain it. Otherwise, Young Master Watson will think that I’m useless and may dismiss my position as captain.” That was what Allen had thought, so he did not hold back in his attacks.

The other Blackmoon Knights were not willing to be outdone too. They fought bravely, and the silver-tier armor on their bodies was gradually covered in blood.

Besides Watson, only Lucas and the others who only just joined the Blackmoon Knights were still standing on the wall. They were looking downward toward the ground with envious eyes.

A hundred Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs!

After they became Blackmoon Knights, they received three eggs every day. Only then did they realize how good those eggs had tasted. Silver-tier warriors who often ate Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs had a few thousand catties more in strength than those who did not.

Unfortunately, they had joined too late. They had not reached silver-tier yet, so they could not join the fight.

As if he could see what was in their thoughts, Watson comforted them, “Don’t worry. There will be many opportunities like this in the future. As long as you work hard, there will be a time for you to fight in the future.”

“Yes, Young Master Watson.”

As they resisted the desire to rush out to fight, more than ten Blackmoon Knightsmen lowered their heads.

“Brother Watson, it’s too boring to watch from the wall. Let me go down and have some fun too.” At that moment, Indix walked up to Watson and bent down as her round eyes pleaded with him.

She did not want to compete with the Blackmoon Knights for the reward; they were mages and were treated very well in Blackmoon Castle. Even though Watson initially said that mages could only receive one egg per day, however, with Nindy’s help, she could eat as much as she wanted.

She did not have any deep-rooted hatred toward the bandits. She only wanted to test her strength after she had become a silver-tier mage.

Watson exchanged a look with his sister, Nindy. When he saw the hint in Nindy’s eyes, Watson nodded. “Alright then. Let’s send out the mages as well. Let these bandits see Blackmoon Castle’s strength. Let them know that no one can bully us so easily.”

“Yes!”

Indix smiled excitedly. She hugged Watson’s shoulder and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

Watson looked helpless as he touched the warm, sweet lipstick on his face and felt the envious gazes of the guards around him. He watched as the five mages, led by Indix, rode their two-winged liger into the sky. Then he could see them murmuring as they weaved their magic.

With the addition of the mages, the battle got even more one-sided.

“Great water element, listen to my call and become an indestructible Cannonball! Silver-tier magic—Mine Cannonball.”

Hundreds of water balls the size of human heads wrapped in wind and thunder fell from the sky and landed on the ground. Then they released bursts of explosions.

Each bomb sent soil flying about five meters away to reveal a charred hole. Any bandit hit by the explosion, regardless of their strength, flew upward and burst into pieces. Those who were at the center of the blast suffered an even more miserable state. They were directly blown into meat paste, and the armor they wore had turned into dregs.

Watson looked at the mess on the ground as he stood on the wall with his hands behind his back. The bandit gangs were in a sorry state; only less than ten percent of them escaped. He looked like an emperor watching over his soldiers on the battlefield.

He knew that the battle had come to an end.