20demayo Chapter 465 Young man, change the world!
Chapter 465 Young man, change the world!
Chapter 465 Young man, change the world!
rustle!
Roy carried Alphia on his back, speeding through the dark, dense forest, quickly passing by, crushing decaying leaves and dead branches, his figure becoming a blurry afterimage.
Extremely weak, Alfia lay on Roy's broad back, feeling a sense of security, as if she had entered the safest haven in the world.
This made her subconsciously abandon all thought.
Even the unrealistic wish that crossed her mind was that Roy wouldn't stop, that the road ahead would stretch on indefinitely, so she could enjoy this feeling forever.
She knew that this was only because her body was too weak, and her biological instincts led her to seek a safe place, which caused her to have this foolish sense of dependence.
If she had retained even a shred of strength, she wouldn't be so weak, which made her both angry and annoyed.
In addition to that, there are the emotions stirring in one's heart.
Ever since Roy pushed her away as she sought death and watched helplessly as the boy's heart was shattered by the black dragon, Alphia's calm, stagnant heart began to ripple, gradually widening with the passage of time.
She also drank a whole bottle of Heavenly Elixir, which was their only remaining supplies!
Alphia couldn't understand what value she had that made Roy so devoted to her, given that she was on the verge of death.
Alphia, who loves quiet, won't speak up, and Roy certainly won't make a fool of himself.
In this silence, the two continued walking.
Any ferocious and dangerous creature that tries to block the way will be crushed by Roy like a speed bump.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Neither the roaring saber-toothed tiger nor the coiled giant python could see Roy's movements. His ferocious head exploded like a ripe watermelon under the powerful iron fist, splattering brain matter and blood.
Hazardous species are special monsters in this world, with a huge gap between their upper and lower limits. Weak Hazardous species are no different from ordinary animals, while powerful Hazardous species not only have a strong physique, but also special abilities, such as the prototype monster of the Spatial Imperial Arm: Dimensional Array.
Aside from the super Dangerous Beasts that are capable of being crafted into Imperial Arms, other Dangerous Beasts pose little threat to Roy and would simply be killed with a single punch.
Super dangerous species are not so easy to encounter.
The real trouble in this dense forest is not the large monsters, but the tiny poisonous insects lurking under the decaying leaves and permeating the damp air. They are like an invisible fog of death, penetrating everywhere.
For Roy, the bites of these venomous insects were utterly ineffective; their toughened skin was so resilient that even the sharpest mandibles could not pierce it.
But Alphia, whose grace was sealed, suffered the consequences, so they had to leave the forest as soon as possible.
Several hours later, as Roy and Alfia approached the edge of the dense forest, a sudden rustling of branches and leaves broke the deathly silence deep within the jungle.
This unusual movement immediately caught the attention of the two of them.
Bang!
Roy used his legs to leap onto an ancient tree, using the dense foliage to conceal himself.
"There are many people nearby, is it a war?" Roy murmured. His powerful perception, hearing and vision at LV.8 had reached the realm of the superhuman, and he could easily know what was happening several kilometers away.
"Boring!" Alphia was uninterested, quietly lying on Roy's back and closing her eyes to rest.
"Run!"
"Damn Imperial Army!"
"Esdeath, that crazy woman is terrifying!"
Before long, several figures dressed in strange clothes appeared in Roy's field of vision. Like frightened birds, they fled in disarray in the shadows of the dense forest.
Roy recalled information about that world; that kind of clothing was probably not from ordinary people in the Empire.
Which border have they moved to?
boom! boom! boom!
Gunfire erupted, a few short, precise bursts of fire abruptly shattering the deathly silence of the forest.
Crimson blood blossomed on the fleeing figures, the horror of the border people froze on their faces, and they convulsed and fell heavily to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the fleeing border residents were shot dead, leaving only a few blood-soaked corpses.
boom! boom! boom!
A dozen soldiers, dressed in significantly different uniforms, strode over and began shooting at the corpses, delivering professional-level finishing blows. They were all trained professional troops.
"Honestly, I don't understand why you want to escape. You lowly people have no value in living." A bald monk slowly walked over.
A soldier approached the monk, saluted, and reported, "Captain, cleanup complete!"
"Well done! But it would be even better if you could clean it a little more thoroughly!" the bald monk praised, then changed the subject, his sharp gaze locking onto the tree where Roy and Alphia were hiding.
"Get out here! You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail!"
A thunderous roar erupted, and the bald monk's eyes flashed with a sharp light. His muscles bulged, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, his body shooting into the sky like a cannonball.
He grinned maliciously, and his iron fist, the size of a clay pot, tore through the air with a piercing shriek as it slammed into the thick tree branch where Roy was hiding.
Rumble!
The thick tree branch was actually shattered by the bald monk's punch, sending wood chips flying everywhere. The punch continued its momentum, heading straight for Roy, who was hiding behind it.
In the blink of an eye, the fist struck the body.
Roy twisted his waist, easily dodging the opponent's fist. His body drew a sharp arc in mid-air, landing steadily on one knee on the ground covered with decaying leaves. The dust he kicked up swirled around him. "You managed to find us. You're quite strong."
"Of course!"
The bald man proudly declared, "I'm a martial monk who graduated from the Imperial Fist Temple, and a subordinate of Lady Esdeath!"
"Hmph!" Alphia pouted. The main problem was that her grace was sealed, and she was in extremely poor condition with disordered breathing. Even if Roy were alone, no matter how many times stronger this bald monk was, he wouldn't be able to find Roy.
next second.
All the soldiers instantly raised their weapons, and more than a dozen dark gun barrels, like venomous snakes that had smelled blood, precisely locked onto the two men.
A chilling killing intent suddenly filled the air!
Roy glanced at it. Although this world had a medieval style, it had a lot of advanced technology, especially weapons of war. It wasn't just automatic rifles and artillery shells; they could even make small nuclear bombs later on.
Of course, the most powerful black technology is still the Imperial Arms!
Those were weapons crafted a thousand years ago by the founding emperor of the empire to consolidate his rule, using the full power of the nation. There were forty-eight of them, forged using materials from super dangerous species, rare metals such as Orichalcos, and the secret techniques of top craftsmen, and they possessed various magical powers.
"Esdeath's subordinates—in that case, which battlefield is this?" Roy put Alphia down and glanced at the bald monk and soldiers.
However, no one answered Roy's question.
All the soldiers and the bald monk stared blankly at Alphia; they had never seen such a beautiful woman before!
Alphia stood there quietly, her long, silver hair cascading down her back. Her face was sculpted like ice and jade, with delicate features, a small, exquisite nose, and lips as lustrous as flower petals, shimmering with a pearly pink glow. Her skin was as white as snow, and her figure was tall and graceful.
She wore an elegant, jet-black long dress, with a ribbon lightly cinching her slender waist, perfectly outlining her exquisite curves.
Even stained with dust and blood, even in this bloody and filthy place of slaughter, its breathtaking beauty remained undiminished.
"God—" someone murmured unconsciously.
"This—this is simply—" another person's Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't find any words to describe it.
Roy was not surprised by the soldiers' reaction.
He and Ryu used to be approached by blond-haired guys in the dungeon world, who would then take their clan girls to boost their stats. They experienced this countless times.
Alphia possesses a goddess-like beauty, an elegant and dignified figure, and a cool and noble temperament; she could turn heads 200%.
If she were in Orario, naturally no one would cause her any trouble; who would dare to provoke this witch with the strongest talent!
But the people in the instance world are completely unaware of this.
The weakness brought on by her serious injury added a touch of heartbreaking fragility to Alphia's stunningly beautiful face. This fragility, instead of diminishing her beauty, stirred up the most primal destructive and possessive desires deep within human nature, like fragile glass.
The soldiers' initial amazement was quickly replaced by a more intense and sordid greed.
He wanted to possess this stunning beauty!
This is a battlefield, filled with the most primal desires, where all human moral standards have ceased to exist.
"Surround them!"
All the soldiers grinned like hyenas smelling blood, eagerly tightening their encirclement.
"Get out of my way! This woman is mine!" the leading monk roared savagely, his eyes flashing with undisguised possessiveness.
Upon hearing this, the soldiers were unwilling, but dared not disobey their superiors, and could only stop in their tracks.
"Heh!" Alphia sneered. The temperature of her heterochromatic eyes had dropped to freezing point. The trace of vulnerability revealed by her weakness vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling frost that froze the soul.
"Let me handle this!" Roy stopped Alphia from making a move; he still needed to get information.
Even with her grace sealed, Alphia can still defeat LV.4 adventurers with her skills. Despite being in extremely poor condition, she can still unleash the strength of LV.3, making it easy for her to deal with these soldiers.
Alphia stopped, her cherry lips slightly parted, "I don't like the way these people look at me. You decide what to do."
Roy said, "Understood!"
Bang!
In that instant, Roy moved! The earth cracked, and he seemed to evaporate into thin air, leaving only a blurry afterimage torn apart by the instant.
In the soldiers' suddenly contracting pupils, an incomprehensible and terrifying power had descended.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
A chilling, dull thud rang out, and seven or eight soldiers were violently blasted away, their bodies contorted at bizarre angles.
Without exception, when those soldiers landed, they were lifeless, leaving only their unrecognizable shells.
"Drink!" The bald monk seized the opportunity and threw a punch, gathering all his strength, straight at Roy's face.
Roy stood still, casually raised his palm, and lightly patted the fist that was hurtling towards him.
Bang!
A dull thud suddenly exploded!
The bald monk's thick, tree-trunk-like arm was smashed by Roy, flesh, fascia, and bones exploding instantly, with fragments of flesh and bone splattering out in a radial pattern.
"Ugh—!" The excruciating pain caused the bald monk to let out an inhuman scream.
He staggered backward, his eyes filled with extreme pain and deep-seated fear. He couldn't see the boy's movements at all!
escape!
We must escape this monster immediately!
The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. The bald monk no longer had any desire to possess the gray-haired witch. He turned around abruptly, channeled all his life's energy into his legs, and fled desperately into the depths of the dense forest. He was joking, of course. He left the Royal Fist Temple to make a name for himself!
Roy appeared behind the other person as if by teleportation and grabbed the bald head.
boom!
The bald monk's head slammed heavily into the damp, decaying ground. Roy's immense power pressed down, and the surrounding earth suddenly cracked open.
"A monster?"
The chill of death coiled around the bald monk's entire body like a venomous snake. His pupils dilated in shock. The difference in strength was too great. Who on earth had he offended?
Roy said, "Tell me, where is this place? Tell me everything you know!"
The bald monk said, "Will you let me go if I tell you?"
What do you think?
With a slight tightening of his fingers, Roy inflicted excruciating pain on the bald monk, as if his skull were about to be crushed. He dared not haggle any longer. "This is the southwestern border of the Empire. We are soldiers under Generals Esdeath and Najenda, responsible for suppressing minority ethnic groups—"
Having obtained information from the bald monk, Roy gained some understanding of the situation in this world and laughed, "Sorry, I personally tend to let you go, but it seems you've angered the witches here."
"Snap!"
Roy's five fingers clenched slightly, and a short, crisp sound of bone cracking rang out. The bald monk's hard skull shattered instantly, like a fragile eggshell.
The struggle of that burly body ceased, and it lay limply in the shallow pit, without making a sound.
boom! boom! boom!
The soldiers who had not yet been attacked were terrified. They roared and raised their automatic rifles, frantically pulling the triggers at Roy who had appeared.
A hail of bullets engulfed Roy's figure!
A hail of bullets struck Roy's bare skin, sparks flying and a deafening clang of metal clashing. The bullets bounced off and fell to the ground.
Even after the soldiers ran out of ammunition, Roy's skin wasn't scratched. He patted his chest and laughed, "Looks like my body is the better one."
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Upon witnessing such a horrifying scene, the imperial soldiers lost all will to fight. Their morale collapsed instantly, and they fled in terror.
Roy picked up several bullets, flicked them with his fingers, and with a whooshing sound, they sliced through the air, hitting the fleeing soldiers, whose heads exploded one after another.
In the blink of an eye, an entire Imperial squad was wiped out!
Roy also got the information he wanted: the timeline he traveled to was a bit too early, and Najenda, the leader of Night Raid, was still in the Imperial Army.
This is the southwestern border of the empire.
Esdeath and Najenda's Imperial army were suppressing a rebellious alien race, the same alien men he had just seen being shot.
[World Quests Now Open!]
Please choose a faction and help it achieve victory: Empire, Revolutionary Army, Annihilation Cult, Imperial Fist Temple, Northern Barbarians, Southwestern Ethnic Minorities —
Each modification to this world's progress accumulates a completion rate. At the end, you'll receive substantial rewards based on the completion rate and return to the original world!
The mission prompt that Roy had been eagerly awaiting finally appeared. He quickly skimmed through the introduction on the system panel and seemed to understand something.
Even if he slaughtered everyone in this world after reaching LV.8, he wouldn't get any reward.
Even those who are users of Imperial Arms are no exception.
Most Imperial Arms users rely solely on the power of their Imperial Arms; without them, they would likely not even reach Level 3.
The system uses a different strategy.
The game has evolved from simply hunting targets for rewards to modifying the world on a large scale. The panel even suggests that if the completion rate is high enough, the rewards obtained can be described as "rich" for someone like him who is LV.8!
Since that's the case, then we need to put some effort into the operation. He's prepared to make a fortune and go back to beat up the Black Dragon. Roy smiled slightly and glanced back at the little green-haired guy hiding not far away.
"We've been discovered!" Rabbo got goosebumps all over, as if he were being watched by a demon king from hell.
Not daring to linger, Rab turned and fled, fortunately the boy did not pursue him.
Rab ran back to the general's tent, panting heavily.
Seeing Luber's figure, Najenda frowned. "Luber, I didn't ask you to keep an eye on Esdeath's men and prevent them from massacring civilians—"
"No, what happened?"
Najenda noticed the look of terror on Rab's face and immediately realized that something was wrong.
A bead of sweat the size of a soybean rolled down Rabb's forehead. "Najenda, I've encountered a monster, perhaps no weaker than—no, even more terrifying than Esdeath!"