Chapter 1096 - 657: Gold [Curse Blood Warrior], Besieging Noxus_2

Chapter 1096: Chapter 657: Gold [Curse Blood Warrior], Besieging Noxus_2

The demonic qi of the giant sword was like a red ribbon, and with each swing, it claimed several severed heads.

The ribbon slashed downward, splitting a line of bandits and their weapons in two, feeling a sudden lightness as their lower halves fell to the ground.

Even though the seven great secret sect rebel armies had chosen elites to attack the supply transfer station of Noxus, they had never witnessed such a brutal battle.

No, this wasn’t a battle, it was a slaughter!

A one-sided slaughter!

Watching their comrades die miserably, the bandits around Viscount Volibear were seized with fear and screamed.

Some of the weaker-willed bandits dropped their weapons on the spot, their limbs weak as they vomited uncontrollably.

This was the effect Viscount Volibear wanted and was exactly the savage battle style of the warlike demon-descendant nobility.

On a high slope, the leader of the Dragon Cave Secret Sect Rebel Army, Pantheon, and several other leaders responsible for the eastern assault sat on horseback.

Watching Viscount Volibear, with his formidable power, charge through their three-thousand-strong force, their faces turned pale.

In their original plan, the leaders who had reached the Golden Lower Rank and the Silver Limit intended to jointly contain the commander of the transfer station, Viscount Volibear.

But seeing the terrifying demon-descendant below, they realized that the gap in strength could not be filled by numbers and were mentally relieved not to be his opponent.

With Viscount Volibear single-handedly tearing through the enemy ranks as if in a no-man’s-land, cheers erupted from the guardians of the transfer station, their morale surged as they launched a counterattack.

As the bandits were on the verge of collapse, Viscount Volibear, after decapitating another bandit, felt a dangerous aura from ahead.

Looking up, Viscount Volibear’s pupils contracted sharply.

A hundred meters away, a figure enveloped in nether flame shot towards him.

Judging by the abundant energy, it was obviously a Golden Middle Rank powerhouse. How did the rebel army have such a hidden master?

A distance of a hundred meters was but a moment for a strong opponent.

Viscount Volibear had barely hesitated before the opponent arrived.

The terrifying skeleton giant axe descended with a piercing screech, and amidst the nether flames, only a pair of emotionless eyes could be seen.

This person was Olaf, the Berserker Heroic Spirit responsible for dealing with Viscount Volibear in the agreement with Fang Zhou and Pantheon.

Before Fang Zhou broke through to the Golden Middle Rank, Olaf might not have been a match for Viscount Volibear one-on-one.

But now, Fang Zhou had broken through to the Golden Middle Rank and mastered the Curse Series skill tree with the help of his clone’s [Curse Life Box] talent.

Using the clone as a model, he created the first artificial Curse Blood Warrior, combining the talents of five undead species: skeleton, zombie, ghost, vampire, and corpse witch.

With this Golden Middle Rank Curse Blood Warrior as a base, the summoned Berserker Heroic Spirit Olaf had naturally gained a qualitative improvement.

Therefore, he alone could hold off Viscount Volibear, the powerful demon-descendant viscount.

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In the city of Noxus, in a commercial plaza, various caravans were in disarray, and the demon merchants were whispering to each other, exchanging information with tense expressions.

"What exactly is going on? How did it become so chaotic?"

"There are battles on all sides; it’s reported to be a bandit attack."

"A bandit attack? You say it’s a bandit attack!

The bandits near Head Hunting City have become so rampant that they dare to challenge the regular army?"

"Yes, except for the east side temporarily holding out, the bandits on the other sides are almost storming into the town.

The military of the Calamity Sun Demon Country is temporarily recruiting noble guards and caravan guards."

At this moment, a demon-descendant in combat attire suddenly strode out of the barracks.

Everyone knew that what he was about to say must be related to the chaos outside, so both the informed and uninformed focused their gaze on him.

Sure enough, the demon-descendant shouted, "I have unfortunate news to tell you all. You must have seen the chaos outside.

Noxus is currently under attack by a group of vicious bandits."

"Ah!"

This statement aroused a great commotion.

Bandits are the sworn enemies of caravans, and those in the plaza unaware of the events outside panicked upon hearing this news, with anxiety spreading.

The demon-descendant officer saw the situation spiraling out of control and hurriedly reassured them, "Please, don’t panic, don’t panic.

Viscount Volibear, the defense commander of Noxus, has already led his forces to suppress the invading bandits, and the noble guards have deployed a large number of troops as well.

However, due to the sheer number of bandits, we hope that you all will also contribute your forces to repel them as quickly as possible.

You all know, once the bandits break into the town, it won’t be just a loss to the transfer station, but an incalculable loss for all of us."

With his persuasion, many caravans on the plaza, recalling the brutality of the bandits, responded in fear, quickly assembling a ragtag force of over a thousand people.

..........

As the first rays of the sunset appeared, the battle at the supply transfer station of Noxus had dragged on for four hours.

The casualties exceeded five thousand, with bodies of the seven great secret sect rebel armies, the regular army stationed at the transfer station, and the subsequently arriving noble guards and caravan guards strewn about the four main roads.

The battle continued, with screams echoing in the chaotic scene.

Under the relentless assault of the seven great secret sect rebel armies, the defensive fortifications of the supply transfer station of Noxus had collapsed.

Now, Noxus was like the twilight glow, offering its final resistance.

Even the most fortified eastern defense of the transfer station had been breached.

Taking advantage of Viscount Volibear being restrained by Olaf, Pantheon and several other leaders above the Golden Level led their bandit followers to push the garrison of Noxus into the transfer station, engaging in even fiercer street battles.

Seeing the surging tide of bandits flooding the transfer station, Viscount Volibear was in anguish.

He desperately wanted to stop his forces from retreating, but Olaf, using his undead creature advantages, relentlessly held him down.

In several distracted moments, he nearly met his end under Olaf’s nether flame axe.

For this suddenly emerged Golden Middle Rank opponent, the more he fought, the more alarmed Viscount Volibear became after engaging him.

He had never heard of such a person among the secret sect rebels within the borders of the Calamity Sun Demon Country.

In Viscount Volibear’s view, this opponent was obviously an undead creature, yet entering within a few meters of him, there was an icy slowing effect felt from the opponent.

Moreover, the opponent had a repulsion field, causing any slight misstep with the wide-blade beheading giant sword to bounce back upon himself, which was exceedingly discomforting.

This was, of course, due to Olaf’s [Curse Life Box] talent providing weakness curses, slow curses, and thorn curses.

What astonished Viscount Volibear even more was that after such a prolonged battle, not only was his battle qi nearly exhausted, but his stamina was also close to depletion, whereas his opponent, aside from the nether flame on the war axe dimming slightly, seemed to grow even more vigorous.

He didn’t know that Olaf used the [Flesh Splitting] talent to absorb vitality from the enemy’s flesh.

Seeing his last soldier slaughtered to pieces by the bloodthirsty bandits, and the temporarily recruited noble guards and caravan guards beginning to flee, Viscount Volibear knew the cause was lost.

Though he was unaware of the situation on the other three fronts, he reckoned that those with fewer forces than him were not faring any better.

Due to an earlier fast attack, the wound on his abdomen from Olaf’s axe throbbed more intensely, and Viscount Volibear knew that if he didn’t want to lose his life here, he needed to break through quickly.

Only by surviving could he have the chance to wash away the shame of this defeat by the secret sect rebels.

He swept his wide-blade beheading giant sword horizontally, forcing Olaf back, and dashed towards a bandit lieutenant on horseback in his sights.

His fiery demon steed had been slain by Olaf’s axe in the earlier battle.

If he didn’t seize a horse now, with his current condition, he certainly couldn’t escape from Olaf.