CHAPTER 305: CHAPTER 208: WHO IS MORE SHAMELESS?

"Fxxk!"

The barking shattered the quiet night sky, causing Roland’s face to change, and he couldn’t help but utter a curse from Sussex Country.

If an accident can be anticipated, it’s not an accident.

Since an accident happened, we can only activate Plan B.

Roland quickly fired a signal flare and then dashed towards Sif’s support team’s position.

The Temple Warrior using a hand crossbow raised his arm again and shot the black dog that had barked in the middle of the night, but the piercing bark had already alarmed the soldiers in the camp.

The only good news might be that it’s raining hard tonight, so firearms can’t be used, and the guards at the artillery post can only fix bayonets to the firearms to use them as ordinary long spears.

The special operations team retreated to the rendezvous point and joined up with the support team led by Sif.

"Roland, are you okay?"

Seeing that Roland wasn’t hurt, Sif quickly lowered her voice and asked, "What went wrong?"

Looking at Sif’s tense face, the Temple Warrior who had just acted lowered his head, "I’m sorry, I should have dragged the body away."

"It’s not your fault. Even if you dragged the body away, the dog would have barked."

Roland smiled, exonerating the Temple Warrior, "It was an accident."

"Forget the accident for now, let’s get moving. If they react, it’ll be hard to leave."

Since Roland spoke, Sif didn’t want to delve deeper. She grabbed Roland’s hand, trying to lead him away.

"We can’t leave now; the corrosive agent needs time to take effect. If we leave and they discover it immediately, it’ll all be for nothing."

Sif paused for a few seconds, released Roland’s hand, and began assembling a three-section long spear.

Roland was right.

They weren’t here for a leisure trip; they were risking their lives.

The Old Commander is right here? Then bring it on!

Sif held the three-meter-long spear, standing like a War God at the front of the team.

She was the sharpest blade, and tonight she had to stand out.

The black dog’s dying shriek alarmed the artillery post guards.

Although this guard team wasn’t large, they were all elite.

Just because the two patrol teams were charmed by the Siren’s Song and ambushed doesn’t reflect their true strength.

The awakened guard team quickly mobilized, starting a mountain-wide search.

The guard team commander was a Major, his face livid as he quickly found traces.

"Over there, follow me!"

He drew his pistol, coldly staring at the position where Roland and the others were located.

Finding the culprits wasn’t hard, as Sif didn’t hide at all; she just stood there, waiting for them.

Attention from the enemy must be drawn.

As long as they hold out for half an hour, those cannons will become scrap.

Seeing Sif’s brazen demeanor, the guard team Major was nearly driven mad with rage.

"Who are you? Who ordered you to attack our military, speak!"

Facing the guard team Major, Sif elegantly raised her long spear, her crisp voice even sweeter than the Siren Munina’s by a few degrees.

"Does an invader have any right to accuse of ambush?"

The Major’s face changed slightly, and he slowly raised his right hand.

Behind him, dozens of soldiers raised their firearms.

Standing not far behind Sif, Roland was somewhat surprised—could firearms really be used in such rain?

Seeing Roland’s surprised expression, the guard team Major couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

Not long before departing, the King’s expedition team acquired a batch of ancient divine weapons through relic excavation.

These rifles can be used in any weather and have five rounds, with very high shooting accuracy.

Apart from the limited quantity, they have virtually no drawbacks.

"Bang!"

"Ding ding ding!"

After a volley, the guard team Major was surprised to find Roland and Sif unharmed. Upon closer inspection, a giant steel shield had somehow appeared in Roland’s hands.

The dense bullets were all blocked by the steel shield.

Although the steel shield was battered beyond recognition, it had fulfilled its task.

"Change rounds, reload!"

The guard team Major furiously issued the command; however, it was too late.

Though changing rounds and reloading only takes a few seconds, for Roland and Sif, it felt as long as a century.

Screams echoed one after another.

Like lightning, Sif charged into the enemy camp, her long spear carving a perfect arc, sweeping away all enemies within a four-meter radius.

Roland also swapped for a long spear, transforming into a whirlwind, harvesting freely.

The guard team Major didn’t have time to issue his next command.

Because before swinging his long spear, Roland had thrown a Flying Knife, hitting him directly in the throat.

The elite Temple Warriors, led by another High Tier Saint Hall Magilla, launched an assault during the reload period.

Though the number of Temple Warriors was fewer than the guard team, their combat power far surpassed them, especially when those unfortunate soldiers were reloading.

They would reload in their next life.

The screams alerted more people.

"Who dares disturb my Commander’s rest?"

A thunderous voice rang out, making their ears buzz.

Roland and Sif exchanged a glance, feeling slightly anxious.

Although they had speculated Shank had a high chance of being on the mountain, actually facing him was still a bit nerve-wracking.

Roland tossed aside the long spear, replacing it with a short spear and shield.

This was the standard close-combat equipment of a Holy Knight.

Lurking behind, Lisa also appeared, her face solemn as she spoke in a deep voice:

"The teacher, he..."

"What about Master Anthony?"

"He said the three of us could defeat Shank." Lisa’s expression was grim.

Seeing Lisa a bit distressed, Roland swallowed his sarcasm, flashing a bright smile.

"Since Master Anthony says so, there must be no problem."

"Prepare for battle!"

Lisa nodded forcefully, her eyes ablaze.

Roland was right; if Master Anthony dared to say that, there must be a reason.

"Boom!"

A tent was blown away, and a giant hulking figure as massive as a mountain stood up from within, angrily gazing at Roland and the others.

Looking at Shank’s burly physique, Roland’s heart suddenly sped up.

Size is equivalent to combat power.

Why can’t the perfect hunter leopard, proficient in various hunting skills, defeat the lion and tiger? It’s because of the disadvantage in size.

Although in animation works, there’s a setting where larger beings are destined to lose, this is the real world.

The oppressive feeling brought by Shank’s massive body was suffocating.

Sif’s hands trembled slightly, and her breathing was rapid.

It wasn’t fear, but the excessive tension causing adrenaline to be secreted frantically.

The old commander’s height even exceeded the long spear in her hand.

From a distance of hundreds of meters away from Roland and others, Shank took the huge warhammer off his back and slammed it onto the ground, stirring up countless fragments of rock.

Then he swung the giant hammer, striking the fragments.

The fragments flew like cannonballs.

Roland let out a light shout, "Get behind me!"

He lifted his shield, struggling to block the flying stones for Sif and Lisa.

The fragments hit the shield like a rain of bullets, making a dull sound and shattering into debris.

Roland’s tiger mouth bled from the shock, and he stepped back two paces to ease the force.

No wonder he’s a Tier Seven powerhouse, is that all?

Roland was somewhat puzzled, then relieved.

Previously, he had only seen Anthony and Sofia. Although Sofia hadn’t made a move, her terrifying aura alone could frighten people to death, and Master Anthony’s strength was superb, his combat power astonishing.

But they are not ordinary Tier Seven.

Not to mention Sofia, Anthony is also the pinnacle of the conventional Tier Seven.

It’s not that the old commander’s combat power is lacking, but that normal Tier Seven are like this.

Powerful enough to crush hundreds of ordinary soldiers, but that’s all.

No wonder Anthony was unwilling to make a move; he probably thought Shank wasn’t qualified enough.

Indeed, a high-quality practice sandbag.

Roland pushed off the ground forcefully, charging at Shank.

Shank was stunned.

He was somewhat baffled, his stone attack should absolutely have injured this damned opponent, why dare to charge at him?

Why?

Of course, it’s because of courage!

Roland’s mind flashed with a famous quote from a historical Holy Knight, victory requires strength, but a charge only requires courage!

Shank can be said to be the weakest Tier Seven, while he, Sif, and Lisa are all standing at the top of Tier Eight.

After more than half a year of lurking, he completed over a dozen inheritances, and the base color of the soul card as the main profession inheritor finally turned colorful.

The colorful inheritor card also promoted the Holy Knight sub-profession, and a large amount of overflow "experience" filled the sub-profession, making his strength progress by leaps and bounds.

He was improving, and Sif and Lisa were not idle.

The largest inheritor badge Roland obtained came from Sif.

Although she is human, she was unexpectedly compatible with the elf race inheritance, mastering Elf Imperial Swordsmanship (usable with a spear) and other various skills over the past half a year, and her combat power increased several times compared to half a year ago.

Lisa, under the guidance of a great teacher, rapidly became a master of Flame Manipulation.

Roland smelled the strong scent of alcohol on Shank, further confirmed Master Anthony’s judgment.

Shank, the fool, even drank alcohol.

Apart from those who are good at Drunken Fist, drinking alcohol only reduces combat power.

He never anticipated that Roland dared to take the initiative to attack, Shank furiously swung his massive warhammer down with great force.

His mouth curled into a cruel smile.

Since you are a warrior, you must take this hammer head-on, right?

This hammer was his hard power condensed over a century, even a small mountain could be shattered by it.

Even if Roland is a Steel Warrior, he would be hammered flat.

"Boom!"

The ground shook, and stones flew.

The warhammer pounded heavily onto the ground.

In the instant the heavy hammer fell, Roland lifted his shield, eyes filled with determination, a steadfast gaze like that of a fearless martyr facing death.

Yet, after the hammer’s trajectory could no longer be changed, he released his grip on the shield and deftly rolled away from the range of the hammer’s shockwave.

Only an idiot would take a frontal attack from a giant warrior.

Of course, Roland wasn’t an idiot; he was very cunning.

In the moment he rolled away, Roland’s hand filled with specially enhanced smoke bombs and explosive bombs instantly hurled toward Shank’s face.

In the smoke, there was top-grade pepper powder, black pepper, and quicklime, and even the profession-specific tear gas mist supplied by Master Norton.

Although Shank was powerful, he was ultimately flesh and blood.

Misjudging Roland’s reaction, his hammer fell into empty air, causing a discomfort similar to missing a step on the stairs. The shameless explosive bombs that followed made him unable to open his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

He covered his eyes, screaming in agony.

Roland drew a short sword, taking advantage of Shank’s momentary bewilderment, stabbing the short sword into Shank’s rear.

He had wanted to stab the heart, but Shank’s defense had not yet broken, plus his height was too great, forcing Roland to reluctantly choose a secondary target.

Lisa manipulated flames into the form of a phoenix, smashing it onto Shank’s face.

Sif did not rush to attack, instead drawing a pistol and firing five rapid shots.

After consecutive hits, Shank finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

He realized he could become the second Tier Seven to be killed by a lower-tier opponent in the New Calendar.

The pride of a warrior made this result unacceptable to him.

He let out a roar and turned to flee.

Roland was stunned.

Sif and Lisa were also stunned.

Would a brave and fearless giant also run away?

Running and shouting in fury, Shank swore that as long as he recovered slightly, he would immediately return and kill these three shameless scoundrels.

As long as he got a little time!

"Ah!"

The sound of a scream rang out once more.

A massive wall of fire, accompanied by scorching heat waves, blocked his escape route.

Shank stared blankly at the fire wall, finally realizing he had no escape.

He gritted his teeth and turned around, seeing Anthony standing at the top of the cliff pretending to enjoy the scenery.

He had no way out, nor any chance of survival.

All he could do was take a few people with him to the grave.