Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 56: Feiyin's collapse, inhumane ultimate move
This is the funeral march's ultimatum to Feiyin as he lies dying.
One is an undead warrior who was defeated and barely alive with only a trace of life left, and the other is an ice magician who was not damaged at all and always controlled the initiative in the battle. Can you imagine that the former is actually trying to persuade the latter to surrender in a show of force - I have never seen such a ridiculous thing in my life.
The funniest thing about this matter is that this shameless undead warrior looks very serious and doesn't seem to be joking at all.
The scene was so funny and weird that my first reaction was not to laugh or ridicule, but to feel an ominous chill in my heart.
The funeral march's bold words came so suddenly that Fei Yin was stunned when she heard it, and she even forgot to cast the magic that was ready to be used on her opponent.
"You...what did you say?" Feiyin blinked and asked in confusion. She must have really doubted whether she had heard it wrongly - because that's what I doubted at this moment.
"If you surrender immediately and jump off the ring, I will let you go!" The funeral march was spoken in the common language of the road, with the special hoarse ending of the corrupt. Every word sounded as clear and definite as the portrait carved on the gold coin.
After hearing the opponent's words, Feiyin frowned, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It was unclear whether she was really angry or mocking. However, she probably also sensed a hint of danger from her opponent's abnormal behavior. She held her staff in front of her with both hands alertly, and used a tough tone to cover up her inner panic:
"Did you take the wrong medicine? I have the upper hand now! Even if I have to surrender, it should be you who surrenders."
"Ah..." The funeral march sighed, as if talking to itself, but also as if making a statement to us, and slowly said: "...Actually, I really don't want to do this, but you always force me to do this..."
From the other side of the ring, we heard the noisy shouts of our previously defeated opponents:
"No way, President, you're going to use this trick again..." The Undead Lich and the Evil Spirit yelled loudly. It was obvious that this Funeral March was not the first time to use such a trick.
“President, it is already despicable to use such a vile trick after you can’t beat a girl. What’s even more despicable is that since we got here, you can’t beat her every time. It’s simply too despicable and shameless…” The Fallen Vampire Knight I Love Sunbathing criticized righteously, with the demeanor of a gentleman - but it seemed that he had no intention of stopping it.
"With a nasty guild leader like you here, I believe our guild will never be able to recruit another female player except your sister..." The Troll Swordsman I'm Ugly But I'm Durable seemed to hate the move their president was about to use, and glanced at the Dark Elf Shadow Follower beside him with a sad face.
"It's so disgusting and scary, I don't even dare to watch it..." The dark elf neurosurgery correspondence student was even more terrified at this time. She covered her face with her hands and turned her back to the ring. She said to her comrades around her, "... Wait until he finishes and then tell me to open my eyes..."
From the words of his opponents, we know that Funeral March in the ring probably still retains a very powerful, insidious and poisonous killer move, but I really can’t imagine what kind of mysterious skill he has mastered to believe that he can reverse this inevitable defeat and kill the opponent with full vitality with one blow.
At this time, Fei Yin on the ring did not dare to be negligent. She carefully cast a layer of "Ice Armor" on herself, and then covered herself with a layer of magic stance, increasing her physical and magical defense capabilities to the extreme, preparing to meet the impending devastating blow from the Undead Warrior.
However, facts soon proved to us that all her preparations were in vain. No matter how careful she was, in the face of the soul-killing death blow of the funeral march, all her efforts were doomed to be in vain...
"Go!" On the ring, the undead warrior Funeral March suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a small black object from his big mouth with exposed gums, and then he roared and threw the object towards Feiyin, hitting her chest squarely - but strangely, after hitting the target, this little thing did not explode like ordinary magic attacks, nor did it bring physical damage like long-range weapons such as flying knives and bows and arrows. In fact, Feiyin did not suffer any damage after being hit by it, not even a drop of blood splashed, and her health was completely intact. The small hidden weapon also lay quietly on Feiyin's robe, neither disappearing nor falling.
What on earth is going on? I was confused as I watched from the sidelines. Dodge? Impossible, it clearly hit. Skill resistance? Ineffective attack? There should be at least a prompt message, right? Why is there no reaction at all?
I was wondering why there was no reaction to this attack, but Feiyin immediately reacted - and it was a very violent reaction:
"Ah..." A shrill scream suddenly burst out from the mouth of our respected president. The sound was so sharp that it was like countless steel needles were being inserted into your scalp one by one by a huge force, penetrating your skull, stirring your brain back and forth, cutting all the nerves in your head one by one, and then pouring a pot of molten steel into your ears, even burning and boiling your thoughts. Before this, I couldn't imagine that a weak human being could actually scream so heartbreakingly that even the soul was about to vomit out of the vocal cords.
"No! Help..." Fei Yin lowered her head and looked at her chest on the ring, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, her face was frighteningly pale, her face was full of terror, she dodged her feet and screamed hysterically, her arms were raised high above her head and she didn't know where to put them. Even the precious staff was thrown off the ring in a panic. She looked terrified as if she was witnessing the end of the world.
Only then did I see the black thing on her body clearly. It was not a magic prop, nor was it a powerful hidden weapon. It was just a common black insect that often appeared in the dark and damp corners of the room. Generally speaking, people call it a "cockroach". The cockroach that was lying on Feiyin's body was obviously a pet of the Undead Warrior Funeral March, because on its head, there was a bright yellow soul mark, showing the soul name of this pet - Xiaoqiang.
It must be pointed out that in this world, in addition to the war pets tamed by the trainer, there is another kind of pet, which is purely a playmate for the owner to express his love and kill time, without any other function. Each race has its own favorite recreational pets. For example, humans like to raise cats and pigeons, blood races like to raise leeches and bats, elves like to raise butterflies and flower fairies, dark elves usually raise tortoises and marmots, and dwarves who are good at machinery are not very interested in living pets. If conditions permit, they prefer to carry a mechanical bird with them; and the decadent undead race obviously has its own unique aesthetic habits in choosing pets - they are keen on raising cockroaches and mice.
To be honest, apart from these rotten skeletons, no one else likes these filthy creatures that grow out of the damp and decaying land. In fact, not all the undead themselves like these ugly pets, so the undead are the race with the fewest pets in the world, and there are only a few who keep cockroaches in their mouths like this guy in front of us. When I think of the funeral march actually putting this thing intact in its mouth and letting it bite the remaining rotten flesh in its skull to survive, I can't help but feel a chill in my heart.
Like other recreational pets, although this ugly insect looks disgusting, it has no offensive power and cannot cause even the slightest harm to anyone. But strangely, it seems to have become the natural enemy of most female intelligent creatures in the world for no reason. Many brave and strong-willed female monks are not afraid to challenge the violent and powerful wolves and tigers with bare hands, but they are helpless in front of this delicate insect that will die if stepped on. They even cry and dare not step on it with thick boots. I once saw a majestic female half-orc berserker being scared to death by a cockroach, and less than two minutes before that, she had just used her two-handed battle axe to chop two adventurers from the Doomsday Empire into a bloody mess.
Obviously, our respected president's daughter is also a woman suffering from "congenital cockroach phobia", and her condition is many times more severe than others...
"...Take it away quickly!" Feiyin yelled on the stage, stamping her feet helplessly, as if she was dancing a heroic dance that was unique to minotaurs to celebrate victory. Her originally rosy and delicate little mouth was now almost stretched to her ears in fear, and her lips were blue and purple, and she looked like she was about to go into shock. She twisted her thumb and index finger with both hands, desperately shaking off her robe, trying to shake the cockroach off her body, but the cockroach seemed to be sewn to the clothes by the battle line, and no matter how hard she slapped it to shake it off, it remained motionless. Not only could it not be shaken off, but it also swam upstream with interest and slowly climbed up to Feiyin's collar.
"You'd better surrender quickly..." During the time when Feiyin and Xiaoqiang were fighting, Funeral March was very graceful and did not launch any attacks. He slowly walked to Feiyin's side and advised her very sincerely: "...If you don't surrender, I will control it to crawl onto your face."
"No..." This sentence was more effective than the magic of controlling the mind. As soon as he finished speaking, our president fell headfirst from the ring with a "thump", giving up the victory that was within his grasp. As soon as he jumped off the ring, Feiyin immediately pulled a body in front of her, hugged his neck tightly, closed her eyes, lowered her head and went straight into his arms.
Damn it, there are so many people here, why did she catch me?
This was the first time in my life that I had such close contact with a woman of the opposite sex. Apart from her bad temper, Feiyin's appearance was a good starting point. This sudden warm hug made my breathing quicken, my heart beat faster, and I felt a suffocating dizziness from the bottom of my heart. Unfortunately, the reason why my reaction was so strong had nothing to do with the feelings of a young man who had just begun to fall in love or the beautiful vision of spring love. It was purely because...that...Feiyin strangled my neck tightly.
I don't know if Feiyin's actions were a little gentler, whether my first warm embrace with a beautiful woman would be warmer and better, and leave me with a happy and sweet memory in the long future. But the reality is that this warm and overly warm embrace did not make me feel comfortable at all, so that for quite a long time afterwards, I felt a lingering fear every time I thought of it.
I waved my arms desperately, trying to get this hysterical crazy woman off me, but she had learned the high-level throat-locking skills that only monks could practice without any instruction. Her two slender arms were like two hard steel cables, which made me roll my eyes in an instant.
"Help me take it off, it's already climbed onto my neck..." Our president pressed her head against my chest and screamed at the top of her lungs. I felt like my lungs were about to be squeezed out by her.
So I could only shout along with her: "Help me take her down, I can't breathe... cough cough... help me..."
"Come on... ahem... help me pull her away , what are you two doing standing there?" Looking at Xian Ge Yayi and Chang Sanjiao who were standing there dumbfounded, I yelled at them angrily, very dissatisfied with their attitude of standing by and watching.
"This..." Chang Sanjiao looked embarrassed, "...If it was a man, it would be easy, but she's in this state, how can we do it? It's not convenient to pull her around..."
"Yes, yes..." Xian Ge Ya Yi also looked embarrassed, "...Even though she has a bad temper, is greedy and stingy, and likes to bully others, she is still a woman after all. This... is not good..."
Damn it, you two grown men are so shy when pulling a woman, but this woman pulls me so easily...ah, stop twisting my arm...oh, I'm already bleeding...
"Help... It's already crawling onto my eyes... Come and help..." The two old-fashioned guys were still hesitating, and the woman in my arms started screaming again like a cat whose tail was stepped on. The harsh sound waves almost put me into a coma.
“There’s a fart on your eye… cough cough… the cockroach ran away a long time ago…” I was hugged tightly by the panicked president, and I said to her with foam coming out of my mouth, “…that’s…my saliva…I’ve…whoosh…you’ve strangled me to the point where I can’t breathe…”
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After much persuasion, we finally dispelled the president's illusion of cockroaches crawling on her face. She lay in my arms tightly, and finally mustered up the courage to slightly open half of her eyes, and only felt relieved when she confirmed that the cockroach named "Xiao Qiang" was now lying safely on the ring. Even so, Miss Feiyin still subconsciously held my armor tightly, and couldn't help trembling in my arms, and sobbing softly at the same time - it seemed that she was really scared.
"Hey..." Seeing our usually powerful and unscrupulous president being frightened like this, we felt an unspeakable hatred and anger in our hearts. Xiange Yayi was so angry that he shouted at the stage: "...Aren't you ashamed of bullying a girl like this?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Unexpectedly, Funeral March on the ring had a guilty look on his face, and there was no sign of the brutal and cruel nature of a doomsday empire warrior.
"...I had no choice. I just wanted to scare her, but I didn't expect she was so afraid of cockroaches. I really didn't mean it. I'm so sorry, so sorry..." He apologized while bowing to us with his fist clenched.
Their confession was so positive that we could not pursue it any further. And, to be honest, strictly speaking, it was hard to accuse him of doing anything excessive - he just threw a bug.
"Well..." After apologizing for a long time, Funeral March suddenly said hesitantly, "...Do you still want to fight the next duel? I will not admit defeat. There is another beautiful woman coming up from below you. What if I scare her again..."
In our questioning gaze, Yan Zhen looked calm. She looked coldly at the undead warrior on the stage, and her beautiful big eyes showed her contempt and disdain. She combed her long hair by her ears, nodded lightly with an expressionless face, reached out and took the huge bronze axe that was inserted diagonally behind her like a door panel, and slowly stepped onto the stage.
Soon, on the dome of the temple , a drop of melted ice water fell from the roof under the guidance of the gods and landed in the center of the ring, making a crisp echo. A second later, a rainbow rose from where the ice water dripped, marking the beginning of the final battle of this confrontation.
"Watch out, I'm coming..." After shouting, Funeral March immediately repeated his old trick, throwing out his pet cockroach Xiaoqiang, and then swooped down towards the geese formation with a sword in hand.
To his surprise, our elf tamer did not summon his combat pet as soon as the battle started like others did.
He didn't know that although each of the battle pets of the Goose Formation had outstanding abilities, their vitality was too weak, so they could not be used in one-on-one battles at all, and could only play a role in team adventures. In fact, the role that the Goose Formation could play in team battles far exceeded that of an ordinary tamer, and in a single duel, it could only play the role of half a tamer at most - this was probably a reflection of the "fairness" principle that the Supreme God adhered to when creating the world.
According to common sense, for an undead warrior whose life was already quite fragile, what he should worry about most is Yan Zhen's pet. In his calculations, Yan Zhen himself should be at a loss as to what to do with the cockroaches, but if she still has a powerful pet, it will still be difficult for her to win with her fragile vitality.
But now, the opponent did not summon his own fighting companion, which made Funeral March overjoyed. In his opinion, the long-haired elf tamer was probably frightened by the cockroaches in front of him and didn't know what to do. He immediately raised his long sword and chased his pet cockroaches towards the wild geese formation.
As a beast tamer, Yan Zhen did not use her battle pet. As a warrior who defeated enemies with close combat, Funeral March actually relied on her pet, which had no combat power, to lead the charge - this was truly a topsy-turvy duel.
Soon, Funeral March discovered how wrong its judgment was:
Just when he thought he had succeeded and was trying to get close to Yan Zhen and knock his opponent off the stage, suddenly, a surging brass axe shadow came down towards him.
The axe swept past, and blood splattered everywhere.
This unexpected and ferocious attack came so suddenly that Funeral March was stunned on the spot, forgetting even simple blocking and counterattacks. I guess he had never seen such a woman in his life. After seeing the cockroach, she did not scream in panic, but became more violent as if inspired.
The huge axe was wielded vigorously in Yan Zhen's hand, and the brass-colored axe shadow was like a blooming carnivorous flower, blooming layer by layer with blood plasma flying all over the sky. The unfortunate undead warrior was chopped to pieces, and his bones were splattered everywhere, which was a horrible sight.
Finally, the elf beast tamer showed his heroic spirit that should never appear in this race, and chopped down Funeral March's neck with a diagonal blow, breaking his ribs one by one. The poor undead warrior was hit so brutally that his health was exhausted, his head tilted to one side, and his limbs collapsed on the ground, announcing the end of the battle. Even so, Yan Zhen still refused to give in, and kicked him hard in the face, kicking him off the ring with a "thump".
After finishing the massacre cleanly, Yan Zhen put the axe back on her back, and her expression suddenly became gentle and lively. She gently brushed off the dust on her hands, then bent down, carefully held the cockroach in front of her feet in the palm of her left hand, and gently tapped its head with the index finger of her right hand.
"What a cute little cockroach..."
She said with a look of delight on her face.
