NOVEL WEB Chapter 947, Fortress Infantry
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Behind the woman, a large group of figures sprang forward.
These were also humans, but taller and more robust, clad in engraved metal armor instead of the brown tattered leather armor, wielding longswords.
They were imposing and fiercely intimidating.
In contrast to the down-and-out resistance, the difference in equipment and demeanor was stark.
[Fortress Infantry (Tier 8 Troops)]
Tier 8 troops.
There was actually no need for recognition; one glance revealed the disparity between the resistance and the guards.
The guards belong to the orthodoxy, while the resistance is more like a ragtag band.
The pursuers who burst out of the woods hesitated in their steps.
Upon seeing Fang Hao's attire, a renewed intent to kill flashed in their eyes.
Instantly splitting into two groups, one part charged at the woman, while the other headed straight for Fang Hao.
Without a word, they commenced the attack upon sighting each other.
Three fortress infantry formed a '品'-shaped formation and rapidly approached.
The lead soldier raised his longsword and sliced diagonally towards his head, while the other two simultaneously thrust at his chest and ribs.
They even know how to coordinate...
Fang Hao's gaze sharpened.
His figure instantly ducked to dodge the overhead strike, and the Thunderhawk Blade in his hand swept out fiercely.
Whoosh~sizzle!
The blade, flashing with Thunderbolt, unleashed a slender silver-white Moon Blade, simultaneously slashing through the three assailants.
Metal armors shattered, and in the next second, all three were bisected at the waist.
Their severed bodies and the blood raining down from the sky, the pungent smell of blood assailed the senses instantly.
[Killed Fortress Infantry, earning 8 points.]
[Killed Fortress Infantry, earning 8 points.]
[Killed Fortress Infantry...]
There are points too?
As the three fell, the sound of the system's prompt rang in his ears.
This was just like the previous mission, featuring a scoring system.
Meaning the post-mission rewards are also linked with the points, very likely again involving the exchange of items for points.
Elsewhere, the female transmigrator with a one-handed sword was being forced into a continuous retreat.
She lacked Fang Hao's attributes, and her combat sense was not particularly strong.
The sword in her hand clumsily parried while she persistently retreated.
This is how transmigrators are.
Even after taking various elixirs, they cannot compare with soldiers who have trained and fought for years, especially a young girl.
Fang Hao glanced at her, the only ally he had encountered so far.
Lowering his stance, he quickly approached.
The Giant Sword in his hand struck repeatedly, and two 'Fortress Infantry' soldiers fell to the ground.
The remaining one showed fear in his eyes, and realizing he was also outmatched, he turned and fled in the direction from which he had come.
But he had only run a few steps before a Thunderbolt spear pierced through him.
Looking at the large hole that had opened up in his chest, murmuring something about divine punishment, he slowly collapsed.
Breathless and dead.
More points were added to the tally.
A short distance away, the pretty young girl looked disheveled, her helmet askew, sitting on the ground, gasping for air.
However, the sound of her panting, combined with the sweat dripping from under her helmet,
Gave an overall impression that was somewhat indecent.
While catching her breath, she widened her eyes and stared at him.
Are all the enemies dead just like that?
So fierce!
The pretty young girl took another look at the Book of Lords on his waist.
Her astonishment deepened.
A transmigrator could possess such combat power?
Hardly inferior to high-level heroes, right?
"Th-thank you, sir," the girl hurriedly expressed her gratitude.
It seems her language was Korean, but the translation communication wasn't an issue.
Fang Hao nodded, "No problem, we're on the same side."
The girl hesitated for a moment before asking, "My name is Kim Zhi He, how should I address you, sir?"
Kim? Could she be from a distinguished family?
He sized her up. In fact, she was quite beautiful, but her eyes revealed a carefulness and hesitance.
"Fu Lei!"
"Oh, Mr. Fu Lei, I really am very grateful," Kim Zhi He bowed again.
She seemed like an earnest girl.
Except for her heavy panting just now.
"Uh, one thanks is enough, no need to keep thanking," Fu Lei said, walking over to the bodies on the ground to start searching.
Kim Zhi He followed him, hesitating again, and with an apprehensive manner as if fearing refusal, she asked, "Mr. Fu Lei, may I follow you? I'm actually quite capable and can help with some things."
This instance is a factional campaign.
On his own, he would find it difficult to make an impact, especially for a girl with low combat power like her.
Fu Lei glanced at the weapons and equipment on the bodies in front of him.
A blue one-handed sword, a blue set of armor, with no other items on them.
Looking at her, he asked, "Why didn't you choose the guard faction? It should be easier over there."
"I just picked randomly, isn't it all the same?" she replied.
Fu Lei looked at her intently, speaking the truth.
The implication was that she had chosen without thinking, just randomly selecting one!
"Didn't you read the analysis in the channel? The guard faction can defend the city, which should be simpler," Fu Lei inquired.
"Uh, I did read it, but didn't see anyone analyzing it. Actually, I don't often look at the channel," Kim Zhi He admitted quietly, almost as if she was being reprimanded.
A bit too honest, perhaps.
He could see she was not lying; the young girl in front of him was telling the truth.
Even not frequently checking the channel was the truth.
Entering the mission without watching what others say, it's impressive she's survived this long.
"Alright, let's stick together, it will be easier with more people," Fu Lei agreed to her request to follow him.
Being a factional confrontation, having more people was indeed an advantage.
Moreover, after death, transmigrators can enter spectator mode, meaning he couldn't use overly powerful abilities.