bestfiction Chapter 254 I Want to Be Scales
Chapter 254 I Want to Be Scales
Matt's machete slammed into the rock on the ground.
The strongest merman leaped forward, shoving aside his own kind. Upon landing, he was even faster than Matt, smashing his bone staff down on Matt's head.
His eyes shifted through several emotions in an instant, from anger to ruthlessness, then to surprise, and finally to resentment.
The instant Matt lowered his head, a chilling spearhead appeared in his field of vision, and the two collided heavily.
Matt lowered his body as he thought, "Great opportunity!" He prepared to unleash his Whirlwind Slash, but a quick glance out of the corner of his eye revealed that the enemy was nowhere to be seen.
The merman leader embraced his people with one hand, abandoned his weapon with the other, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the corpse puppet horses stood up and ran madly toward him.
Using the powerful impact of the collision, he moved far away from the battlefield, plopped down on the horse puppet, and immediately rode away. The other merfolk scattered like birds and beasts, running for their lives.
The fall of the two merfolk threw them into a panic. The merfolk leader knew very well that he could not possibly fight a protracted war with humans. This was human territory, and there were humans everywhere who were stronger than him. If he called for reinforcements, they would all be doomed.
If one attack fails, they flee a thousand miles away.
run!
His people roared incessantly, seemingly questioning his cowardly behavior.
Akame fired an arrow, and just as she pulled out the second one, her opponent was already out of range.
This is a corpse puppet.
The speed of the corpse puppet has nothing to do with its horse or human shape; it depends entirely on the strength of the materials and the spiritual power infused into it.
Why insist on the horse's original running posture?
Now, the horse puppet, its four hooves swaying like wheels of fire, staggered through the forest, managing to bring up all the remaining tribesmen. The crowd was as dense as Chen Dahai's wheelchair, and it sped away in a flash.
Matt spat, pulled a long, cylindrical bamboo item from his waist, and with a pull of the rope, the short, thick "bamboo stick" flew into the air with a "whoosh," blooming into a horizontal pattern.
"This is a signal arrow, to indicate the enemy's direction to our comrades," Matt explained. Seeing that Zhong Ming was still somewhat dazed, he added, "We don't have the capability for full-range sound transmission yet, so let's use the signal arrow for now."
Zhong Ming raised his head and forcefully held his breath back.
Ouch! I moved too much just now and it aggravated my wound. I almost couldn't catch my breath and nearly suffocated.
He paused for a moment, feeling his left hand being pulled and moved, before letting out a long breath and saying, "It's nothing, Matt, I just felt the sun was a bit too bright, and I was thinking... Oh, Akame."
Zhong Ming was in so much pain just now that all his muscles were tense, and he completely forgot that he was still holding the Red Eyes' feathered arrow in his hand. This time, he let go.
Chi Tong took the long arrow, paused slightly, and saw that the fletching of the arrow in her hand had been crushed beyond recognition by Zhong Ming. She stroked it tenderly, trying to restore it.
Zhong Ming turned around embarrassedly, only to be startled by Chi Tong.
Am I seeing things? Why do I see... a hint of resentment in Akame's eyes?
In the blink of an eye, Akame returned to her original form. She said to Matt, "My eyes are strained; I need to rest for a bit." Then she walked to the side, her delicate hands still stroking her feathers...
Zhong Ming wiped his face, removing some of the blood, some of his own and some of the merman's.
“Let’s go, there probably won’t be any survivors here.” Matt looked in the direction the enemy had gone with great interest. “They even had branches and leaves hanging on their backs, that’s really something only we mortal soldiers would do.”
"Wait a moment."
Zhong Ming collected the two corpses and searched around again, gathering the bone spears and arrows as well. Since he joined Chen Dahai, helping to collect the crossbow bolts after each battle had become a habit.
Yue Kaishan stood beside Zhong Ming, looking annoyed. While helping to pull the arrow out of the tree trunk, he said, "Brother Cuihong, maybe... maybe I should just go back."
"What's wrong? You also feel like you're about to break through?"
"No, I feel really useless."
Having lost his mechanical arm, Yue Kaishan was naturally unable to cultivate, and his combat power was greatly reduced. Now, standing here, he looked like a useless piece of trash, even having difficulty resisting the enemy's attack, let alone counterattacking.
"No way, you did a great job. We'll finish the mission soon and then give you a brand new mechanical arm as a reward."
Zhong Ming acted nonchalantly and casually said something.
"Think about it, although we were badly injured this time, we made a lot of contributions. Think about it carefully, when you first got the mechanical arm, could you have imagined that we had already killed more than twenty merfolk and held the city wall for a long time?"
Zhong Ming grinned, like a carefree guy daydreaming, "Hey, you're talking about a brand new robotic arm, how about adding some new technology? How about putting in a storage stone? And adding a defensive spell, then you'll be a mobile array."
Zhong Ming's words seemed to lessen Yue Kaishan's grief somewhat. He lowered his head and pondered, really starting to consider what additional devices to pair with it and how cost-effective they would be.
Matt watched from the side, shaking his head. It was just a case of drinking poison to quench thirst.
As long as Yue Kaishan's arm doesn't heal, he'll soon become depressed again. Cuihong is really not good at comforting people.
Moreover, objectively speaking, letting Yue Kaishan go back to stay is indeed the best option.
"Are you ready? We should go."
"Right away." Zhong Ming put the last bone arrow into his storage bag, then scurried over to the others.
"Comrades, I have a favor to ask of you."
"Hmm? You, Captain Cuihong, also have something to ask of us?" the second captain said quietly. Ever since he joined the first team and lost his real power as captain, he had always acted this way.
"Hey, just tell us. Whether we can do it or not is another matter. Tell us and we'll all help you figure it out." Matt never makes definitive statements.
"Ahem, well then, I'll tell you." Zhong Ming took out a corpse. "Could you get me some good scales from your spoils?"
He violently plucked out a scale, large and round, the best one on the corpse.
“I plan to use this to make a suit of armor. Look, their scales are so hard. If we engrave them with the runes of their strange magic, wouldn't we be able to have that kind of defense?”
The group was initially shocked by Zhong Ming's idea, but quickly came to terms with it.
This doesn't treat merfolk as human beings, but as demonic beasts. Wearing demonic beast skins is not a common occurrence for them.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for you. If you had told me sooner, I could have given you a dozen or so right now."
Matt cracked his neck, his fighting spirit palpable. "Then let's go, let's make you some armor!"