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Chapter 88 - 88 81 Lick your Lian!

88: Chapter 81 Lick your Lian!

88: Chapter 81 Lick your Lian!

After relentless harassment and siege, the Black Knight, who had always relied on charging and trampling to win quickly, finally ran into trouble.

It couldn’t run anymore; it had to shake off the little things clinging onto its body as quickly as possible.

People were continually being thrown off and then climbing back on — it was destined to be a war of attrition.

And the hardest hit among them was Lind.

The others simply didn’t have the power to resist the Black Knight directly, and Lind himself could only fight by sustaining injuries, getting knocked over, and then standing to fight again.

If it weren’t for the teamwork of the five, if it weren’t for Renzo’s blood flames increasingly taking control, Lind probably could’ve been declared officially on his way to greet the ‘Grim Reaper’ Za Za after just a few clashes.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning hair, fresh blood, and scorched earth mixed together.

Rolling black smoke once again shrouded the ground.

The ground was marked with dried bloodstains and deep pits, mottled to the point where there was nowhere to step.

Reed and Leo lay on the ground, breathing — not dead, but seriously injured.

Mico had always stayed outside the range of attack, only using magic time after time to help Lind stand back up, and even now, her face was deathly pale.

“You owe me for this!” She felt for a vial of energy potion — even her devotion to Yuni couldn’t allow her to absorb Magic Potion quickly in such a short time.

To ensure there were no mistakes, she had to drink double the amount to achieve a slight recovery.

Compared to the revolting taste of the Magic Potion, Mico was more heartbroken over the loss of her Magic Potion.

That was all money!

Renzo’s black robe had been torn to shreds by the battle, revealing his body, emaciated to the point where every bone was visible.

He curled up like a pitiable bug, with little bony protrusions popping out from one’s spine.

The only one still standing was Lind.

But he had a huge wound on his chest; the laceration was about to burst with blood but was quickly cauterized shut by the searing Explosive Flame before it could bleed.

Thanks to the control of power by the ring, he didn’t blow his own stomach to bits with the blast.

Accross from him, the Black Knight was still moving, but saying it was still alive was incorrect, because the half of the human body on its back was already dead, hanging limply.

He had been killed by a slashed throat, Leo’s handiwork.

It was that very strike that had turned the tide of the battle.

“Leo, that strike of yours just now is worth me hiring two bards to sing your praises all day long!” Lind shouted loudly.

Lying motionless on the ground, Leo’s voice was hoarse, “My lord, can you find female bards to sing?”

“You better be asking for bards!”

“Hahahaha!”

Those lying on the ground were all trying their best to squeeze out a bit of strength to laugh.

Only Miss Miko pouted, but then her gaze returned to Lind.

Now, only Lind had the strength to act.

Could they win or would they all be annihilated?

And she had not expected this group to excel at finding joy amidst hardship.

Leaning on the Broken Sword, Lind looked at the Black Knight, which was turning chaotically like a headless chicken.

He hadn’t expected that their life systems were separate — the lower half could still move without the upper half.

And it moved even more viciously.

A vicious crazy enemy wasn’t scary, but a calculating enemy was more troublesome.

So, when dealing with the frenzied Black Knight, Lind chose to attack, using the propulsion provided by the Explosive Flame to move rapidly.

Just like a headless fly, the Black Knight spun wildly, no longer using tricks to block his movement, but attacking in a more strenuous and vicious manner.

Had its upper half still been alive, it would have used various ways to pursue, but now it seemed to only know to lunge for a bite and continue lunging if it missed.

The heavy body made a lunging motion, with a very wide range, leaving Lind plenty of opportunity to attack.

He struck once, dodged, and then struck again.

The chainmail on his body had already shattered.

The circular pattern on his chest flickered intermittently, until finally, it went out completely.

The Broken Sword in Lind’s hand no longer flickered with fire, but at the last moment, he managed to sever one of the creature’s legs.

What followed was a contest of willpower against madness, with survival as the winning condition.

“Thud!”

The Black Knight, whose upper half of the body on its back had been turned into a mangled mess, finally collapsed to the ground.

With both legs crippled and covered in wounds, only its gaping maw remained open, roaring at Lind.

Lind held the Broken Sword over his head with both hands.

This time there was no fire accompanying him, no power enhancing his every move, and even just lifting the broken sword above his head had exhausted all his strength.

The downward chopping motion was more like he was being pulled by gravity.

“It looks like I’ve won!”

Bang!

The broken sword crashed down on the lower half of the black knight’s beastly form with insufficient strength to kill.

He lifted it up and smashed down again.

And again!

And again!

Until the other party went completely silent.

Lind leaned against the corpse that was as massive and stinky as an elephant, reveling in another victory, another narrow escape from death.

The sense of imminent peril that the undead had hastily left behind was finally awakened with this life-and-death struggle, like a poet finding back his muse, allowing the various confusions accumulating in his heart to finally find release.

It was a pity he didn’t understand poetry, neither in his past life nor in this one; those ornate things were never really in his fate.

Neither Lind, Reed, nor Leo felt the heat surging from their bodies anymore; the cold wind blew, but they didn’t feel cold.

The thrilling victory made them burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Meeting a formidable opponent, defeating a formidable opponent, then enjoying the glory —

That’s what they were doing right now, savoring the moment.

The first to recover was Miss Miko.

She drew a small dagger and approached the black knight.

After reciting a few spells, the dagger was immediately cloaked in a moon-like glow, turning its thin blade crystal clear and beautiful.

“There must be some, definitely, we are going to be rich!” Miss Miko was full of expectation.

However, when her gaze collided with Lind’s, she turned into an irritated rabbit and yelled, “What’s with that look!”

Lind didn’t say a word; he was too out of energy, but his gaze did the talking for him.

“You think I deliberately held back and didn’t help you, right?

Your sword is so big!”

But Lind just looked at her with a doubtful gaze.

The two had no master-servant relationship; indeed, Lind could not demand Miss Miko to risk her life for him, and he did believe what she said.

If they had lost this battle, it would have been a dead end for her too.

So, the moment she was tempted by the “Superior Calamity Heart” and became embroiled in the battle, she was already tied to this warship.

If anything, it was Miss Miko who had more reason to be angry.

But what did that have to do with Lind continuing to play with the ‘rabbit’ with his gaze?

They had just gone through a life-and-death battle, after all.

Post-battle entertainment was also very important.

Miss Miko was in a hurry and covered Lind’s eyes with her hand: “Stop looking at me like that!”

Indeed, she had held back a little, it was her survival instinct.

But when she met Lind’s gaze, she couldn’t hold it together any longer.

There was no anger or resentment for not pulling her weight, but rather a “gotcha” look.

Miss Miko didn’t know if Yuni possessed the Mind Reading Technique, but in that moment under Lind’s gaze, she felt something was off.

Miss Miko, feeling relieved after covering Lind’s eyes, said, “Don’t look at me like that anymore, got it!”

Lind had no reaction.

“I forgot, you can’t move anymore!” Miss Miko hummed, moving her hand down to Lind’s mouth, exposing his eyes again, “Hey, look at me, look at me, and I’ll…”

“Ah!” She suddenly screamed, jolting as if bitten by a snake.

“Are you a dog!” Miss Miko looked at her wet palm.

He had actually licked her.

She shook her hand in disgust: “Go lick your Lian!”

Lind grinned silently, but it seemed like Miss Miko heard hallucinations of Lind’s past laughter bubbling up beside her ear, swirling around and around…