Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 29 - Ice Pellet Pearl

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Ice Pellet Pearl

Chapter 29 -29: Ice Pellet Pearl

Boom!

Though the knight squadron was small in number, at this moment, the seven men were united in heart, erupting with fierce momentum and unparalleled attack power.

The great Snow Demon swung its huge ice-carved wolf-tooth club, intending to withstand the knight squadron’s charge head-on.

But at this moment, Eric’s will was highly focused. As the Snow Demon swung its wolf-tooth club, he led the entire knight squadron’s Battle Qi resonance, forcibly enhancing his already surging Battle Qi and concentrating it on the edge of his sword.

Boom!

With one thrust of his sword, the Battle Qi sword beam pierced a distance of five or six meters, accurately stabbing into the Snow Demon’s neck.

Crack, as strong as the Snow Demon was, it could not withstand the hit, which surpassed that of a great Knight’s peak attack, and its neck was directly severed.

The head spun off, flying high and far away.

The body still stood upright, its wolf-tooth club coming down on its original path, striking Eric’s unabated sword with a clang.

Nevertheless, the strike was weak and flimsy, causing no trouble to Eric.

However, the ordinary Snow Ghosts following closely behind the great Snow Demon rushed forward, still causing some trouble for the knight squadron.

Particularly after Eric had drained the Battle Qi resonance they had pooled together, the actions of the knight squad slowed, leading to deformation and delay in their movements, which gave the ordinary Snow Ghosts an opportunity to take advantage, cutting down a warhorse on the spot.

With a thud, Charles, who was momentarily inattentive, tumbled down with the warhorse.

Two Snow Ghosts bared their fanged mouths, brandishing ice-carved battle sabers to chop at Charles’s limbs from front and back. Just as they were about to strike, a silver-gray longsword sliced through the air, powerfully parrying both ice-carved battle sabers aside.

It was Russell, who had acted just in time to save Charles.

“Thank you, sir!” Charles broke out in a cold sweat.

“Keep up!” Russell’s face was expressionless, his thoughts still immersed in the shock of Eric’s sword beheading the great Snow Demon a moment ago.

A sword beam that combined strength and beauty, the unstoppable Battle Qi, had a primitive impact that made one’s blood surge with excitement.

“Got you!” Knight Attendant John bent down and reached out his hand.

Charles quickly extended his hand, grabbing John’s, and with a leverage, he flipped onto John’s warhorse, following the knight squadron to break out from the Snow Ghosts’ encirclement.

Once they were out of the encirclement, Charles quickly jumped off the warhorse.

Eric reformed the squad. Seven knights now became six, but the charging formation did not change. After catching their breath, they charged again towards the roaring Snow Ghosts.

The headless corpse of the decapitated great Snow Demon didn’t fall, but just stood there in a daze, claws flailing, swinging its ice-carved wolf-tooth club at the air.

“Charge!”

Russell pulled his thoughts back from the shock and followed Eric to break through the Snow Ghost swarm once again, the Battle Qi in his channels boiling hot, but diminishing with each moment.

“Can you still fight, sir?” Eric looked back, asking during the respite the squad had.

Russell gritted his teeth, “I can still fight!”

Hearing this, Eric raised his Knight’s sword high and roared again, “Charge!”

On the other side, Chris the Phantom Beast Knight, riding a Nightmare Specter Horse, smiled as he admired the knight squadron’s fight. He merely skirted the edge of the battlefield, not intervening in the knight squadron’s attack.

However, seeing the headless corpse of the great Snow Demon still flailing, he quietly approached it on his Nightmare Specter Horse.

Clang!

He drew the sword at his side, and almost faster than the eye could follow, he unleashed two crescent moon-shaped sword beams that severed the great Snow Demon’s arms.

The sword rotated once more, and another two crescent moon-shaped sword beams flew out, cutting off the great Snow Demon’s legs.

With a clatter, the Snow Demon’s torso fell to the ground, but its arms and legs still twitched, and its head, now embedded in the mud at a distance, continued to silently open and close its mouth, still trying to make sounds despite the lack of vocal cords.

“Alas, to die once and then again… This damned Snow Demon, torturing a person to such a state.” Sighing softly, Chris stroked the neck of the Nightmare Specter Horse.

Minds in harmony.

The Nightmare Specter Horse immediately raised its front hooves high and then stomped down heavily, directly crushing the head of the great Snow Ghost.

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In an instant, the torso, arms, and legs of the great Snow Ghost seemed to lose all strength and became thoroughly quiet.

Then,

As if time, once frozen, began to move again, the flesh of the great Snow Ghost’s head and its limbs visibly rotted away at a rate visible to the naked eye, until it turned into a pile of stinking powder.

Waving away the stench in front of his nose, Chris extended his sword and fished out a snow-white bead the size of a marble from a mud puddle.

Battle Qi clung to the tip of the sword, sticking to the Ice Pellet Pearl as if it were viscous, and he briefly rinsed it in another puddle.

Only then did he retract it into his hand.

“Not bad, the luster is very good, it is a top-grade Ice Pellet Pearl.” Chris pinched the pearl between his fingers, remarking casually, “You must have been a Great Knight in life, otherwise you couldn’t have condensed such a fine Ice Pellet Pearl.”

A quarter of an hour later, the hunt was over.

Without leveraging the power of Chris, the Phantom Beast Knight, just Russell and Eric alone, in concert, managed to perfectly resolve the Snow Ghost invasion.

One after another, headless corpse was handled by four Knight Attendants who forcefully crushed its head.

Only by shattering the head could they disperse the encapsulating ice power, letting the Snow Ghost, transformed from corpses, return to the silence of death.

What remained were only tiny Ice Pellet Pearls.

“Eleven Ice Pellet Pearls, all reclaimed, Sir.” Charles came bouncing up, bearing a handful of snow-white pearls to present to Russell, and muttered softly, “As for the great Snow Ghost’s Ice Pellet Pearl, eh, it’s not here.”

“Mhmm.” Russell waved his hand, not taking the pearls.

All he wanted now was to catch his breath properly, for his first battle experience, his initial hunt for Snow Ghosts; everything came so suddenly, yet so exhilaratingly.

At this moment, not a drop of Battle Qi remained in his body.

Sweat soaked through his entire body, and inside the lining of his dark gold ceramic armor was a steaming mist of perspiration, more refreshing than a sauna bath.

“Your performance was brilliant, Mr. Russell.” Chris walked over and casually tossed the top-grade Ice Pellet Pearl to Charles, “One great Snow Ghost, eleven Snow Ghosts, that’s quite a glorious victory.”

Eric stood by, breathing heavily without a word, battle was his forte, but not the post-fight praise.

Russell, while catching his breath, laughed and said, “Without Your Excellency to cover our flanks, we would not have dared to charge with all our might… Speaking of which, Mr. Charles, return the great Snow Ghost’s Ice Pellet Pearl, it’s the rightful spoils of war for Knight Commander Chris.”

“No need, I did not exert the slightest effort; it is your spoils of war, not mine.” Chris firmly refused to accept it.

Russell did not insist.

Once he had caught his breath, he laughed heartily, “Come, Sir Chris, gentlemen, follow me back to the manor’s annex for a midday feast.”

He sheathed his Green Ceramic Sword back into its scabbard and declared loudly, “Today, we drink from noon till night, we shall not cease until we’re drunk!”

“Praise Russell, praise the Sir!” Charles, who had lost his warhorse and mostly slacked off afterwards, cheered enthusiastically.

Gathering themselves, everyone prepared to return.

Suddenly, Russell pulled the reins of his warhorse, looking back at the battlefield, where only traces of the Snow Ghosts’ stench remained, becoming less offensive as the wind blew it away gradually.

In a few days, perhaps even the powder would have merged with the soil.

“Mr. Charles, on our way back, arrange for someone to erect a stone monument here… Not to commemorate our battle, but to honor the return of the twelve humans.”

Charles was momentarily stunned, then solemnly responded, “Yes, Sir.”