My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 170 - 144: Sneak Attack on Redstone Town! All Enemies Slain

Fang Zhen's expression turned grim at the sight.

Montagu wasn't dead yet!

He had pierced Montagu's brain and run him through the heart, but somehow, Montagu was still alive.

The blood was constantly supplying power, repairing Montagu's body.

'I wonder if he'll even have his original memories after his brain, which I just ran through with a spear, gets repaired.'

Fang Zhen had no desire to study the matter.

He drew the Nepalese Curved Saber from his waist.

The saber didn't add much weight, and he didn't want to be completely unarmed, so he'd kept it slung at his side.

"Power Mountain!"

Fang Zhen executed the Power Mountain Seal. A white light flashed on the curved saber, and with a swift motion, he brought the blade down on Montagu's neck.

There was no suspense. The saber fell, severing Montagu's head, which rolled a short distance before getting wedged against a nearby rock.

Fang Zhen took a deep breath.

'The body of a Fallen Knight is just too bizarre. If I hadn't beheaded him, who knows if Montagu would have revived.'

'It's better to leave no loose ends.'

After Montagu was decapitated, something strange happened.

Montagu's powerful body rapidly shriveled in an extremely short time, losing its moisture—or rather, its blood.

In just a few seconds, Montagu's physique went from that of a brawny warrior to a dessicated corpse.

The blood within his body vanished without a trace. The frame still inside the armor had clearly lost all its moisture, becoming as shrunken and wrinkled as an unwrapped mummy.

Fang Zhen narrowed his eyes.

'Just as I thought. A Fallen Knight.'

Montagu had sacrificed not only his blood but also his skin, and all of it had vanished upon his death.

And this scene confirmed for Fang Zhen that Montagu was well and truly dead.

After killing Montagu, Fang Zhen felt a great sense of relief.

He walked a few steps away, sat cross-legged on the ground, and placed his spear beside him. He formed a triangle with his hands, and a milky-white light immediately began to glow between them.

He was using a guidance technique to recover his stamina.

The guidance technique was very effective for restoring his Spirit, and it also recovered a good deal of his stamina. Fang Zhen sat like this for five or six minutes until he felt his Spirit and physical energy return to their peak, then he stopped.

He picked up his spear and stood up.

With the battle over, Fang Zhen began to reflect on and summarize the experience.

A real battle had given him an accurate assessment of his own combat strength.

If he were on a battlefield, his skills might not be enough for a full-scale slaughter. But in a one-on-one duel against a powerful opponent like the Fallen Knight Montagu, he had a seventy to eighty percent chance of winning even without using his cursed seals.

This high probability of success stemmed mainly from his deepening understanding of martial techniques. His ingrained fundamentals were also incredibly important, serving as the cornerstone for the continued development of his spear arts.

Furthermore, the cursed seals could produce unexpected effects in combat, adding more potential variations on top of his spear arts and other martial skills.

Used well, they could even turn the tables, transforming losing moves in his spearplay into killing blows.

Beyond that, for fighting multiple enemies, methods like using a drone to spray gasoline also provided significant killing power.

He had tested the drone, and it worked in this world as well.

In fact, drones used many types of communication methods. Besides the commonly used GPS, there were also relay stations, military-grade independent optical channels, and drone swarm self-navigation methods.

One of these was radio communication.

Controlling a drone via radio was affected by environmental factors like terrain and air humidity, but its advantage was that it could be used anywhere.

In an environment similar to Blue Star, radio communication was almost universally usable.

After this experience, Fang Zhen had made great strides, both in dueling powerful opponents and in his use of technology.

In every sense, Montagu was a powerhouse. In this Nameless World, he was practically a bug-like existence.

His strength, speed, stamina, height, combat skills, formidable regenerative ability, and bizarre blood powers all marked him as an exceptionally rare kind of expert.

And Fang Zhen had killed such a formidable man in a one-on-one duel without even needing to fully use his cursed seals.

This gave Fang Zhen a new, higher level of confidence in his own strength.

Having reflected enough, Fang Zhen moved on to his next action.

He checked Montagu's belongings.

After a thorough search, Fang Zhen shook his head slightly.

Aside from his armor and battle sword, Montagu had nothing else on him.

'I thought I'd find some Extraordinary Items, but there's nothing.'

Fang Zhen found it a bit surprising. 'Montagu didn't seem like someone short on cash.'

Finally, he looked at Montagu's shriveled body, lost in thought.

'Maybe it's because he was a Fallen Knight? Could that be why Montagu couldn't use other Extraordinary Items?'

'That's a possibility.'

Seeing that there was nothing of value to be found on Montagu's body, Fang Zhen picked up his spear.

Fang Zhen planned to collect Montagu's armor and battle sword as spoils of war.

He wouldn't have to carry them himself; people from Redstone Town would naturally come to help.

But there was one thing he had to take with him.

After a moment's thought, he picked up Montagu's head.

He had no interest in the thing—it was hideously ugly—but the townspeople of Redstone Town had been terrified by Montagu. Now that he had won, he needed to bring back some kind of proof to boost morale.

The thing was awkward to handle. Carrying it felt a bit dirty, and holding it in his arms wasn't right either.

After some thought, Fang Zhen put Montagu's head back inside the helmet. Then, he hooked the tip of his spear under the helmet's metal chin strap, which was a passable way of carrying it.

He left without looking back.

Fang Zhen made his way back, first stopping at another weapon cache to retrieve his compound bow and quiver, then returning to where he had shot Montagu's warhorse.

He had intended to leave directly, but on a whim, he went to inspect Montagu's warhorse, which lay dead on the ground.

As it turned out, he actually found a few things on the horse.

Around the warhorse's neck, Fang Zhen found a red stone pendant hanging from a metal chain.

The red stone didn't look like a gemstone, but rather something peculiar. It was a deep, blood-red color, like solidified blood that hadn't discolored, and it had an irregular shape.

It seemed this blood-red stone wasn't an ornament, but some kind of Extraordinary Item.

'Montagu's ability to leap out of the horse trap might have been related to this thing.'

Although he didn't recognize it, Fang Zhen pocketed the stone.

He searched a bit more and found a black leather pouch underneath the side of the warhorse's corpse.

The pouch was black, with a napped texture that felt something like a rain-proof felt hat. When he opened it, Fang Zhen's eyes lit up.

It was a bag of gems.

An entire bag of gems.

The bag contained gem ornaments of all colors—red, green, pink, and purple. Fang Zhen counted them carefully: there were fifteen pieces in total. The largest was the size of a thumb, while the smallest was like a pinky fingernail.

'Who would have thought a brawny guy like Montagu would be so fond of gems.'

'But on second thought, it makes sense.'

This bag of gems was probably Montagu's loot.

Gems were likely quite valuable in this era. He wouldn't have trusted them with his subordinates, as it would be too easy for them to be hidden or embezzled. It was normal for Montagu to carry them himself.

Fang Zhen didn't stand on ceremony and tucked the bag of gems away.

'After I get back, I'll see if I can get the paperwork sorted out and then auction the gems through official channels.'

'They should be worth a million or two, at least, right?'

He checked the warhorse again, but there was nothing else.

Fang Zhen stood up.

Looking at the magnificent warhorse lying on the ground, he felt it was a bit of a pity.

Having spent a long time in this world, he was gradually starting to feel that riding a horse was more convenient than an off-road motorcycle.

For one, the motorcycle was too conspicuous. For another, being on horseback freed up his hands, allowing for many more offensive options, whether fighting with a spear or practicing mounted archery.

But getting a warhorse was also a bit troublesome.

A warhorse wasn't a motorcycle; it was a living creature. Bringing it back to the real world would be awkward. You couldn't exactly keep it in your living room.

Moreover, a warhorse tired easily and could get spooked, so its handling was inferior to a motorcycle's.

'If only I could combine the best of both,' he thought.

Fang Zhen made a mental note of the idea. 'If I enter a new world instance later, I'll look for one where I can get a mount that meets these needs.'

Looking at the black steed on the ground, he no longer felt it was such a great loss.

'After all, it's just a warhorse from the Nameless World. It definitely wouldn't be strong enough.'

After collecting the loot, he temporarily left the cumbersome equipment there, marking the spot for the Redstone Town militia to retrieve it. Then, carrying only his spear, compound bow, and crossbow, he walked quickly toward where he had left his motorcycle.

Soon, the roar of a motorcycle echoed through the forest.

Fang Zhen rode his Jue Ying motorcycle toward Redstone Town.

After riding the Jue Ying for seven or eight minutes, Fang Zhen emerged from the Dark Forest and arrived on the hillside south of Redstone Town.

Suddenly, Fang Zhen's expression changed slightly.

From the hillside, he could see many torches to the north of Redstone Town. Numerous townspeople were running about, and even from so far away, he could hear shouting, cries of battle, and curses.

To the north of Redstone Town, a fire had started. It wasn't raging too fiercely, but it still cast a crimson glow over the northern part of the town.

Fang Zhen frowned.

After deciding to intercept Montagu's army alone, he had told Ande and the others to wait in Redstone Town, pack their valuables, and arm the townspeople. If things went south, they were to retreat and avoid a direct confrontation.

But from the looks of it now, had Redstone Town been attacked?

'While I was fighting on the front line, someone was launching a sneak attack on my home base?'

Fang Zhen let out a cold snort.

'This is intolerable.'

However, he wasn't too worried.

Although the people of Redstone Town were armed and their morale was high, they were still just civilians who had recently taken up arms. This kind of militia couldn't become a seasoned army without fighting a few real battles.

In other words, while the spirit of the Redstone Town militia was commendable, their actual strength was very weak.

And now, it seemed that whoever the sneak attackers were, they clearly hadn't even managed to breach the town's north entrance. Their strength was nothing special.

'Someone that weak? I can wipe them out all by myself.'

Fang Zhen felt this was a reasonable assessment of their strength. After all, he had just annihilated Montagu's elite forces, so such an evaluation wasn't an exaggeration.

He twisted the throttle, and the Jue Ying motorcycle sped down the hillside.

Fang Zhen rode the motorcycle down the hill and burst into the town from the south side.

He accelerated, quickly cutting through the town to the chaotic north entrance, which was teeming with people.

Amidst the chaotic crowd, Fang Zhen saw Ande.

Ande was holding a torch, standing right at the north entrance and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Defend! Defend! Don't leave the town!"

"You with the crossbow arrows, don't point them at our own people! If you miss, you'll kill someone!"

"Where are the enemies? Do you see them?"

Fang Zhen revved the motorcycle's engine, making it roar louder.

Instantly, the gazes of at least two-thirds of the people present turned to look at Fang Zhen.

Ande's face lit up with joy when he saw him.

"My lord! You're back!"

"What about Viscount Montagu? Did you see him and his army?"

Fang Zhen remained expressionless. With a flick of his spear, he tossed Montagu's helmet onto the ground.

The helmet tumbled, and Montagu's ugly, bio-weapon-like head rolled out.

"Montagu and his army have all been slain," Fang Zhen said.