Chương 262: Silver-Armored Corpse

Sword Forging Villa, The Sword Tomb. With graceful and elegant movement techniques, Song Que dodged the splattered magma on the ground. Conveniently knocking away a few blind fools, he began a round of 'house raiding' to clear out the goods. Weapons were planted everywhere along the paths here, visible wherever one looked. However, it was certain that the deeper one went, the better the quality would be. After all, the magma lake was at the bottom.

Without extraordinary cultivation, one couldn't even endure getting close. Those who dared to carve out cave dwellings down there to forge weapons were undoubtedly martial artists with profound cultivation. Profound martial arts = Old age = Rich experience = Forged weapons of higher quality. This logical deduction couldn't possibly be wrong! At least, Grandee Song firmly believed it.

There were quite a few others who shared his thoughts; all of them ignored the scrap metal and broken copper on the upper terraces, eyeing the treasures below to scavenge. Relying on his superior Qinggong, Song Que quickly completed a sweeping scan of the area. Finding a few cave dwellings with the largest entrances, he dove headfirst into one of them. The layouts inside were mostly identical—exceedingly simple and crude.

Aside from stone tables and chairs, there were only anvils, furnaces, large hammers, and a few weapons. With his sharp senses, Song Que also recognized that the weapons planted in front of these cave dwellings were a full grade higher in quality than the goods tossed casually outside on the streets. With that in mind, who had the time to care about the scrap metal along the way? He hurriedly moved his hands and feet to harvest the items inside the room. Saber... stored! Sword... stored! Spear... stored! Hammer...

stored! Anvil... this was too big, no storing. Having swept a room completely clean, he quickly ran to the next location. By this time, others had also arrived belatedly, and competition instantly broke out. Just as Grandee Song was engrossed in scavenging, a 'wild mob' appeared out of nowhere, blocking his doorway and shouting loudly:"Brat, put the items down, otherwise..." Boom! He had no time to listen to these NPCs babbling! Everyone here was an evildoer of the Demonic Cult anyway.

Furthermore, the Blood Robe had just said earlier to kill as many people as possible, so he didn't need to hold back or hesitate. If he saw someone, smashing them was the right move! With a large hammer conveniently in hand, Grandee Song gave the wild mob a single blow that shattered his head. Reaching out with a large hand, he completely absorbed the blood essence on the corpse before quickly tossing his harvested goods into his spatial inventory.

He only stuck a few rather shoddy sabers and swords into his waistband to deceive everyone, then continued charging toward the next room.

"Heh, die!" Boom! Loud shout, smash to death, absorb blood essence. Store, store, store... Grandee Song worked tirelessly. Having swept clean one room after another, just as he was preparing to head to the next, his eyes casually swept past a pitch-black sword under an anvil, leaving only a short section about a hand's span exposed. Hidden so well? Could it be a treasure? With his 'pluck a feather from a passing goose' nature, naturally, he couldn't just pass it by once he saw it.

Kicking the anvil aside, he picked it up to store it. Fuck! It turned out to be an ugly, pitch-black, shoddy sword, only slightly longer than a dagger. He didn't know who had used scrap materials to forge this thing. Whatever hope Song Que had instantly vanished. But since he had already picked it up, he smacked his lips and decided to toss this piece of junk into his inventory anyway. Store! Looking at the intact short sword still in his hand, Master Song was dumbfounded. Store!

What the fuck, why can't I store it?! Is my spatial inventory full? He checked it inwardly, but it was still more than half empty! He tried storing the few scrap swords tucked into his waistband, and all of them successfully went in. He took the scrap swords back out and looked at the black sword once more. Store! — Still couldn't fucking store it. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

Suddenly, Song Que remembered that there was only one type of item his spatial inventory couldn't store. His gaze toward this little black sword instantly turned strange.......

"Oho!"

"How lucky, there's actually someone still here!" Just as his thoughts were racing, two figures suddenly appeared outside the cave entrance.

"What robust Blood Qi! Good boy, it seems we can have a delicious meal this time."

"Rooooar..." The frivolous tone displeased Grandee Song. He tucked the black sword into his waistband and began observing the newcomers with curiosity. These two people... no, it should be said, one person. The other... should be the legendary Jiangshi! Blocking the large entrance was a man wearing luxurious black silk clothes, his face as sallow as wax.

Beside him was a humanoid entity, wearing a layer of armor like a battlefield general, with an iron helmet completely covering its head, leaving only its face exposed. To say it wasn't human was because the exposed parts of its body revealed shriveled skin and a blue face with yellow fangs. Furthermore, its eyes were dull and lifeless. Anyone believing this was a living person would truly be seeing a ghost.

"Baby, kill him!" Not even giving him time to talk nonsense, the black-clothed man shouted softly. The Jiangshi immediately opened its mouth and spewed out a cloud of green smoke. The cramped room was instantly filled with this mist. With just a single whiff, to someone with a sharp sense of smell like Master Song, it was truly no different from agonizing torture. Its mouth smells too fucking awful! Not only was the foul stench overpowering, but it was also toxic enough to make one dizzy and lightheaded.

He had to immediately use the Tesseract to expel the poison while simultaneously numbing his own dog-like nose. Only then did he, burning with hatred, heft his hammer and charge forward to viciously smash that bastard. Clang! Tap tap... tap... The man in silk clothes hid securely behind his Jiangshi. Song Que's strike was casually blocked by a single claw swipe from the disgusting-looking creature, which completely shattered the force of the blow.

The rebound forced Song Que to step back several paces before he could stabilize his body. Feeling the numbness transmitting through his hands, Master Song's heart surged with terror. A Jiangshi equivalent to a First-Tier expert!

"To be able to resist corpse poison, not bad at all! Your body is mine now! Silver Armor! Kill him! Bring him back for your grandfather here to raise into a Jiangshi. Perhaps in a few years, you'll have an extra brother! Kekekeke..." Seeing the thief Song's tyrannical physique, the man's eyes lit up. Overjoyed, he shouted and cheered for his Silver-Armored Corpse.

"Grrrr..." Hearing its master's command, the dull-eyed Silver-Armored Corpse knew no resistance. It raised its two glowing green claws and charged. Song Que's expression turned grave. He immediately entered the Hyper-Focus state, using nearly three elephants of force in an awe-inspiring hammer strike. Clang!!!! An ear-piercing metallic clash rang out, making the eardrums of everyone in the room ache with pain.

Unfortunately, the Silver-Armored Corpse was completely unharmed by his strike, merely stepping back two paces before standing firm. Such a heavy and tyrannical hammer strike landing on its claws achieved nothing besides breaking a few fingernails. Song Que was terrified out of his wits.

"Rooooooar!!" Taking this blow seemed to send the Silver-Armored Corpse into a frenzy. Its eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light, and opening its mouth to roar in fury, it continued its charge toward him. The room was too cramped, making it difficult for Song Que to execute his movement techniques. He wanted to rush outside several times, but the opponent held the advantageous position; the Silver-Armored Corpse firmly guarded the cave entrance.

Furthermore, the silk-clothed man—who was a genuine 6th Grade martial artist himself—stood behind it, continuously launching hidden weapons to harass him. It truly left him in a wretched state. Boom!! Blasted back into a corner once more, Song Que's expression was graver than ever before. The commotion on this side was so loud, and with the Silver-Armored Corpse exuding a terrifying, murderous aura, the people around had long since fled far away upon seeing it.

No one came to fish in troubled waters, leaving him no opportunity to exploit. Knowing he could only rely on himself today, and that holding back any further would likely mean leaving his life here, Song Que didn't care about exposing his secrets anymore. After being blasted backward once more, he secretly pulled the Moon in the Well saber from his spatial inventory. Gripping it tightly with both hands, he forcefully chopped toward the Silver-Armored Corpse's head. Clangggggg!!!

"Roooooooar!!!!!" Sparks flew everywhere. The saber's momentum was too fast; although the Silver-Armored Corpse managed to raise its hands to its face to block, it couldn't completely stop it. Song Que's slash left a deep, bone-revealing gash across its hand and chin. Thick, oil-like black blood instantly seeped out. Equally blasted back against the wall by its counterattack, his blood Qi churning, Master Song observed this scene with an icy chill in his heart. It's fine even after that?!

I used all my trump cards and could only leave a painless, itch-less scratch on its body! This trip bodes ill. Furthermore, that strike just now had sent this Jiangshi into complete madness. It was currently roaring violently, and Song Que could feel the aura radiating from its body growing more and more terrifying.

"Baby!" The silk-clothed man was also slightly startled, but seeing his Silver-Armored Corpse largely unharmed, he felt relieved. He began looking at Grandee Song with a greedy gaze.

"Brat, it seems you've picked up quite a few good things! Very well, from now on, everything you own, including this physical body of yours, belongs to me!" Hiding behind the Silver-Armored Corpse, he hadn't clearly seen where Song Que pulled the Moon in the Well saber from. He merely assumed it was one of the few swords he had tucked into his waistband. Thus, he believed the remaining few were also top-tier goods. He was incredibly excited at this moment.

"Silver Armor, kill him for me!" Saying that, he slapped the Jiangshi on its back a few times. The black aura on the Silver-Armored Corpse surged brilliantly, and its momentum grew several times more violent. Charging forward at an unimaginable speed, its two claws thrust straight at his vital points like a cluster of sharp swords radiating gloomy, chilling energy. Clang clang clang... Song Que hurriedly brandished his saber to protect himself.

His speed was extremely fast, but how could it compare to this bastard who had just 'taken drugs'? Its speed was simply absurd. Furthermore, compared to Master Song, the Silver-Armored Corpse fought like it was truly desperate. Combined with that dog of a silk-clothed man continuously firing hidden weapons from the side, Song Que quickly found himself unable to hold on. At one point, he charged forward, intending to kill the leader to employ the tactic of 'capturing the king to catch the thieves.'

However, the cave was too narrow, not even three meters high; for someone with Song Que's massive build, even jumping felt strenuous. Blocked by the Silver-Armored Corpse, he couldn't do anything to the man, stopped dead in his tracks halfway. Clang!... Boom! Leaving another slash mark on the Silver-Armored Corpse's body, Grandee Song was also kicked by it, flying backward and crashing deeply into the stone wall. His bones and tendons felt shattered and scattered.

"Cough cough!" Spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, he furrowed his brows, feeling a pain he hadn't experienced in a very long time. This trip is truly nine deaths and one life.