Chapter 67

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"Chu, you are insulting swordsmanship."

Eragon had already jumped off the magic spider and was fighting alongside Brom. At first, he was somewhat hesitant, but after Brom took a sword wound to his right arm to protect him, Eragon became resolute and fierce, his sword swings creating bloody sword beams, clearly using the meager dragon power to activate the Dragon Slayer. The military officer also mixed in the crowd, killing the Urgals while taking care of Eragon and Brom. Only Chu Ci, along with the two little girls, Zhenhong and Shenhong, rode the magic spider, attacking from a high vantage point. His sword was used like a machine gun, spraying ice spikes wildly. If Brom knew about the thermal weapons from another world, he would recognize this as a Gatling gun. But now, Brom could only watch with his eyes wide open, eventually unable to hold back a roar.

"I'm a mage, do you expect me to engage in rough close combat?" Chu Ci roared back, his reasons well-founded. Even though he had enhanced his melee combat skills, it was a last resort. Before that, Chu Ci firmly decided to stay in the safest place and launch the most comfortable attacks.

A few minutes ago, Eragon, holding the Dragon Slayer, jumped off the magic spider. An Urgal with facial tattoos charged at him with a one-handed axe, his face full of cruel killing intent.

Eragon, like the training Chu Ci had intensified this month, stepped forward, turned his body, and used the back of his sword to knock the axe away. Then, he smoothly swung his sword with both hands, and the Urgal's head flew up, spraying blood all over Eragon's face.

Eragon, who had never been stained with human blood, was instantly stunned. His young face turned ashen under the blood. Is this what killing is? Eragon stood there, the split brain cavity facing him, the writhing flesh and white spine making him want to vomit.

"Looking for death, boy?" Eragon was still distracted, but Brom's eyes were bloodshot. He roared, ignoring the two enemies in front of him, and swung his longsword behind Eragon, piercing an Urgal's neck. At the same time, his extended arm was slashed by an Urgal who saw an opening. If not for Brom's timely activation of dragon power, he would have lost his hand. Even so, a deep wound appeared on his arm, the arterial cut bleeding like a faucet.

"Medic, come out." Chu Ci's alchemical glasses linked to all the magical puppets, giving him a panoramic view. Seeing that the least likely to be injured, Brom, was actually hurt by these杂兵, he was also surprised. He immediately summoned the medic and raised the magic spider's base to provide a clear view.

The magic spider's four legs performed a whirlwind slash, forcing the Urgals back, then stabbed into the ground, lifting its body as high as possible. The medic's line of sight became increasingly clear with the height, until he could see Brom clearly. He cast healing magic and ice frost one after another, so quickly that even the young Brom, who could dodge lightning spells in his prime, was surprised. He couldn't even determine the type of magic before being hit. The former stopped the flow of blood from Brom's wound, making it slightly close, while the latter froze the bloody cut, waiting for post-battle bandaging and treatment.

Eragon also came to his senses. Seeing Brom's dire condition, he was filled with regret and guilt. His heart raced, and the meager dragon power surged within him. Without a word, he raised the Dragon Slayer and charged towards Brom. The sharp sword gave Eragon the courage to engage the Urgals in close combat. Often, the activation of dragon power in the Dragon Slayer made a single strike cut an Urgal and its weapon in half.

The military officer also gradually moved towards Brom, forming a stable triangular formation, which allowed them to hold their ground against the Urgals.

The caravan people were also fighting hard, and the situation seemed to be turning in their favor. However, just as everyone felt hope was within reach, the Urgal leader shamelessly shouted, "We are the king's army. If you harm us, you are opposing the king, and you will be traitors."

Such nonsense usually wouldn't be taken seriously, and Chu Ci and his companions were determined to overthrow Galbatorix, so they killed the lackeys even more fiercely. But Chu Ci never expected that there would actually be fools who would listen. In the original plot, the caravan that was supposed to be plundered and destroyed now had a reaction. From a carriage, a fat, pig-brained man who had been hiding in the compartment, upon hearing the Urgal leader's words, quickly ran out and loudly protested, saying that they were the most obedient caravan in Nädin, and they would never dare to oppose the wise and mighty king. This was all a misunderstanding, and he asked the gentlemen to understand.

The Urgal leader also expressed high understanding and asked the caravan owner to help them, to become a glorious citizen, not a rebel.

The caravan owner wasn't really a fool. If the Urgals weren't masquerading as the king's henchmen, they wouldn't have caved in. So he quickly expressed his difficulty in controlling the loose team from his high position in the caravan, saying that although he was loyal to the country, he couldn't make the caravan guards fight for him.

The Urgals wanted exactly this. Without the caravan guards to deal with, they could focus on attacking Chu Ci and his companions. Once they took down these tough opponents, the caravan would be a big, fat prize.

These ungrateful bastards, Chu Ci could no longer tolerate. He transformed from a righteous helper to a human walking artillery, planning to release a wide-range, indiscriminate attack to send them all back to their graves.

Eragon also felt very angry and wanted to follow Chu Ci's advice and ignore the caravan, but Brom held him back, solemnly advising, "They are just civilians, not the targets of dragon knights."

His voice was low, but unfortunately, the military officer standing next to them heard it and rolled his eyes, "I'm not a dragon knight."

Chu Ci wouldn't change his mind based on others' opinions. Zhenhong jumped off the magic spider, her small figure darting between the Urgals, quickly reaching Brom and Eragon.

"The big move is coming." Chu Ci suddenly realized that one advantage of alchemy was that he didn't need to shout out the name of the move. The process of releasing alchemy wouldn't be affected even if he was eating a bowl of beef and sour cabbage noodles. His hands crossed, and the black and white alchemical array, using the magic spider's eight legs as supports, spread wildly, instantly encircling all the Urgals and half of the caravan that was secretly retreating.

Reversal

The massive alchemical array instantly reversed gravity. Except for Brom and Eragon, who were protected by Zhenhong's defensive magic, everyone who should have been on the ground flew into the air. The distance gradually increased, and soon, these people became high-altitude kites, flailing in the air in terror.

"Chu, put them down quickly." Brom didn't care about the Urgals, but there were still twenty to thirty Nädin people from the caravan caught in Chu Ci's attack, which made him both shocked and angry, and he quickly shouted to stop him.

"What did you say?" Chu Ci deliberately loosened his gesture, pretending to be confused and looking at Brom. The next second, the light of the alchemical array weakened, and the effect of reversed gravity disappeared.

Aaaaaaa

Bang bang bang bang bang

Bloody flowers of flesh and blood bloomed around Chu Ci, cruel and shocking.

Before Brom could scold Chu Ci for harming innocents, Chu Ci turned his head, looked at the caravan, and grinned, revealing white teeth that were completely different from those of the commoners of this continent: "Where are you going? I went through so much trouble to save you. Shouldn't you repay me properly?"

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