By noon, a huge luxurious tent as large as a small villa had been set up.

  This tent is made in the style of a nomadic people from a distant continent, with a huge spherical shape from top to bottom, firmly fixed on the ground with wooden stakes on all sides, like a house, tightly enclosing the inside. There are several small windows on the top and head that allow light and air to pass through. This tent was specially prepared by the Prime Minister for the Emperor who likes new things. Inside, one can comfortably avoid the wind and rain while still feeling the freshness of the outdoors. The imperial chef cooks game outside the tent and serves it as a delicacy to the emperor, foreign dignitaries, and nobles, allowing them to taste the food they hunted themselves.

  Grefenhardt the Seventeenth sat in the most central and highest position, smiling at the dignitaries and ministers from various countries. Being able to escape from tedious political affairs and court life, with no military ministers by his side, especially that stiff guy Roland, he was really having a great time today. But there was another reason for this excitement, which was the person sitting next to him.

  Sitting beside His Imperial Majesty was neither a minister nor a noble guest from any country, but Duchess Miss Chris.

  Compared to the emperor's spring breeze, the prime minister's face was not so good-looking. In their arrangement, his niece Anastasia was originally supposed to sit next to him and get this seat. It was a very sensitive position, perhaps in the eyes of the emperor it was just a child's love, but in the eyes of others it was as heavy as Mount Tai, with extraordinary significance.

  However, the prime minister was not particularly anxious either. Since he discovered this phenomenon, he would make more arrangements in the future and let the emperor meet with people who should be met. The enthusiasm of young people is like a wildfire, it comes quickly and goes quickly. As for how to create suitable conditions to develop the master's mood in what state, he was very clear about these things. Although the prime minister was also a rare politician, his greatest skill was actually being a sycophant.

  "This meat may be coarse, but it has a distinctly different flavor. When I eat this meat, I recall the scene when I shot down that deer. This is the taste of one's own labor." A young nobleman was eating his meat and suddenly had an epiphany about life. "From this, we can see that the lives of those farmers are truly fulfilling, they get to enjoy the fruits of their labor every day, it's really enviable."

  Christ beside the emperor said: "But I heard that in previous years' famine many peasants died of starvation."

  "Starve? Why should they starve?" asked the young and ignorant emperor. "Don't they have bread to eat?"

  "Kris shook her head and said, 'I've heard that even porridge is scarce, let alone bread. And I've also heard that some people have become bandits in the mountains because they couldn't pay their taxes. In the end, they were deceived by local officials, caught and killed, it's really pitiful.'"

  A noble young man shook his head knowledgeably and said: "Taxes are the heavenly duty of citizens, yet they dare to become mountain bandits and harm social order. These self-abased plebeians are the root of social unrest and should be arrested and executed altogether. As for those who starved to death, it was simply their own fault, so they deserved to die. Without bread or porridge, they could still eat meat and drink milk."

  The joke that wasn't a joke brought on a wave of laughter, but there were also several younger nobles looking around in confusion, trying to figure out what was so funny. Grefenhart the Seventeenth was one of them, and it took Kris whispering something in his ear for the ruler of the Empire to produce an unnatural smile.

  Outside the big tent stood several guard soldiers. Listening to the laughter inside, smelling the fragrance coming out, they couldn't help but feel a little resentful. One of them sighed and said to his companion: "It's hard to imagine that our work as soldiers is just to maintain the kind of social order that allows those idiots to live better than us in safety."

  A figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the nearby woods, stumbling and staggering towards here. As he drew closer, it became clear that this was a young man wearing ordinary clothes. A guard hastily stopped him: "Hey, don't you know that His Majesty the Emperor is hunting here? Get out of here quickly."

  The man seemed not to have heard, and still stumbled forward quickly. The strong sun at noon shone on his exposed white skin, emitting a faint sizzling sound and green smoke, like an egg being fried in a hot pan. The young man's face was also contorted in pain, as if he was indeed being fried by the sun. He rushed into the shade of the tent, looking weak as if he was about to faint immediately.

  He was a handsome young man with very white and delicate skin, looking like a boiled egg without its shell. However, the fine and beautiful skin now seemed to be slightly damaged by the scorching sun, and his slender weak body and painful expression looked really pitiful.

  The poor man was so pitiful that even the loyal guards couldn't bear to drive him away. Several of them hurried over to support him, asking: "What's wrong with you?"

  "I'm so hungry..." The young man said in a weak voice, his pale lips trembling. "I have no energy, no strength, and the sun is scorching me..."

  A guard asked him with concern: "Do you want to eat something?"

  After panting a few breaths in the shadows, resting for a moment, this young man seemed to have regained some spirit, smiled and said: "Thank you." This smile revealed his sharp canine teeth. "Then I won't be polite..."

  In the midst of laughter and chatter, people inside the tent seemed to have also heard some strange noises outside, but no one paid attention.

  "Khra'gixx!" The sword was no match for the heavy, slashing blows of Asa's axe, and it snapped in two as it bit into the shield of the warrior before him.

  Asa didn't even think about it, and directly threw the broken sword into the soldier's face. While he was still screaming in agony, Asa casually pulled him over to block his own side.

  A loud explosion. The intermediate magician's fireball exploded on the warrior's chest, splashing blood and internal organs everywhere. The power of this fireball was quite impressive. Fortunately, because it was in such a chaotic melee, large-scale high-powered spells were easy to misfire and hurt their own people, so he didn't dare use them.

  Even such a low-level fireball would only result in flesh and blood flying everywhere if it hit him. Asa knew he had to take out the mage first. The corpse in his hand swung, blocking two long swords and sending three opponents flying, then jumped onto the head of a warrior in front of him, using the momentum to pounce towards the nearest mage.

  Still in mid-air, two long spears and three long halberds were thrust at him from below, while behind him, the sharp tips of three crossbow arrows whizzed through the air. Asamin's keen senses allowed him to fully perceive the movements around him, even distinguishing which of the three crossbow arrows would arrive first, followed by the two spears and finally the three halberds. The movements of these people were crystal clear in his eyes, and he could even sense what their next actions would be. How to dodge and defend against these attacks, he was able to think ahead of his opponents' moves and decide what actions to take in response. This was the effect of his meditation reaching a higher level.

  But he immediately felt his body sink downwards, and a strange weakness surged up. This was the effect of the Dullness Spell and the Weakness Spell. Suspended in mid-air, he was an obvious target, just perfect for another two magicians to cast their curses on. These magicians were rich in strength and experience. Using group tactics against such a lone enemy, the curse played a much stronger role than direct attacks.

  Asha ducked and dodged, three crossbow bolts whizzing past his back, grabbed the two long spears stretched out below him to borrow strength, and leapt into the air again. From high above, he reached out with all his might and hurled a huge fireball at the magician.

  The magician stared at the fireball, which was ten times his own size, and almost thought it was a new spell. In a panic, he raised both hands, and another fireball came flying towards him.

  "Hiss", the magician's fireball scattered like an egg hitting a stone, while Asa's fireball flew towards the magician with unchanged momentum and a fierce aura.

  Two white, crystalline glints of cold light flew in from two other directions and struck the fireball. However, even these two water-based lightning-fast ice attacks could not completely extinguish the fireball, and the remaining flames continued to fly towards the magician. The warrior beside the magician, who was responsible for protecting him, hastily rushed up and raised his steel shield to block it. With a loud "boom", the steel shield deformed and flew out, taking half of the warrior's arm with it, and the warrior also cried out in pain as he flew out. However, this fireball was finally blocked, but the magician and several nearby warriors were knocked off balance by the shockwave of the explosion.

  Asa didn't notice the momentum of his own fireball, and as he fell to the ground, he was busy dealing with four swords, three knives, five long spears, and a spiked mace. It wasn't until he took a knife to the back that he managed to grab another opponent's arm and pull him in to use as a shield. The hapless soldier was only swung around in Asa's grasp for a moment before being subjected to countless attacks. With great force, Asa hurled this tattered weapon away, knocking down a group of people, finally giving himself the opportunity to dispel the curse on his body and cast healing magic.

  Asa acknowledged that he had underestimated these guys. From the experience and level of those three mages, as well as the degree of the tactics used by these warriors in their attack, it was clear that this was a well-trained and experienced regular combat unit, but they were deliberately dressed in plain clothes to disguise themselves as ordinary mercenaries.

  At first, he thought this time's sneak attack was the same as before, just some minor episodes that could be handled with a few moves. But undoubtedly, he completely misjudged it this time. Even if it was an episode, it was absolutely not small and would not be harmless, it could be fatal.

  Whether it's going to take its own life or not is unknown, but it will absolutely take others' lives.

  It's already noon, regardless of whether the protagonist arrives or not, the play will be performed on schedule. A marquis as astute as him must have made thorough arrangements.

  He must break out of this encirclement. The Emperor and the kings, princes and ministers of all countries are waiting for him to rescue them. And there is also someone who may feel even more important.

  In the forest of piercing and slashing swords, spears, and guns, Asa finally found an opportunity. Standing still, magical power instantly gathered in his hands, a fireball was launched at several warriors in front of him. But at the same time, he paused for a moment, an arrow had been inserted into his shoulder.

  There's no way, this is the maximum extent of dodging that can be done when casting magic, originally this crossbow bolt should have pierced his right lung. The mixed archers and crossbowmen inside are absolutely the best in the army, they don't come close, nor do they fire randomly, standing far behind the warriors, waiting for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

  BOOM! The two warriors at the front were instantly blown to pieces, their bones and flesh scattered everywhere. Several others behind them had their arms and legs severed and flew out in all directions, while those further back fell to the ground in a large heap. This full-force fireball finally blasted an opening in the encirclement. Asa leapt forward, although his horse was long gone, hacked to pieces by swords and knives. But as soon as he broke through the encirclement, he had confidence that he could shake off everyone here.

  It should still be in time, this group of people can't chase him to the hunting ground... His thoughts hadn't even turned around yet, a wave of dizziness and weakness immediately came over him ruthlessly.

  Three whistling crossbow bolts shot from three different places. He rolled on the ground, his weak and numb body barely able to dodge the bolts. Just as he got up and shook off the curse, the warriors behind him swarmed up in a well-practiced formation, surrounding him tightly.

  "Want to run?" Modo seemed to see some advantage, and shouted triumphantly. "Do you want to go to the hunting grounds to beg Emperor for your life? Don't dream about it. I've long known what you're thinking."

  "Damn it to hell..." Asa cursed loudly at Mordo, almost in a rage. He wasn't going to find the Emperor to be rescued, but rather to rescue the Emperor, yet these words couldn't be spoken out loud.

  "You...!" The pampered and spoiled prime minister's son clearly had no experience in arguing with others, and was completely unable to retort to Asana's high-level profanity. His face turned bright red with rage. Finally, he shrieked at the leader-like person beside him: "Tell them to catch him alive! I'll give a hundred gold coins for it. I want to cut off his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs."

  The surrounding soldiers did not dare to attack immediately, but only surrounded Asa in the center. Their faces all showed a look of fear, and the power of that fireball was indeed terrifying. No one wanted to be blown up like those few soldiers just now.

  "Commander, do you know that arbitrarily using troops and attacking a church official is a capital offense?" Asa, in a moment of urgency, also had to resort to official tone, calling out to the officer who should be the commander of this troop beside Mordo. "Tell them to let me pass immediately, I won't pursue it."

  That person didn't expect his identity to be exposed either and was stunned for a moment.

  "It's useless." Moduo felt he had the upper hand again, and patted the commander on the shoulder. "He is one of our own people. The attack has already been carried out, so naturally we can only kill you. This desolate wilderness is a perfect place for a murder with no witnesses, and I've even prepared a place for your body - the stomachs of those few dogs my family raises. Who would know it was us who killed you?" The prime minister's son laughed triumphantly. "If you want to beg for mercy, kneel down, and I'll have a soldier bring over a pile of shit for you to eat. That way, you can die a bit more comfortably."

  Since his identity had been exposed, the commander made up his mind to silence him. He waved his hand and gave the order: "Kill him."

  Asa didn't say another word, it was pointless now and he didn't want to anyway. He started using his hands with all his might.

  He didn't think about any tactics or use any magic, he just concentrated all his spirit on the kind of icy violent feeling brought by meditation.

  He punched a meteor hammer that was swung at him and the soldier's head into mush with one fist, while grabbing a long spear with his other hand and pulling its user directly from the crowd. He kicked out a transparent hole in the chest of the spearman, then turned around and used the spear to skewer three soldiers alive behind him. At the same time, his shoulder was almost pierced by a large sword. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the double-handed steel sword, snapped it in two, pulled out the half that remained in his body along with his own blood, and threw it into the chest of the swordsman.

  His hand began to have a thin layer of light, under this seemingly insignificant light, steel-made weapons became rotten wood, and human flesh was no different from mud.

  The refreshing and transparent feeling after meditation flows through the body. A magician seems to have used a weakening curse again, but this time the rushing and surging feeling inside is like a mountain flood that washes away the external magic power, leaving no trace. The gravity lag caused by the sluggish technique is also negligible. Strength and agility are fully integrated into one under the high concentration of spirit, every move and every throw accurately and directly sends a huge impact force to the opponent's body, resulting in deformation, rupture, and splashing blood.

  All his senses melted into the bloody battle, nothing else mattered, and he became a beast that only knew how to charge towards its target, tearing apart all obstacles on the way with its teeth and claws.

  His current goal is just one, that commander.

  He grabbed a still-living soldier and swung him sideways, the sound of shattering bones bursting forth like frying beans, sending three or four people flying out. A crossbow bolt pierced his right arm, he leapt up on the spot and flung the blood-soaked weapon in his hand towards the crossbowman, after a strange and extreme noise the crossbowman immediately became indistinguishable from the corpse.

  On both sides, a fireball flew over, and he kicked one soldier into the air. The soldier's body caught a fireball in mid-air, exploding into flames and bloody sparks. He caught another with his hands and squeezed it to death - he couldn't swing it out like General Gru, fortunately, this fireball wasn't very powerful. A fierce slash cut through the muscle on his shoulder, directly hitting the bone. He could hear the strange sound of his bones and the blade colliding, transmitted directly to his ears through his body, not air. He dragged a long spear and threw it at a wizard, nailing the wizard and two soldiers protecting him together. With one hand, he punched the soldier who had cut him, crushing his head like a rotten melon. At the same time, two maces on his body brought up several pieces of flesh, three ribs broke, and he let out a mad howl, slamming his head into the nearest soldier's head, reflexively opening his mouth to bite, and suddenly the whole world turned red and bloody.

  He kept charging forward, and the soldiers in front of him were constantly flying through the air, splattering blood everywhere. He felt like he had become a meat grinder, with flesh and limbs all around him, unable to distinguish which ones belonged to others and which ones were his own.

  Fear finally overcame orders and soldiers began to make way for him.

  Asa leaped forward in a single bound, straight at the commander on horseback. The flustered commander drew his long sword from his waist and stabbed it towards Asa. Asa paid no heed, reaching out with his hand to grab it.

  The long sword was like being stabbed into an iron plate, breaking into three or four pieces in the palm of his hand. The fragments, along with his fingers, were embedded in the commander's face. After a very rare and eerie sound, the commander's headless body sprayed blood and shook off the horseback.

  "Who else?" Asa held that head and stared at this group of soldiers, as if hearing a howl more ferocious than beasts coming from his own body. "Who else wants to die?"

  Mōdā had already turned his horse around and run away when he started to charge. This set a good example, and the soldiers without their commander began shouting as they turned around and ran.

  This group of people disappeared faster and more suddenly than when they appeared, in the blink of an eye they were all gone, leaving behind only limbs and corpses scattered all over the ground.

  He stared at the mess on the ground, listening to his own breathing like a beast in his throat. Slowly, consciousness gradually recovered from the state of meditation. He suddenly knelt down, kneeling on the flesh and blood on the ground, dropping the head that had been pinched into a rotten watermelon in his hand, and started vomiting.

  But he immediately struggled to get up, vomiting and running with difficulty to pull the commander's horse over, running towards the direction of the hunting ground.

  There were still twenty or thirty miles of road left, and Asa whipped the horse with all his might, hoping to arrive in time.

  He finally spat out a few pieces of meat and bones that he had swallowed at some unknown time, as well as a tooth.