Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 22 The Three Swords of the Elderly

"Look at you, always so subservient to those who bully you. You should have just stomped them to death instead of keeping them alive for interrogation."

Even while on the run, Mao Die kept rambling on, still bothered by the information he had almost obtained.

Guiseni died, in the stench of sewage, and must have been bloated from being submerged.

The trail of clues surrounding the attack by the Holy Flame was severed with his death.

"I only managed this under pressure... Hmph, instead of criticizing my skills, you should blame that guy who died after taking a few kicks."

Furlyn turned her head away as if in a huff, but still let Modie lead her by the hand and jog along.

That haughty young lady is so stubborn, she really knows how to argue and make things difficult.

"I hope your legs will still have this much strength later."

Furlin's feet weren't feet at all; they were clearly the sacred jade feet of a young girl, adorned with the ultimate weapon of choice—double-strike leather shoes that could kick anyone in the world.

This little girl is terrifyingly strong, and she, like everyone else, seems completely unaware of her own strength, which led to several deadly quadruple kills.

"Stop making fun of me..."

Compared to her feet, the girl's sulking and coquettish little fists felt more comfortable, even though they were quite powerful.

"Oh well, never mind."

There's no use complaining now. The sound of pursuers wading through water is getting closer and closer. We should unite and run.

Those who understand the times are wise, and Modie and Furlyn have a mission to protect and be protected. Looking back on the past would only bring unpleasantness, so it's better to keep looking forward.

As for the Holy Fire Clan? Their heir died in the sewers of the enemy city, which can be considered a fitting end.

The only remaining trace is Ignis—

Because he didn't have time to ask, Maud didn't know if Ignis was involved.

Even if she isn't an accomplice now, he can't guarantee she won't be in the future. When it comes to Furlyn's safety, how can he allow anything to go wrong?

If Ignis had never been given the order, she probably wouldn't have caused any more trouble; but if she had, Maud would have had to put in some effort to find out her true attitude.

"Yes, yes, if a really strong enemy comes, teacher, you'll protect me, right?"

The girl smiled playfully, and her previous displeasure vanished instantly.

Unfortunately, the humanoid Modie is a passive, straight-laced man. No matter how charming or cute Furlyn is, he remains unmoved.

Even in my old age, I still aspire to reach even greater heights!

"I'd rather believe in your iron hooves, stronger than any bull or horse, than in my strength... Ouch, ouch, ouch—"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand was already on Mao Die's face, and then it was exaggeratedly pinched and squeezed.

"uh-huh?"

This girl, even if she's not a tigress, she's still a little parrot with flying pliers, she really goes all out!

"Teacher, if you can't speak, you don't have to. I still think you look cooler when you shut up~"

She didn't let go; Mao Die was still experiencing both pain and pleasure.

A man and a woman walked along the sewage ditch, their steps surprisingly synchronized, creating an effect that was almost like moving sideways.

Just as the two were about to start flirting, Mao Die, lost in her own world, suddenly snapped back to reality—

Wait a minute, this leisurely attitude... are they running away?

Wait a minute, why do I always forget the heroic ambition I made at the beginning of "absolutely no close contact"?

The worst part was that even though they were moving forward, the sound of water behind them never faded, relentlessly pursuing them like a persistent leech.

A soft rustling sound also came from the waterways on both sides...

Even a road that seems to stretch endlessly ahead!

This is more than just two loaves of bread with cheese inside! It's practically two square loaves of bread with cheese inside! It's just missing a six-sided trap that's practically impossible to escape from.

"We can't escape."

Mao Die calmly announced that his escape attempt had failed.

"What should we do then?"

Furlyn even had a smile on her face.

Girls who smile often are usually lucky, and who would dare say that being strong isn't good luck?

Who would dare say that having an invincible mage like Modie by her side to protect her isn't the greatest fortune of her life?

Because she noticed her own shining talent, and because she knew that Mao Die was by her side, she was not afraid.

She would fight alongside the teacher she trusted, and escape, just as he had said when he invited her before class—

"I will take on the responsibility of protecting you."

At different times and in different places, Maodie uttered that vow once again.

"Then I'll leave it to you, teacher. We'll have to rely on each other to protect us."

After speaking, the girl and Maodie stood back to back, both rubbing their hands together, silently gazing into the darkness where the enemy was lurking.

If escape is impossible, then kill!

"That girl's right here!"

"Hurry, hurry, don't let her get away!"

"Why is there another helper?"

The pursuers had already surrounded them from all sides, yet his every word and action revealed his pitiful state.

The saying goes, "A victorious army is bound to be arrogant, and an arrogant army is bound to be defeated." Although they did not win, how could their momentum of victory resemble that of a victor?

In this way, they become arrogant soldiers, and arrogant soldiers often become complacent, thus leading to their defeat.

In contrast, Modie and Fulin, though tightly surrounded, already possessed a hint of arrogance in their eyes, as if they had survived a desperate situation.

Surrounded and cautious, they waited for the enemy to come to them. Their attitude of not underestimating the enemy resembled that of a "desperate army," but as the ancients said, "a desperate army is bound to win."

In this way, they had victory in their grasp, and the Holy Fire Clan's pursuers were destined to fail.

"Shall we have a little sparring match? Like, a PvE one?"

"PVE?"

Furlyn even had the leisure to tilt her head in confusion.

"Yeah, it's about who kills the most."

Mao's words are concise and to the point, omitting lengthy and redundant definitions, and perfectly integrating them into the context.

"As the saying goes, 'The student surpasses the teacher,' I hope you can surpass me in areas where I am not good at it!"

Having said that, Maodie waved his magic wand and headed straight for the enemy tide.

The way he raised his right arm was like a knight shouting a battle cry: I will lead the charge!

"Sword Changed (The Sword Arrives) —"

With a shout of "Sword, come!", Mao Die's magic wand suddenly extended.

With a second shout, Mao Die called out, and the magic wand suddenly transformed into a sword, becoming the white jade sword in his hand.

Mao Die called out three times that the sword was coming, then threw it out of his hand, letting it float and fly around to the left and right.

Mao Die's Four-Sound Sword Arrives, unleashing a fierce attack with the power of his mind, bringing a touch of Chinese fantasy romance to the enemies of Western fantasy.

Mao Diewu's sword came flying, weaving through the crowd with a flurry of slashes, hacks, stabs, and thrusts, leaving the arrogant pursuers utterly routed.

When Mao Die rang out with his sword, the enemy was terrified, fearing the sight of the sword and retreating in disarray.

Mao Die's sword struck with seven cries, and the sword counterattacked, silently declaring itself as a reaper:

True hunters often appear as the prey.

With eight sword strikes, Mao Die broke the encirclement from three sides, and none of the enemies escaped.

Mao Die Jiu Sheng's sword came, and he turned his sword back to help Fuerlin, saving her from being surrounded by multiple opponents while she was unarmed.

Mao Die rang out with ten sword strikes, the sword moving in and out of the remnants of the army seven times, accompanied by a young girl who had retreated to watch the show, much like the amusing incident at Changban Slope in the past.

With eleven swift sword strikes, Mao Die beheaded the last of the henchmen.

Mao Die's twelve swords came, and the sword flew back to its master's hand. Because it could cut meat as easily as tofu, not a drop of blood was on the sword.

As soon as Maodie sang "Thirteen," the sword returned to its original form as a magic wand, and he and Furlyn high-fived in celebration.

With just these thirteen sword strikes, the pursuing troops were wiped out. Mao Die, having accomplished his task, turned and left, taking the girl's hand, which seemed to have become somewhat willing, and walked towards the planned path ahead.

Though he remained silent, the aura of a returning king, with its haughty and disdainful disdain, seemed to say:

I have witnessed rivers of blood!

"Teacher, what is this?"

With the sewers secured, Furlyn has made a new discovery.

She took out the two artifacts from Mao Die's pocket: a spider lily and a blood jade, and curiously held them up in front of Mao Die, waving them around.

"This...this is?!"

Oh no, he forgot about the voice artifact that was supposed to be for Furlyn.

No wonder this battle was so exhilarating... So that's how it is!

A max-level account is indeed very useful.

"This is a gift from the Dean; I borrowed it just now."

That way, if Ivinel asks after their safe return, Modie will have an explanation.

After all, embezzling public property is something that would be punished by a bad woman.

Fortunately, the riots have ended, and Modie and Furlin are only a well away from the ground.

Now, a problem even more difficult than the battle has arisen—

How do you get out of a narrow, damp vertical shaft without any tools? And how do you break through the manhole cover?

"Teacher, what should we do?"

"Don't underestimate the Wings of Flight."

Yes, it's not the Wings of Wind, nor is it a "Soaring" exploration tool, but yet another masterpiece of the ultimate Frankenstein's monster—

The Wings of Flight, which serves the exact same purpose as the other two, also has a platinum skin for legendary veteran players.