My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 162 - 137: Power Mountain Seal! Dishonest People

With his longspear in hand, Fang Zhen's gaze sharpened threefold.

The last remaining Iron Armor Can Soldier charged, now just six or seven meters away from Fang Zhen.

The charging Iron Armor Can Soldier carried an imposing momentum. The killing intent rolling off him sent the Redstone Town militiamen behind Fang Zhen into a panic, and many of them stumbled back several steps.

Fang Zhen's eyes were fixed on the approaching Iron Armor Can Soldier. He shot forward, gripping his spear with both hands, and brought it down in a crushing blow aimed straight for the soldier's head.

The Iron Armor Can Soldier was clearly slower than Fang Zhen and made no attempt to dodge, opting to take the hit with his helmet.

CLANG!

With a crisp ring, Fang Zhen's longspear struck the Iron Armor Can Soldier's helmet. The soldier swayed but didn't fall. Instead, he continued his charge, swinging his battle-ax in a wide arc toward Fang Zhen's ribs.

Fang Zhen took a step back, retracted his spear, then sidestepped to evade the soldier's powerful, telegraphed swing.

It was clear the Iron Armor Can Soldier was trained in battlefield combat. After his ax missed, he didn't break his momentum. He abruptly lowered his head and charged, trying to use the advantage of his heavy armor to knock Fang Zhen to the ground.

Fang Zhen swung his longspear, using the shaft to block the charging soldier. He then guided the soldier's momentum, hooking a leg out to trip him and break his center of gravity.

This was the Iron Armor Soldier's greatest weakness; once he lost his balance, he was prone to falling.

The Iron Armor Soldier stumbled forward two steps but couldn't regain control and crashed to the ground.

Fang Zhen raised his spear, about to press his attack, when something unexpected happened.

One of the Redstone Town militiamen, his blood boiling from the thrill of watching Fang Zhen's fluid and powerful display, completely forgot his own limitations. Seeing the fallen Iron Armor Can Soldier, he thought it was an easy target, and rushed forward with a shortsword to deliver a finishing blow.

Fang Zhen's brows shot up as he bellowed, "Get back!"

Unfortunately, he was too late.

The overexcited Redstone Town militiaman, failing to recognize his own weakness, thought he could take on a downed Iron Armor Soldier.

But even while flailing on the ground, the Iron Armor Can Soldier was still an elite of the army, not someone a miner who'd only picked up a weapon a few days ago could compare to.

Lying on the ground, the Iron Armor Soldier swung his battle-ax twice in quick succession.

"Ah!"

The Redstone Town militiaman let out a bloodcurdling scream. His left leg was completely severed below the knee, and his right leg was hacked halfway through.

With another cry of agony, the militiaman fell to the ground.

The Iron Armor Can Soldier used this opening to struggle back to his feet.

Just as the soldier got up, a cold light flashed.

PTHWACK!

Fang Zhen's longspear, agile and precise, found a gap in the armor on the soldier's left side and pierced through his shoulder.

The Iron Armor Can Soldier cried out in pain and took a step forward, wrenching himself free.

Fang Zhen pulled his spear back and suddenly roared, "Power Mountain!"

Instantly, a layer of white light flared up around Fang Zhen's body.

The white light converged on his hands and coalesced upon the longspear.

He gripped the end of the shaft with his right hand, his left hand guiding it loosely. He lunged forward, spun the spear once in his hands, and thrust it forward with incredible force.

The spear shaft, now glowing white, moved with a speed and power far beyond any ordinary thrust, piercing straight into the Iron Armor Can Soldier's backplate.

Like a hot knife through butter, the glowing longspear easily sank into the plate armor. It entered from the back, the spearhead emerging from the Iron Armor Can Soldier's chest.

The spear, stained with red, had run him clean through.

The Iron Armor Can Soldier's movements froze.

Fang Zhen withdrew the longspear and gave it a sharp flick.

Blood splattered from the spear blade and the Hong Ying.

A huge hole was torn through the Iron Armor Can Soldier from back to front, large enough to see straight through him.

The Iron Armor Soldier swayed slightly, then collapsed to the ground, motionless. He was dead.

Fang Zhen stood his longspear upright.

Not a single opponent was left who could withstand even one of his attacks.

He looked at the Redstone Town militiaman howling pitifully on the ground and couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

The man was crippled. His left leg was completely gone, and his right leg was half-severed.

The tibial arteries in both legs had been sliced open. Blood was gushing out, impossible to staunch.

'This is also a reminder,' Fang Zhen thought. 'This is a battlefield. There's no room for carelessness. One slip-up, and that's the result.'

Fang Zhen turned, intending to call Quade over.

Quade's equipment pack had adrenaline shots. If they gave the militiaman an injection and then cauterized the wounds with fire, there was a chance he might be saved, but the odds were less than one in five.

Just then, Ande let out a sigh.

Fang Zhen looked over and saw Ande crouching by the wounded man, whose face was pale. He had fallen silent.

"He's not going to make it," Ande said.

Fang Zhen shook his head with a soft sigh.

The amount of blood in a human body is 7% to 8% of its weight. Losing 20% to 30% of that blood volume leads to hypovolemic shock. A 70-kilogram person would go into shock after losing 1.5 to 2 liters of blood.

This world had no blood transfusion equipment, the injured man weighed less than seventy kilograms, and with arterial bleeding from both legs, he was already beyond saving.

He decided against getting the adrenaline shot. It would be useless.

He could only hope the militiaman on the ground wouldn't be so reckless in his next life.

Quade also observed a moment of silence for the townsman, but his attention soon shifted to something else.

"Sir, what was that martial technique you used at the end?"

"Your spear pierced straight through the plate armor, from back to front! That's incredible!"

Quade said to Fang Zhen.

"Mountain Power Stab," Fang Zhen said succinctly.

That attack, where he gathered power and his body glowed with white light, was actually him activating the Power Mountain Seal.

In the Curse Seal World, he had learned the four basic seals.

The Gang Zan Seal, the Kun Sha Seal, the Chong Ang Seal, and the Power Mountain Seal.

Of the four basic seals, the Power Mountain Seal was probably the simplest and easiest to master, and it also had the widest range of applications.

With the Power Mountain Seal, once the seal's structure was established, it was simply a matter of channeling its power.

The channeled power of the Power Mountain Seal could massively amplify the user's strength.

When used in a fist, the channeled power became a super-heavy punch. It could also be infused into a weapon.

When Fang Zhen had tested it, he infused the Power Mountain Seal into his longspear and could pierce through a twenty-centimeter-thick concrete wall with one thrust, with power to spare.

Twenty centimeters was the limit of the concrete wall, not the limit of the longspear infused with the Power Mountain Seal.

Moreover, using the Power Mountain Seal also temporarily made the body and weapon more durable, preventing a situation where the force was so immense that a single punch would cause both the enemy's head and one's own hand to explode.

Fang Zhen had just tested the Power Mountain Seal; it worked just as well in the Nameless World, and its power was extraordinary.

With one thrust, it could run an Iron Armor Can Soldier clean through.

"Is Montagu's army this strong?" Fang Zhen asked.

Compared to the routed soldiers under Viscount Ashton, Viscount Montagu's men were terrifyingly strong.

It was only because they had run into Fang Zhen. If their opponents had been the townsfolk and militia of Redstone Town, these thirteen men could have slaughtered the entire town.

"They aren't all that strong. These two Iron Armor Soldiers are clearly Knight's Squires. I don't know why they aren't at the siege of Viscount Ashton's castle and came here instead," Quade said from behind Fang Zhen.

"Knight's Squires?" Fang Zhen's brow twitched as he looked at the dead Iron Armor Soldiers on the ground.

"Yes, Knight's Squires," Quade confirmed. "Only Knight's Squires are equipped with this kind of full heavy armor. I learned about it back when I was training as a Knight's Squire."

"And these two Knight's Squires are high-ranking. Attendants are also divided into ranks. Those who can wear this kind of full plate armor are already among the foremost Attendants. The next step, if they achieve military honors and can afford a warhorse, is the possibility of being promoted to Knight."

Fang Zhen frowned upon hearing this.

Viscount Montagu was laying siege to Ashton's castle.

'Logically, for the final battle of annihilation, for the assault on the castle, shouldn't he be gathering as many soldiers as possible to maximize his strength?'

'Why would Viscount Montagu's Knight's Squires show up here?'

He didn't believe these Knight's Squires came to Redstone Town just to hunt down a few routed soldiers.

Routed soldiers had no real impact on the overall war. It was like playing chess; when you were about to checkmate the enemy king, why would you dispatch major pieces like rooks and knights to chase down a few pawns?

Fang Zhen felt that there was definitely something more to this situation than he knew.

"Go get a prisoner and ask what's going on," Fang Zhen ordered.

The combat skills of the Redstone Town militia were average, but they were quickly mastering the art of taking prisoners.

The surviving soldiers of Viscount Montagu, along with the routed soldiers from the Ashton Territory, were all rounded up.

Fang Zhen wasn't fond of interrogation by torture, and just as he was wondering how to get a confession, someone volunteered.

The one who volunteered to interrogate the prisoners was the older brother of the unlucky militiaman who had just died after having his legs cut off by the Iron Armor Soldier.

The man's profession in town was a butcher.

The butcher had a belly full of fire with nowhere to vent it, so he unleashed all of his fury on the prisoners.

As it turned out, a butcher conducting an interrogation felt like a strangely perfect professional fit.

With just a little "persuasion," the demoralized routed soldiers and Viscount Montagu's men confessed everything.

"It was the Viscount's personal order. He sent us to Redstone Town to pursue the routed soldiers. There might have been another mission, but only the two Attendant lords knew about it. We common soldiers don't know what we were supposed to do here."

"Don't kill me, I'm begging you!"

Viscount Montagu's soldiers had lost all will to resist and pleaded for their lives.

The other soldiers and routed men told a similar story.

Fang Zhen frowned.

He stood up and said to Ande, "You clean up here. Gather the soldiers' equipment and arm all the men in Redstone Town who aren't crippled."

"Yes, sir!" Ande replied immediately. Having witnessed Fang Zhen's martial prowess firsthand, the Town Mayor had become much more subservient.

"Sir, what should we do with these captured soldiers?" Ande asked.

"Do whatever you want with them," Fang Zhen replied, then turned and walked back toward the town.

"Sir, where are you going?" Ande asked, feeling uneasy as he watched Fang Zhen leave and getting to his feet.

"I'm going to the Redstone Tavern," Fang Zhen's voice drifted back. "I need to have a talk with a certain Priest who hasn't been telling the truth, and an equally dishonest Countess."