🤼‍♀️Chapter Five: The Deadly Battle in the Sea of Flowers (5)

Seeing Gulaba charging towards him with a mischievous grin, the cyborg instantly understood the sword master's intention. He cursed under his breath and turned to sprint towards the outskirts of the flower field.

The cyborg had no desire to engage the lizardfolk desecrators. These treacherous foes were covered in poisoned weaponry, and even a moment of carelessness could be fatal. The initial damage from these debuffs might be minor, but it would multiply over time. Even the slightest wound, if left untreated, could eventually kill the strongest warrior.

Running at top speed, the cyborg noticed that Gulaba was not far behind. As he ran, Gulaba slit the throat of a lizardfolk desecrator and snatched the Propeller (a double-headed sword) from the corpse's hand. This weapon seemed to have been dismantled from some kind of aircraft. There was once a dual-sword master in Time Town, who used a seamless and continuous sword technique to decapitate the Saintess of the Time Church. Her guards were no match for him. To surpass the assassin's speed, the guard forged this weapon, which was said to unleash even more rapid attacks than dual swords and easily strike opponents multiple times. Unfortunately, the guard never found the dual-sword assassin again, and later, his whereabouts also became unknown.

Gulaba wielded the Propeller like a windmill, cutting through anything in his path. If he just charged in a straight line, he would soon escape the flower field. Yet, to the cyborg’s and the lizardfolk desecrators’ bewilderment, Gulaba didn’t choose the shortest path. Instead, he zigzagged through the field, weaving left and right. Though he was still moving towards the outskirts, he took a much longer route. The keen-eyed cyborg noticed that Gulaba had been nicked by several poison needles due to these detours.

This was highly unusual. Given Gulaba’s skills, he could have taken the shortest route out with minimal injuries, but he chose to meander.

As the cyborg ran, he observed Gulaba’s strange behavior, puzzled. Then, as he expanded his view to encompass Gulaba’s surroundings, an astonishing realization struck him.

"This absurd guy is risking getting pricked by poison needles just to avoid damaging the lantern lilies?"

The cyborg was stunned by his conclusion. Gulaba’s path had no tactical advantage, yet it meticulously avoided the blooming lilies. To protect these beautiful flowers, the seemingly rough and foolish sword saint was risking his life among the poisoned needles. Yet, he had dragged the cyborg into this mess, leaving him unsure whether to admire or curse him.

The cyborg, who had only seen hellish landscapes, hostile comrades, instructors coveting his handsome body, and a captain who cost him his heart and eyes, was suddenly moved by the sight of a sword saint willing to endanger himself to protect delicate flowers. Something stirred in the chest where his heart used to be. Clenching his teeth, he halted his sprint and pulled a fire-element Bomb bomb bomb (GAS hammer) from his backpack.

With all his might, he smashed the GAS hammer against a large rock beside the flower field. The spark from the collision ignited the gas, sending a massive fireball roaring into the sky. The blazing light turned the surroundings into a sea of red flames.

"Damn! That cyborg is signaling his allies! Kill him!" the lizardfolk priest furiously ordered. Where did this cyborg come from? Such a massive explosion and firelight would surely alert the cyborgs at Laba’s lab. Not only would today’s ambush fail, but they would also face retaliation from Laba’s forces.

At his command, over a dozen lizardfolk desecrators near the cyborg changed their targets and charged towards him. They shrieked horribly, their faces peeling away to reveal grotesque, sinister visages illuminated by the flames.

The cyborg’s blood boiled. Under stress, his focus sharpened, and his hands steadied.

Gula’s modifications had cost him his heart, eyes, and hands, but the mechanical replacements granted him greater endurance, strength, and enhanced vision.

He swung the burning GAS hammer, shattering the first lizardfolk desecrator to reach him. Super hit! His first strike dealt double damage, stunning the following lizardfolk.

"In Time Town, anything can become a weapon; in Time Town, anything can become a power source." This weapon perfectly embodied that saying. It had terrifying explosive power that could pulverize enemies with one blow. Everyone who used it would involuntarily shout, "Come on, cowards! If your attacks can’t kill me first, then you’re dead!" … "Damn it! If only it wasn’t so heavy, it would be great to throw it."

A heavy weapon like this would be difficult for ordinary people to lift, and even if they could, its weight and short attack range made it hard to hit enemies. But in the cyborg’s hands, the GAS hammer not only hit accurately but also swung rapidly with the aid of his mechanical arms.

A following lizardfolk tried to strike during the cyborg’s swing, only to be met with the GAS hammer smashing into his face.

Bomb bomb bomb!

Double hit!

Super hit!

Not only had the cyborg executed a Super hit, but it was also another double damage Super hit! The unfortunate lizardfolk desecrator exploded into fragments amidst a thunderous boom.

"Well done, young man!" Gulaba cheered. This cyborg wasn’t just loyal, diverting some of the pursuers, but also immensely powerful! His double Super hit was masterful!

With the cyborg’s help, Gulaba’s pressure eased. He laughed maniacally, swinging the Propeller and reaping the lives of lizardfolk desecrators like a tornado.

Super hit!

Double hit!

Super hit!

Double hit!

Super hit!

Gulaba and the cyborg competed, unleashing Super hits and Double hits, filling the flower field with the sound of wind, fire, and lizardfolk screams.

When the last lizardfolk fell, the cyborg was drenched in sweat, his legs like lead. The GAS hammer, though mighty, was a heavy weapon. Despite his mechanical enhancements, he felt drained. With the enemies gone, his vision dimmed from exhaustion.

"You’re strong, kid. I admire you," Gulaba laughed, praising the cyborg. The lizardfolk around him were significantly reduced, and the remaining foes seemed terrified, no longer charging recklessly. This relief eased the sword saint's burden.

The cyborg’s mask lights flickered as he caught his breath, then he grumbled, "Take care of yourself. Don’t get caught off guard."

"Hahaha, that’s impossible... Kid, watch out behind you!"

Before Gulaba finished, the cyborg felt a shock from behind. Disbelieving, he looked at his abdomen, where a black, poison-covered rapier had pierced through from his back.

Turning slowly, he saw the despicable face of the lizardfolk priest behind him.

"Damn it, when did this old bastard get behind me? Careless..."

His vision blurred, the priest’s grotesque face twisting and darkening. He vaguely heard Gulaba’s enraged shout, but it seemed distant, like a long-forgotten song from his father. His eyelids grew heavy, and darkness closed in. Before everything went black, he saw lights in the distance, like a multitude of eyes...