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  Two people hastily passed through the chaotic small town, and when they went out together, they saw that Marce, who had returned home specially, was not wearing armor or holding a weapon, but instead held an iron shovel in his hand. It wasn't until the villagers who came to watch dispersed that this sturdy man looked at Fang Lin with sincerity:

  "Roland, can you keep a secret for me?"

  Fang Lin heard the two words "secret" and his heart was greatly moved, but on the surface he appeared calm and said:

  "It depends on what it is. If it's something that could harm the town, I won't guarantee anything."

  "Not that. The Marseille highway. My love for this town is even greater than my love for Marina! Just hope you won't tell what we'll see later."

  Fang Lin nodded reluctantly at this time. Marce then walked with him to the woods outside the village, and began digging under a large tree. Before long, they dug up a set of all-black full-body armor. After Marce put it on, he wore a black helmet with two horns on his head, held a small round shield in his left hand, and wielded an iron hammer with dense reverse spikes! His entire body was protected by thick iron armor, making him look like a low and stable steel fortress.

  This figure seemed quite familiar to Fang Lin, and after some thought, he suddenly realized that this wasn't the sturdy novice knight with a bull horn helmet who was supposed to appear in Act 2?

  Ma Er saw Fang Lin's gaze sizing him up and sighed:

  "I was actually a member of the evil Duke Galibodi's army, but after being seriously injured once, my horse got frightened and ran away from the battlefield, bringing me here. It was Marina who saved me and helped me hide my identity, since then I have changed my faith, just hoping to live quietly here."

  He suddenly raised his head and said firmly:

  "I don't want anyone to destroy it! Not even the army of Gallipoli!"

  Fang Lin nodded, deliberately let out a sigh and patted his shoulder. However, the corners of his mouth had already risen slightly when he turned around, and in his estimation, Marce's strength was at most equal to that of a heavy swordsman, but now it seemed that his strength was much more powerful than he had previously assumed!

  ………………..

  The two of them rushed along the highway towards where Marina was kidnapped, and soon they met an escaped refugee who told them that the evil Grand Duke Galibodi's army had divided into three routes, starting to loot some towns and villages without resistance. In fact, there is no need for his guidance, the thick black smoke rising on the distant horizon has already indicated the direction for Fang Lin and Marseille.

  The closer they got to the looted area, the more unbearable the scenes became. Some children were battered to death, while some women were stripped naked with their breasts cut off. Fang Lin's face showed a shocked expression, but Malce's face was hidden behind his heavy iron helmet, making it impossible to see his emotions, and only his coarse breathing could reveal the anger in his heart!

  Masked slaves began to appear in front, their pale purple sleeves stained with blood looked particularly eye-catching. These people were chasing and killing fleeing civilians, probably because Marce's attire made them feel familiar. Several masked slaves walked over unguarded, pulling a young girl who was crying out loud by her hair, seemingly to show respect and offer sacrifices.

  Their response was a massive steel mace covered in razor-sharp spikes.

  Fang Lin secretly cursed in his heart as he watched the giant Marce go on a rampage, sweeping and killing among the masked slaves with an aura of a mad tiger. He even saw a terrified masked slave being hit by Marce's small iron shield, flying out more than three meters high, crashing through the wooden wall of a nearby house, and then there was no sound anymore.

  Until Mars stopped his charge, panting heavily, Fang Lin finally realized that within hundreds of meters, there was not even half a living person left. The blood of the invaders and the invaded had flowed together on the ground, and the steel hammer had been stained with a bright red color, with hair and flesh mixed on its surface. Seeing this bloody scene, Fang Lin's heart was slightly shocked, but he saw that some of the masked slaves' corpses began to emit a weak light. His heart was delighted, and he quickly rushed over to search for keys among the bodies, finally collecting more than ten wooden boxes. However, when he opened them one by one, he didn't find anything good, just some low-quality recovery items and poor equipment.

  Fang Lin didn't plan to complete his first task yet, but there were some things that couldn't be taken away and letting them disappear felt a bit wasteful. Suddenly, he remembered the new skill he had learned yesterday - Cutting Technique, so he took out the short sword by his side and started practicing.

  This isn't known until practiced, but after Lin tried it out, he realized that this skill was a total waste. Out of over ten items, not one succeeded, and instead two things were cut to the point of complete disappearance! Moreover, once an item is cut, regardless of the result, it can never be cut again.

  Before his eyes, only a black bread (inferior) that restored 30 points of physical strength was left. Fang Lin held the short sword in his hand and decided to make the most of this last opportunity. He compared it with his short sword, and suddenly a very strange feeling emerged in his heart, as if he were holding a thick-backed knife in the real world, facing a pile of bones like a mountain.

  His mind was still recalling the past, but his hand had already chopped down without hesitation!

  In an instant, that strange feeling floated up again. Every time it appeared, Fang Lin could overcome his genetic defects in the real world and successfully transcend himself! However, he was now in another mysterious world, using a unique technique of this world.

  The black wheat bread that was quietly lying in the box suddenly got cut into three pieces at once!

  Fang Lin was still immersed in that wonderful feeling, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He tried to reach into the box with his hand, but unexpectedly, a large hand stretched out from beside him and snatched it away. Who else could it be if not Marceau?

  The rough man pulled down his mask and stuffed the bread in his hand into his mouth, chewing for a few moments before saying in a muffled voice:

  "The taste is good, this cutting skill is quite impressive."

  Fang Lin was somewhat stunned, fortunately there was still a piece of bread left at the bottom of the box, he picked it up, and the information immediately appeared:

  "Black Wheat Bun (Common), Category: Food, Portable, Effect: Restores 15 stamina within 80 seconds."

  "This...!" He was shocked - originally, the black bread that only restored 30 points of physical strength in total had been processed by cutting technique and divided into three pieces. Each piece could restore fifteen points of physical strength, so the total recovery power rose to forty-five points, an increase of one and a half times! Moreover, there were also portable attributes, which means that during battles when at a disadvantage, eating one piece would also have a slow recovery effect!

  And he found that his cutting skill had also changed its name at this time:

  "Reality Cutting Technique: A variant skill that combines one's spiritual power with cutting techniques. This skill is unique to the Round Table Warriors' world and consumes 1 point of spiritual power when used. Reality Cutting Technique Live 1 Effect: Allows for processing and splitting of acquired spoils, with a 3% chance of producing high-grade unknown treasures, a 60% chance of increasing the value of spoils, a 6% chance of causing spoils to mutate, and a 21% chance of causing the processed item to disappear completely. Note: When processing equipment, the disappearance rate doubles. Cutting range is limited to white, blue equipment, food, and some precious items. This variant skill can only be advanced through accumulation of proficiency, and cannot be upgraded using potential points."

  The equipment in this world is divided into white, blue, gold, dark gold, and purple. There are also green suits, and each color of equipment is further divided into lower, middle, and upper grades. The surname of the top-grade white equipment is close to that of the lower-grade blue equipment. The 60% chance of increasing the value of war spoils by using the Real Cutting Technique refers to the ability to upgrade lower-grade equipment to mid-grade, and if the equipment itself is of high quality, it can be upgraded further.

  Previously, Lin Yi cut down with one knife, and the real cutting technique was successfully activated. The black bread (inferior) was processed into a black wheat pastry (ordinary), not only did its quality improve, but its properties also changed from non-portable to portable. This is the activation of the cutting technique's mutation ability!

  At this time, Ma Erce roughly squeezed over, grabbed Fang Lin with one of his big hands, and said impatiently:

  "Hey, let's go."

  Fang Lin was still savoring the wonderful feeling of cutting out that knife earlier, and he shook his head with a frown:

  "Wait."

  He suddenly felt a pain on his face, and then the sky spun around him. A salty taste surged up from the base of his tongue. It was only then that his cheek began to throb with pain. When Fang Lin regained consciousness, the fearsome giant mallet stained with blood and flesh was already pointing at him mercilessly. Marce stood in front of him like a clumsy killing machine, his eyes red as he said:

  "Go."

  Fang Lin read a serious and intense killing intent from the bottom of his eyes. The suppressed killing intent that Marce had been holding in his heart for many years finally erupted, causing his mind to reach a paranoid and frantic state! Fang Lin silently got up, not discouraged by the severe blow he had just received, but instead seemed to have caught something in his chaotic thoughts, only lacking a crucial clue to link it all together.

  The next destination for the two of them was a neighboring village that had also been attacked, and at this time the horse they were riding on did not dare to approach Marce, who was covered in blood all over his body and looked like a wild beast, even from a distance of several feet away, it was making uneasy neighs and whinnies.

  Like the previous town, this place was still filled with slaughter, bloodshed, looting and death. Marce's throat suddenly let out a beast-like growl, and Fang Lin followed his gaze to see that in front of the tallest building in the town, the church, a fairly new horse carriage was parked, which was exactly Marina's carriage. There were dozens of people hanging from the top of the carriage, their faces twisted in pain, obviously having suffered greatly before death, and even after death they could not rest in peace.

  Fang Lin barely made out a few familiar faces among the crowd, after all, just last night at the bar, these survivors were still drinking with him. The only consolation was that there were no women among the dozens of survivors.

  Of course, it can also be understood that what Marina is facing now may be more terrifying than death.

  At this time, Marce had already rushed up crazily, and the two masked slaves guarding the carriage were almost instantly smashed out of shape. The half-closed church door also immediately flew in, but a huge metallic collision sound came from inside, and Marce stumbled out, his left front arm's black small thick iron shield now having obvious cracks and dents.

  Immediately, a similarly robust giant mace warrior with bull horns on his helmet walked out. The style of his armor and weapons was exactly the same as Marce's, but the color was fiery red. He raised his eyes to look at Marce who was panting, and said in a deep voice:

  "Traitor, today is your day of death!"

  He raised the fiery red single-handed large hammer in his hand and charged at Marce with a "dang dang dang" sound! The physiques of these two men were both sturdy and short, and with their heavy armor on their bodies, Fang Lin estimated that their total weight exceeded over 500 kg. As they hugged each other and tumbled into a nearby residence across the street, the poor house immediately collapsed, stirring up a sky full of dust!

  Fang Lin calmly thought to himself on the side, he naturally wouldn't let go of this great opportunity, and with three steps becoming two, he rushed into the church, directly clashing swords with a terrified masked servant - - - - - - - then saw Marina who had fainted lying flat on the altar.

  At this time, two barbaric and rough warriors were heard fighting outside, hitting each other's armor with a "clang" sound. Fang Lin hesitated instead, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he re-examined the hidden task he had received, carefully reading the task objective: to help Marce see Marina, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

  As Fang Lin approached Marina one step closer, she slowly woke up. Seeing a familiar person, she instinctively rushed over to hug him and cried:

  "Roland! Have you come to rescue me? Jack and the others are all dead!"

  The slow way of Fang Lin

  "Yes, I came with Marceau to rescue you."

  Marina's face suddenly showed a look of horror:

  "Marce! Has he donned that accursed armor imbued with demonic power once more?"

  Fang Lin nodded and said with profound meaning:

  "For this lovely angel, he would rather fall into devilry. Our love will be witnessed eternally in this church."

  Marina hadn't even had time to think carefully, when she suddenly felt a chill in her abdomen. In that instant, Fang Lin had thrust the short sword in his hand from top to bottom, stabbing into Marina's lower abdomen and pushing it all the way up until it almost reached her throat!

  No one can survive after being injured like this.

  So she died abruptly and directly. Her round eyes were filled with pain, unwillingness, and doubt. Fang Lin then quickly and calmly tore Marina's skirt, pretending to have experienced intense struggle, deliberately exposing her thighs, the snow-white thighs and dark red blood formed a sharp contrast. Fang Lin also intentionally added some injuries to his own body, picked her up and walked towards the outside of the church.

  As he passed by the corpse of the masked slave, Fang Lin, expressionless, also stepped on the throat of the corpse with one foot, crushing the laryngeal prominence and cervical vertebrae into powder. He was so careful that he wanted to eliminate all possibilities of this matter being leaked out.

  The entire area had become a wasteland, and under the clash of these two steel giants, few buildings from this era could withstand their back-and-forth collisions.

  Marsellus was clearly at a disadvantage, one corner of his helmet had been knocked off, and there were cracks in many places on his black armor. A large amount of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his thick beard. Splattered all over his black heavy armor!

  Fang Lin rushed out with Marina in his arms, looking extremely sorrowful and said painfully:

  "Mercy! I'm too late! They wanted to insult Marina, she refused to submit, and that masked slave saw me rush in, in the confusion... he... he killed her!"

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