Chapter 392 - - 389 First Battle_1

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Good people?

Who believes that?

Human nature is selfish.

Undeniably, heroes do emerge within a group.

But such people should not appear among these prisoners.

Among these individuals, Duge trusted only the naive Simon and the impulsive Li En.

One should empathize.

If I can deceive others, can’t they do the same?

Having walked the Alien Battlefield, if he had believed everything everyone said, he would have died ten thousand times over.

Among these people were fraudsters, villains, murderers…

To achieve such a feat, one must exert more effort and wisdom than the average person.

They might be moved by a moment of justice, but they would never sacrifice their lives for it, and neither would a ten-star Martial Spirit.

Duge would rather believe that every person was a performing artist.

But he couldn’t let his image of integrity collapse.

No matter if the other person was acting or not, he had to play along.

Duge firmly believed that as long as he continued to portray a man of integrity, and maintained a rapid pace of growth, unleashing the power that a ten-star Martial Spirit should have, then the people around him, no matter their original thoughts, would eventually become good people.

Leaders set the tone, and followers intensify it—such is the principle.

Duge looked at Lass with a righteous tone, “Lass, I won’t give up on anyone.”

Lass returned his gaze, nodded slightly, and then refrained from saying more.

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“Holley, I think we should set a fire to create some chaos, to facilitate our escape,” a prisoner with a full beard suggested.

“What’s your name?” Duge turned to him, asking.

“Lott Hada,” the bearded prisoner said.

“Lott, I don’t want to hear such words a second time,” Duge turned to him, his eyes sharp, “We cannot bring disaster to others just to save ourselves.”

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Lott Hada.

Pedantic!

That was the collective sentiment of many.

An upright and noble person is respected, but if one were to label that good quality as pedantic, it becomes synonymous with stupidity.

If Holley were truly such a character, even with a ten-star Martial Spirit, he wouldn’t get far.

Many prisoners who were planning to follow Duge furrowed their brows in unison.

But now, no one faltered, as only Duge, Lass, and Ole were the ones with combat power.

They had to rely on Duge to escape the prison.

The more pedantic Duge was, the more they felt relieved.

“Holley, the value of people differs, if sacrificing the interests of a few can save a great sage, then it’s worth it, just like you sacrificed your own people for the Kingdom of Lucerne,” another prisoner advised tentatively.

Just look, the prison is full of talents, and someone already knows how to use integrity correctly…

With this group of scoundrels around, it’s hard not to make him look noble!

Duge frowned again: “What you said is not wrong, but I can’t go against my conscience.”

“Alright then!”

The person who suggested the plan shrugged his shoulders, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes, and he said no more.

Duge glanced back at him, shaking his head inwardly. The foolish natives, why can’t they be more crafty?

I can’t go against my conscience, but can’t you?

You can set the fire, and at most, I’ll chastise you. It’s not like I could actually kill you, right?

If you don’t learn to take the heat for your leader, how can they possibly rely on you?

Alas!

Duge sighed: “Let’s go, we need to get out.”

The group proceeded mightily towards the outside of the prison, first alarming the petty criminals held on the perimeter. Amidst the commotion of the petty criminals, the guards outside were quickly alerted.

“Prison break of the felons.”

A guard cried out, and immediately, the sound of bells echoed throughout the prison.

All the guards quickly assembled; the archers in the towers aimed their crossbows at Duge and the others, cutting off their retreat.

“Retreat, retreat.”

“Everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down. One more step forward, and you will be executed without mercy.”

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Each patrolling squad had ten people, with three squads totaling thirty, each one wielding a sword and shield, they formed an interception array, ready for battle.

The captains of the three squads stood at the front, displaying their Martial Spirits.

The captain in the center had a coiling golden snake for his Martial Spirit, the captain to his left had a Longsword, and the one on his right had a falcon.

And behind them, the guards too had manifested their Martial Spirits.

Those Martial Spirits included daggers, rocks, and even small grass and lambs—a messy array of everything one could imagine that readily betrayed their weakness.

The captain of the warriors with the Golden Snake Martial Spirit looked towards Duge, who stood at the very front, with a face full of confusion, “Holley?”

“Captain, I have no desire to cause further casualties,” Duge glanced at him, resolutely revealing his own Martial Spirit.

And then,

Lass and Ole also manifested their Martial Spirits.

Lass’s Martial Spirit was a golden four-winged Angel that floated in the air. When she spread her wings, which spanned over three meters, they seemed almost tangible, instantly imposing a significant pressure on everyone present.

Under the Angel’s light, Duge’s Sea God Martial Spirit seemed somewhat dim.

But in that moment,

All eyes were drawn to the Sea God.

“Sea God?”

“A ten-star Martial Spirit?”

Surprised voices arose from the two captains opposite them.

“That’s right, a ten-star Martial Spirit,” Duge gave a smile, “Captains, my mission does not allow me to die here, please let me leave.”

“Impossible.” The captain with the Golden Snake Martial Spirit, Brown, sweat beading on his forehead, lifted his Longsword, “Even if you possess a ten-star Martial Spirit, you’re still unforgivable scum. Letting you go will only result in more people getting hurt…”

“Brown,” Simon couldn’t help but say, “Holley isn’t scum, he is a great man…”

“Shut up,” Brown interrupted him, his gaze fixed on Lass, he shouted, “Everyone prepare for battle, we cannot let a felon escape.”

As he spoke, the Golden Snake behind him suddenly swelled into a colossal golden python dozens of meters long.

The python reared up, aiming at Lass’s four-winged Angel, ready to strike at any moment.

The captain with the great sword Martial Spirit had a silver sword now resting in his palm.

The captain whose Martial Spirit was a Peregrine Falcon had its wings spread, circling upwards…

On Duge’s side,

The Lightning Leopard behind Ole grew in size, its front half lowered, baring its fangs, poised to attack…

The four-winged Angel spread her hands, and Holy Light poured from her palms, falling onto Duge and the others.

Everyone’s spirits were lifted.

Duge felt his attributes had at least doubled.

This is the power of Martial Spirits!

Ever since Holley’s awakening of the Martial Spirit failed, he became extremely averse to Martial Spirits, and hardly anyone would reveal their Martial Spirits around him.

So, this was the first time Duge truly felt the capabilities of Martial Spirits.

They were almost like the advanced skills linked with keywords.

Considering the success rate of Martial Spirit awakenings and not randomly getting a good keyword, an Alien Warrior’s survival in this world would be incredibly difficult.

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Blessed with Holy Light,

Ole’s spirits soared. Taking the lead, he leaped out from behind Duge, with the Lightning Leopard dashing behind him, its speed seemingly bestowed upon him, whipping past the crowd like a swift breeze.

Ole weaved through the midst of the crossbowmen, his arms swinging consecutively.

In the blink of an eye, he knocked all of their crossbows to the ground.

But he couldn’t reach the crossbowmen on the towers.

As soon as Brown gave his orders, those guards had pulled their triggers, firing arrows toward the prisoners behind Duge. Knowing they were no match for the samurais with Martial Spirits, they naturally aimed to strike first at the prisoners whose Martial Spirits were still sealed.

In a thought, Duge’s Sea God raised his scepter, and a wall of water appeared out of thin air, blocking all the arrows.

There was an uproar from the prisoners behind Duge.

“He’s already awakened his Soul Skills?”

Seeing the water wall, Old Gao muttered to himself and swallowed hard, “Is this the power of a ten-star Martial Spirit?”

“Guys, let’s break out,” someone in the midst of the prisoners behind Duge yelled out.

Seizing the pause when the bows were blocked, they charged toward the prison guards, whose ranks had been disrupted by Ole, and engaged in battle with them.

Although their Martial Spirits were sealed, their physical strength and combat instincts were still intact, so taking on these ordinary guards was not a problem.

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“Kira, let’s join forces against the Angel. Luther, go inform the warden.” Brown, the captain with the Golden Snake Martial Spirit, didn’t pay attention to the unarmed prisoners. Assessing the situation, he gave his commands and then unleashed a Soul Skill, “Death Coil.”

The massive python, tens of meters long, shot out in an instant, entwining itself around the sanctified Angel.

Lass looked at the python that had wrapped around her and chuckled lightly, “Judgement.”

In a flash,

Countless dazzling rays of light emanated from behind the Angel.

These rays like arrows pierced through the attacking python, riddling it with holes and dissolving it into specks of light that faded into the air.

As the Martial Spirit shattered, Brown let out a scream of agony, spewing blood and falling to the ground.

“Did you really think my six-star Martial Spirit was for show?” Lass shook her head, looking at the man with the Martial Spirit of a great sword, “Make way, I don’t want to kill the innocent.”

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