Musou Knight: Crow of Cinders-Chapter 45: Crow VS Troturre 2

Chapter 45 - Crow VS Troturre 2

Troturre recoiled and covered his bare neck with his hands. The idiot took a step back and glared at me in disbelief.

The dragon seal in my cloth reacted as commanded. A surge of energy flowed into me, refilling my lost musou energy. I connected the motion and pivoted my stance. With a backhanded horizontal swing, flame erupted, and a crescent energy blade expanded.

The shockwave hit Troturre in his stomach and knocked him backward three more steps. His armor and clothing burst into flames. The soldiers behind him were cut in two from the waist down or engulfed in hellfire.

"YOU SON OF A HARLOT!"

How dare he speak in caps?!

Troturre roared and unleashed his wind aura. He brandished his halberd, and a small tornado manifested around him.

This was where he made his mistake. This game featured an elemental advantage system. Wind beat earth. Earth beat water. Water beat fire, and fire beat wind. Knights could defeat higher-level opponents if they played their cards right. Even a level 1 knight could defeat a level 4 if the player had mastered the opponent’s attack patterns.

Level 5 guys, Zoli, and Louis were the exceptions, though. Those guys could AOE-nuke players to smithereens. I had no counter to those cheat-like musou attacks.

As for Troturre? Pfft. He was just a generic soul-game boss to me. As long as his level was under five, he was killable.

Troturre kicked the ground and charged at me, raising his halberd high. If this had been in the game, a counterattack indicator would have flashed in orange, and I could have denied the strike with one button.

I might not have had the same luxury, but I had sixty seconds of infinite musou energy from the dragon seal. I counter-charged and closed the distance. In a split second, our distance dropped to half a meter.

The oppressing aura of Troturre pushed my body backward. Vice versa, my faint energy grazed him too. The burning wounds on Troturre’s neck ignited while I took a step back because of his aura.

Troturre ignored the burn and swung at me.

I jumped to the side and rolled like a soul-game character.

Troturre turned toward me and opened his mouth to yell at his men. However, no air came out of his lungs because of my fire.

Flame erupted, engulfing his head in a fiery explosion. His metal helmet turned red.

Troturre flinched and threw away his helmet, revealing his burning hair. Flame licked his eyes, and he started screaming.

Troturre swung his halberd horizontally, and a massive tornado manifested once more. His soldiers were pulled into the wind current.

As for me, I got back on my feet, but I got sucked into the tornado too. However, because I was exuding fire musou, the flame expanded. The wind tornado became a storm from hell. My kill count rose as Troturre’s men in the tornado caught fire.

Troturre jumped up and lunged at me in midair.

I mustered all strength from my core and abs, spinning like a professional ice skater. During the spin, I gathered my energy into my blade and sent it back at Troturre.

The same flame wind-cutter manifested and cut Troturre’s shoulder, repelling him back.

Losing his momentum, Troturre fell to earth, and the tornado vanished. However, fire sparks in the sky descended along with the burning soldiers.

I fell on my right leg and heard a loud crack. It hurt, but I didn’t have the time to react.

Troturre, ignoring the flame on his face, started spinning like a top. He was using his ultimate move, throwing random energy strikes at me.

Nineteen out of twenty wind slashes weren’t aimed at me. They passed by while I stood still.

The only one wind slash came straight toward my neck.

I gritted my teeth and focused hard. My perception was boosted once more. The world came to a pause.

Bullet Time!

This was why the dragon seal was OP in real life. This move would have consumed all of my musou gauge and forced me to use my ult in two or three seconds.

Mustering my core strength, I ducked.

The wind blade flew over my head. I kicked the ground with my injured foot even though it hurt. Instantly, I closed the distance and got in front of Troturre again.

Another backhanded slash to the neck!

CLANK

As if Troturre had read my thought, he blocked it.

Did I forget to mention that my sword was the sword that spawned from a destroyed crate?

Here was where the elemental advantage kicked in. His halberd shaft turned red and caught fire.

CLANK

Troturre deflected my sword and held the halberd with the half-sword stance. He swung the sharp edge at me.

I concentrated and heightened my perception. The bullet time came back. I pivoted my footing and spun.

Gathering the flame to my sword, I roared and backhand-slashed Troturre’s chest.

CLANK

Unsurprisingly, my sword struck his chest plate, leaving a molten gash. Fire spread throughout Troturre’s body, yet he hadn’t collapsed.

A level 4 knight’s status parameters were crazy. I had struck him a few times already, and he didn’t look like he would fall soon.

I maintained the bullet time and hacked Troturre.

One cut,

Two cuts, 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Four cuts,

Eight cuts,

Sixteen cuts!

After the sixteenth combo, my face swelled, and blood seeped from my eyes. My gums and nose began to bleed. My blood pressure surged, causing me to feel pulsing in my neck and the back of my head.

Everything appeared red to me. My eyes might have been as red as blood.

How long had it been since I activated the dragon seal?

Screw it. One more hit!

I deactivated the bullet time and raised my sword overhead. With my full strength, I hacked down, aiming at Troturre’s forehead.

My burning red sword cut through his skin and hit his skull. Though it failed to cut through his thick bone, my sword traveled down and sliced his forehead, nose, and mouth in half.

The wounds ignited instantly. Flames surged and charred his flesh.

Troturre let out a hoarse screech for the first time. He faltered and stepped backward, dropping his halberd.

I smirked and pushed all strength into my feet to deal the finishing blow.

However, my knees didn’t follow my command. My legs lost all strength, and I fell flat on the ground.

The hard object, my dragon seal, had faded to nothing. The infinite musou fever had ended.

Pain coursed through my veins and muscles. Blood gushed out from my orifices.

"Come on!"

I was pissed.

Just one more hit, and Troturre would have been dead!

While lying on my stomach on the ground, I raised my head and stared at the burning general. He started thrashing and removing his reddened breastplate, arm guards, and other metal armor pieces from himself.

No one came to help him. All his subordinates earlier had either been burned by my musou or killed by Troturre’s skills.

Troturre fell to his knees, yet he was still alive. His facial skin and eyeballs melted into goo.

He crawled toward me. Ten seconds later, he stopped moving.

Troturre was dead.