My Fusion System: Fusing a Thousand Chickens at the Start Chapter 97 - Give Way

Chapter 97: Give Way

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Is that him?”
Sven raised his head to look at the sky before he waved his hand. Immediately, a man in a green-gray robe appeared beside him. He held a piece of parchment with a portrait in his hand and placed it in front of him. After he compared the two, he said, “That’s right, Master. According to the people of the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang, this is the same person who killed Sparrow.”
The bandit’s voice shook. That person had not only killed Sparrow, but he had also killed Veigar. Just how powerful was he?
Light snow fell from the sky as Veigar’s corpse dripped in blood. White and red, snow and blood, the dignified man in the sky looked even more outstanding.
“Veigar is dead. Later, we’ll take the opportunity to recruit his members! The first bird can only see the treasure, but not the danger contained within it. Such a person is young, indeed.”
Sven tapped on the wooden cane in his hand. He furrowed with a smile.
He was different from Veigar. Veigar’s ancestors had been bandits for generations; they were not very knowledgeable. He had been a nobleman in the northern part of the kingdom not far from the border. He was known as the Shabby Baron and had his own territory. However, a plague had ravaged the northern part of the kingdom about ten years ago. More than half of the population in his territory had died, including his wife and two daughters. He was lucky enough to have escaped it.
The kingdom did not offer him any help, and they even ordered troops to his territory and burned it to the ground to prevent the spread of the plague. He was there when they turned his home into ashes overnight.
He changed after that.
He was the only survivor of the plague. He had recruited other people into his Shabby Bandit Gang, and they had hunted near the border for the past few years. Then, with his exceptional skills, the Shabby Bandit Gang had become one of the four main bandit gangs.
Sven did not forget what had happened that year. After an exhaustive investigation, he had found out that someone had deliberately caused the plague. Along with his tragic memory and pain, he wanted to make the kingdom pay for it.
Revenge needed strength.
He did not feel sad when he saw Veigar’s death. Instead, he was a little happy about it because he could take over his territory.
Then, he looked at Lady Gluttony. He sighed discreetly at the leader of the Demoness Bandit Gang. Even though she looked young, she had a cunning streak; she did not follow Veigar into the fight. It would be great if she were to die with him.
As Sven thought about that, he coughed twice and tightened his coat. He learned a special kind of combat aura called the Lost Undead. It could absorb power from the dead and control the corpses—the more people died around him, the stronger he would become. However, there was a price to pay for that—he would become weaker and more inhuman.
That was his trump card. No one knew that after Veigar died, the power from his corpse would gradually flow into his body to increase his strength.
“Not enough people have died. After a few more people die, I will be able to take over everything.” Sven’s gaze was fierce as he thought about that proudly.
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Lady Gluttony also stood to watch as everything unfolded. Her eyes were cold and lifeless.
Veigar’s corpse continued to drip blood from the sky. She was not afraid. Instead, it made her body yearn for flesh and blood.
The Demoness Bandit Gang was different from the other bandit gangs. They believed in the evil god, the primordial witch, and they had many taboos. Their members were all orphans who had been captured and brainwashed since they were young, and they trained in combat daily. Only the survivors could become their official members, and the seven outstanding members were taught the gold-tier Great Sin combat aura to become the bearers of the evil god.
They thought their purpose was glorious.
The seven leaders of the Demoness Bandit Gang were ranked according to the seven great sins, and there could only be seven of them. They could only substitute the leader if they had died. Lady Gluttony remembered when her predecessor had died in her hands; she had devoured her flesh and blood, the woman had died in despair and screams.
“Blood, intestines… this should be the most delicious food in the world. Unfortunately, in this hell hole, we either eat or be eaten. Devouring others will make you stronger.”
Lady Gluttony licked her scarlet lips under the mask, “When I find an opportunity to devour Veigar’s body, I’ll let Sven fight with that mysterious elite. Then, when both of them are injured, I’ll devour them all. That way, I’ll be the strongest in the Demoness Bandit Gang.”
At that moment, her strength in the Demoness Bandit Gang was only in the mid-tier. There were still a few people who were stronger than her. However, that situation would soon change.
When the leaders of the two bandit gangs had schemed against each other, Allen, who hovered in the sky, felt very helpless.
When Veigar charged at the wall by himself, the Blackmoon Knights did not hold back. Each of them punched the bandit leader, and then Allen had been voted to bring Veigar’s body to the remaining bandits to deter them from doing the same thing.
Allen thought that the bandits would charge at him when they noticed that their leader had died. He had thought of a few oppressive lines, and as he said them, he would go 300 rounds with those bandits. He wanted Watson to see his bravery.
However, why did the bandits not play by the rules? None of them moved; how was he supposed to show off?
“Hey—” Allen could not stand the stalemate, so he cleared his throat and was about to speak.
Before he could finish his words, someone had interrupted him.
Sven, who was outside the wall, knocked his crutch and said, “Lady Gluttony, I have a suggestion. Since Brother Veigar is already dead, as his allies, we must avenge him! The Demoness Bandit Gang is stronger than the Shabby Bandit Gang. So why don’t you avenge Brother Veigar? After the deed is done, I’ll let you choose the spoils of war first. How about that?”
“Mr. Sven, you’re flattering me. The Demoness Bandit Gang is only a gathering place for a group of weak and pitiful women. How can we compare to you? Among all the bandit gangs, you’re the one with the highest seniority. Why don’t you give us a demonstration so that I can learn from an outstanding bandit?”
“No, I’m old, and my legs don’t work well. I’d better give this opportunity to you young people.”
“Although I’m not a noble, I know the virtue of respecting the old and cherishing the young. After you, please.”
“After you!”
“After you!”
Sven and Lady Gluttony continued to gesture with their hands. Neither of them moved, and even their subordinates pressed their hands on their weapons. They looked at each other; they did not know what to say. They did not dare to show their impatience either.
“Why are you giving way to each other?”
Allen was the first to be impatient. First, he glanced at the two bandit leaders. Then, finally, he chose Sven. After all, he was a gentleman. If he wanted to show mercy to a lady, he did not need to show the same to an old man.
As he spoke, he lifted Veigar’s body. The sky-blue combat aura wings on his back flapped; he turned into a blue light and fell straight down.
“Looks like we finally have a result.” Lady Gluttony’s tone was filled with pleasure. Sven’s eyes flashed, and it was as if each of his wrinkles was filled with killing intent. He raised the crutch in his hand fiercely. “You chose me first? It looks like you’re underestimating me! If that’s the case, then I’ll send you to hell with one move. Come on, my legion of undead!”