Chapter 6

Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

“I choose Crusader’s Strike.”

Fang Zheng really wanted to choose Frost Strike, but thinking about it, he decided on the crusader one instead. The reason was simple. He could imagine that the people in his primary world had already discovered the knights he’d killed. Fang Zheng wasn’t sure just how much info they could find using only that corpse, but they’d at least reach some conclusions. If he had Frost Strike, he’d be attracting attention that much easier. The Death Knight class came from the same place as the Lich King, so any person with a brain would be able to make the connection after seeing Fang Zheng in battle a couple of times. Rather than make it obvious for those Holy Knights, he might as well go the opposite direction and use a holy ability instead to pat off all suspicion.

A ding sounded right after Fang Zheng made his choice. His eyes blurred a bit, and information appeared in his brain that he’d never seen before, followed by another message.

You have acquired: Crusader’s Strike

Special ability: Crusader’s Strike

Skill level: D (Beginner)

Improvement available

Improvement?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng opened the menu screen. Below ‘Crusader’s Strike’, there was a grey progression bar, split into five levels. Fang Zheng extended his hand and tapped it and another message appeared.

Use Dimensional Points to improve skills?

“No.”

Fang Zheng decided to leave the upgrade for now. As the developer of this entire system, Fang Zheng naturally knew what he was dealing with. Dimensional Points were very valuable, and judging by Fang Zheng’s design, 10 Dimensional Points were enough to summon a Soulstone. The Dimensional Codex he held in his hand right now wasn’t something one could cash in real money for in-game money, after all. Common sense told him that since there wasn’t any in-game purchases option. Since he was in the game world himself, he had to keep these points for those times where he could open random loot crates. These needed to be saved up.

This was a sort of a gamer’s discipline, after all.

After completing all this, Fang Zheng shut the system down and looked around. He seemed to have taken a long time thinking things over, but time hadn’t progressed over half a minute, yet the soldiers were cleaning up the undead and preparing for the next fight. The victory from before had raised their originally low morale, though they didn’t look too enthusiastic either.

From Fang Zheng’s view, though, that was as natural as it got. There were undead everywhere, and there weren’t nearly enough men here in Tristram to deal with it. Relying on the town’s defense may be able to get them through a tough time or two, but they’d fall without question if the undead joined together.

All they could do now was struggle.

Heavy footsteps pounding the ground could be heard. The militia stopped what they were doing and looked over. Soon, a figure appeared before them; a woman wearing heavy white armor, with a longsword and shield. Looking at this classic attire, Fang Zheng didn’t even need to guess who she was.

Crusader!

The Nephalem had arrived!

Under Fang Zheng’s gaze, the Crusader just walked forward until she arrived in front of Rumford. Putting down her shield, she nodded at him.

“I am a Crusader of Zakarum. I saw a comet fall into this town.”

“Crusader?”

Hearing the name, Rumford seemed to let out a breath of relief, shrugging afterward.

“It fell on the roof of an old church. There’s only one survivor, Leah. You should talk to her…”

But, the captain couldn’t even finish his words when a militia called out sharply.

“Captain, they’re back!”

“What?”

Hearing the militia’s shout, Rumford froze and looked out. The ground started rising, and after that, one after the other, grey-white bodies of the undead climbed out and started waddling in their direction.

“Damn!”

Seeing that scene, Rumford frowned and charged.

“Let’s get the door open for you after we deal with these undead! Men, charge!”

Fang Zheng held Frostmourne once more, but this time, his gaze toward the undead was one of excitement.

He’d just learned the Crusader’s Strike! These undead weren’t much of a threat anymore!

With that thought, Fang Zheng took on one of the undead, holding up Frostmourne and swinging it down.

Crusader’s Strike!

As the ability activated, Fang Zheng saw Frostmourne’s blade glow a brilliant, golden light and his sword cut the undead down just like that. As Frostmourne hit the undead, Fang Zheng felt clearly a strength that seemed to be blessed by God himself, that strength gathered on the blade, and exploded in a burst!

A thundering of the impact and Fang Zheng felt as if the sword was a huge mace instead. The undead that had suffered the brunt of this divine blow burst into pieces, and Fang Zheng could even see the tough and hard body crack into many lines, exploding with golden light. 

After that, the divine cross symbol appeared above the undead, and with a final howl, flew out, torn apart into tatters.

“…”

The process didn’t take five seconds, but Fang Zheng still stood there, speechless.

This was the Crusader’s Strike?

This insanely cool special effect, the golden light, this was his normal attack now?

Was he on ultra-high graphics or something? 

Was this a limited edition of Arthas’ royal Crusader’s Strike?

This look didn’t seem right at all!

Fang Zheng may have cut down one undead, but his success attracted the rage of the others. Soon after, he saw a couple of undead give up on their original targets and they all waddled over to him. He had to admit, these undead would be trouble in numbers even if they weren’t a threat now.

But, Fang Zheng was no longer the old Fang Zheng. After acquiring the Crusader’s Strike skill, a series of knowledge about battles and skills appeared in his mind. He didn’t choose to back down. He used the opening before these undead formed a surrounding circle, taking a gap and striking Frostmourne at one of the targets!

The brilliant divine light shone on Frostmourne once more, and he could even feel a certain dislike from Frostmourne itself. Well, this was a weapon of mass destruction, and not only was it being forced to kill undead forces, the wielder was using holy light, of all things!

Frostmourne now was basically a troubled blade, helpless in its situation.

But Fang Zheng didn’t have the luxury to cheer a mourning blade up. He eyed the undead and struck down again, bursting it away. He rolled on the ground to avoid two undead attacks and swiped up behind him, causing a ray of golden light as the two undead flew out as well.

Just as he took a breath and got ready to get back into battle again, a battle cry sounded.

“For Zakarum!”

The next instant, Fang Zheng saw the armored Crusader hold her shield and charge into the battlefield!