My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon-Chapter 167 - 141: Singled Out

Viscount Montagu, who had already fallen into the pit trap, used some unknown means. A crimson light suddenly erupted from within the pit, and a moment later, his black steed whinnied and leaped clean out.

The sight made even Fang Zhen stare for an extra second.

'Is he trying to be Zhao Zilong?'

'No, it's an Extraordinary Item.'

Fang Zhen quickly realized that Montagu must have some kind of Extraordinary Item at his disposal.

It wasn't strange for a Viscount to have a few life-saving Extraordinary Items, especially a powerful noble like Viscount Montagu.

After leaping out of the pit trap, Montagu let out a furious roar.

The roar echoed through the Dark Forest, sending startled night birds scattering into the air.

After venting his fury with a wild roar, Montagu still couldn't spot Fang Zhen hidden among the trees.

With no specific target for his rage, Montagu could only bottle it up and spur his horse onward. It seemed he intended to reach Redstone Town as quickly as possible and unleash his towering wrath through slaughter.

Behind him, two Quasi-Knights followed.

With Montagu having scouted ahead and caused the camouflage over the pit trap to collapse, the two Quasi-Knights slowed their horses, intending to ride around it.

But just as the Quasi-Knight on the right side of the trail began to maneuver around the pit, his horse's hoof suddenly triggered a mechanism.

A tripwire lay hidden in the dirt, pinned down by a trigger mechanism and attached to a bent branch that served as a spring.

As the Quasi-Knight passed over, he disturbed the mechanism, causing the tripwire to snap taut.

The Quasi-Knight's white horse shied, rearing violently with a panicked whinny.

Caught completely by surprise and weighed down by heavy armor, the Quasi-Knight lost his balance in the sudden chaos. He tumbled sideways and fell directly into the pit trap, which was lined with sharpened wooden stakes.

The sickening thud of something being pierced immediately followed, along with a muffled groan.

The Quasi-Knight in the pit wasn't dead yet; he cried out to his companion for help.

But as they say, when it rains, it pours. The warhorse that had thrown the Quasi-Knight lost its footing; its hind legs slipped, and it tumbled backward over the edge of the pit.

The full weight of the warhorse came down on the screaming Quasi-Knight inside the pit.

On top of the sharpened stakes below.

The agonized screams of both horse and man rang out together.

The other Quasi-Knight, seeing what happened, was visibly terrified.

Instead of helping his companion, he reined his warhorse in, carefully controlling its speed for fear of triggering another trap.

His fears were immediately confirmed when another tripwire snapped up from the ground. But this time, the Quasi-Knight was prepared. His warhorse wasn't startled and merely took two steps back.

The Quasi-Knight breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could even feel relieved, a contraption flew out from the dark forest—a row of thick, sharpened branches lashed together like a pointed raft. Pulled by a rope, it swung toward him like a giant pendulum.

A combination trap!

The trigger for the second part of the trap was connected to the tripwire; setting it off initiated a deadly sequence.

This time, the Quasi-Knight's luck ran out. He reacted a step too slow, and the pointed bundle of logs slammed into his waist.

The impact was powerful enough to instantly crumple the armor at his waist. He was knocked clean off his horse and sent tumbling into the pit trap as well.

The first Quasi-Knight, who might have still been clinging to life below, let out another pained cry that sounded more like a death rattle—more air going out than coming in.

The second Quasi-Knight was injured, but not fatally. With his companion's body and the warhorse to break his fall, he could still climb out. The guiding principle was simple: better my companion die than me.

But just then, from his position deep in the woods, Fang Zhen produced a Molotov Cocktail. He had already lit the fuse. Taking a few running steps followed by a hop to build momentum, he hurled it in a high arc.

The lit Molotov Cocktail sailed through the air in a perfect parabola, its landing point precisely aimed at the pit trap.

Precision Throw.

In the military, the mark of an elite grenadier was a 93.4-meter throw. Some exceptionally talented individuals could even surpass a hundred meters; people called them "human mortars."

Fang Zhen was throwing a Molotov Cocktail, which was more difficult to throw than a grenade. Despite this, he hurled it a distance of over sixty meters.

The accuracy of the landing was outrageous; it smashed squarely inside the pit trap.

The true power of the Precision Throw skill wasn't as apparent at short range, but its effectiveness over long distances was undeniable.

Controlling the landing point with such accuracy from that far away was astonishing.

In the military, he'd be an ace grenadier without a doubt.

The Molotov Cocktail shattered on impact.

In an instant, the pit trap became a raging inferno.

The two Quasi-Knights and the warhorse inside were instantly set ablaze, covered in inextinguishable flames as they shrieked in agony.

But the screams didn't last long.

The Molotov Cocktail was simply too powerful. In such an intense blaze, they would be incapacitated in seconds and carbonized in just over ten. There was no chance of survival.

Fang Zhen remained perfectly calm.

Having faced death so many times, he had grown increasingly detached from such scenes.

He could even afford to be flippant.

After all, the dead were his enemies.

"Damn you! You animal! I've found you!"

A roar erupted from just over twenty meters away.

It was Viscount Montagu.

By throwing the Molotov Cocktail to kill the two Quasi-Knights, Fang Zhen had also revealed his location.

Spotting Fang Zhen, Montagu wheeled his horse around and charged.

However, in the dense forest, a Heavy Armored Knight couldn't press his advantage. Montagu was unable to build up to a full, unstoppable charge.

But Fang Zhen seemed to have already prepared for this.

In just a few long strides, he reached a forked tree branch where he had a compound crossbow mounted.

This was the ambush point he had selected ahead of time.

The mounted compound crossbow was aimed directly at the charging Montagu.

To be precise, it was aimed at Montagu's warhorse.

Montagu was only twenty-some meters from Fang Zhen, but Fang Zhen wasn't the least bit flustered.

He even had time to make a fine adjustment to the compound crossbow's angle.

A sensation like an electric current surged through Fang Zhen's body.

This was the sensation of a passive critical strike being triggered.

Fang Zhen went with the feeling, made one last minute adjustment to the angle, and then pulled the compound crossbow's trigger.

"WHOOSH!"

To shoot the rider, first shoot the horse. To catch the brigands, first catch the king.

The Crossbow Arrow flashed by like a ray of light, striking Montagu's magnificent black steed with pinpoint accuracy.

It was an armor-piercing Crossbow Arrow. It instantly shattered the black steed's head armor, plunging more than three inches deep right into the center of its forehead.

The magnificent black steed didn't even let out a whinny of pain. It dropped to its front knees and died instantly, throwing Montagu from its back.

The ferocity of his charge was matched only by the wretchedness of his fall.

Clad in full heavy armor and carrying a massive weapon, Montagu hit the ground with a sickening crunch that would set one's teeth on edge.

It was only because Montagu was a Fallen Knight, with what amounted to a boss template in this instance, that he survived. A regular Knight would have broken several bones from a fall like that, taking them out of the fight before it even began.

Having landed the hit, Fang Zhen immediately retreated.

He didn't even spare a glance for the compound crossbow.

The compound crossbow was powerful, yes, but reloading it was too slow, and Fang Zhen couldn't afford to wait.

He left the compound crossbow there for now; he had several other weapon caches prepared throughout the woods.

In truth, Fang Zhen had been tempted to aim directly for Montagu's face, but his intuition told him the Viscount surely had an ace up his sleeve. A shot to the man himself would certainly not have been fatal.

If the shot wasn't fatal, Fang Zhen would be at a major disadvantage in mobility against a mounted opponent.

So he decided to follow his gut: first, kill Montagu's mount and bring the Fallen Knight's mobility down to his own level.

While Montagu was still tumbling on the ground, struggling to get back up, Fang Zhen had already turned and run toward the next weapon cache.

He hadn't placed his long spear here, as he wasn't prepared to make this spot the final battleground.

Running with a long spear in this terrain would just slow him down.

Fang Zhen refused to believe that Montagu, clad in heavy plate and carrying a giant weapon, could possibly run faster than he could in light armor and empty-handed.

Montagu rolled a few times on the ground. Though it looked wretched, the movement effectively dispersed the force of his fall.

Montagu pushed himself to his feet, the vicious red light in his eyes glowing like lanterns before the Gate of Hell.

The tyrannical Viscount had never suffered such a humiliating defeat.

Tonight, in less than ten minutes, Montagu had lost more than half of his elite soldiers. Four of the five Quasi-Knights he had spent so long cultivating were dead, and his long-time companion warhorse had perished here as well.

Even if Montagu hadn't lost everything, his strength and influence had suffered a devastating blow, one that would even affect his ambitions to dominate the neighboring noble territories.

At that moment, Montagu's blood-red eyes were fixed on Fang Zhen's retreating back. He swore to torture this enemy—the man who had shattered his elite force and his dreams of conquest—until he was no longer recognizable as human. He would show him what a true hell on earth was before tearing him limb from limb and scattering his ashes to the wind.

Montagu let out a guttural, bestial roar and began to chase after Fang Zhen with heavy strides.

Fang Zhen ran nimbly ahead, the sound of heavy footfalls echoing from behind him.

He even had enough stamina to glance over his shoulder whenever the path ahead was clear.

Montagu had broken into a run.

The enraged Viscount was a little slow to start in his heavy armor, but once he built up momentum, he moved like a charging black tank.

At six-foot-three, Montagu had long legs, and his strength and stamina were far beyond the scope of an ordinary person. He was actually able to sprint in plate armor, his speed not much slower than Fang Zhen's.

Seeing that Montagu could move that fast, Fang Zhen let out a quiet sigh.

He had originally intended to run to the weapon cache with the compound bow. The plan was that if Montagu proved to be slow, he would play the part of a Forest Ranger, using his superior night vision and the compound bow's high, flexible rate of fire and powerful armor-piercing ability to kite the Viscount and turn him into a human pincushion.

But Montagu wasn't slow, just less agile. It would be difficult to kite him in a straight chase like this, and the forest terrain was indeed unfavorable for archery.

Fang Zhen also keenly sensed that Montagu hadn't completely lost his vision, but possessed some kind of awareness. He could judge this from the fact that the Viscount was able to stay locked on to him without crashing into any large trees.

Fang Zhen sighed to himself. 'It seems the easiest method won't be enough to kill Montagu.'

'Guess it's time for Plan B.'

He made a sharp turn, running toward the weapon cache where he'd left his long spear.