A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1118: Only the Victor Survives

Just as Captain Liu Shouwei was poised for success, a crucial element was missing: the eastern wind.

Suddenly, Yinshan City found itself under siege by a formidable horde.

To be more precise, this wasn’t a simple bandit raid, but a powerful group, exceeding the might of the regular army, storming in with the sole intention of looting!

They were a terrifying sight, clad in the hides of beasts, their feet clad in wolf-skin boots, mounted on formidable Iron-hoof Cavalry. Their hairstyles were bizarre, and they were adorned with strange bone ornaments.

Upon breaching the city gates, they unleashed chaos, slaughtering indiscriminately, their actions marked by burning, killing, and merciless plunder.

The city was swiftly engulfed in flames that clawed at the very sky!

The citizens’ desperate cries, the wails of children, the brutal clang of steel, and the sickening sound of flesh being rent.

All these sounds mingled into a cacophony of pure terror.

Liu Shouwei stood in stunned disbelief.

"What is this… what is going on?!"

"Someone! Someone, come quickly!"

Several of his 'Dogheaded' advisors hurried to his side, their faces drained of color, their bodies quivering, utterly consumed by fear!

"M-Master, these individuals appear to be from Western Xia!"

"Master, we must make our escape immediately! If we delay, it will be too late!"

"M-Master, hurry back and gather your belongings! I know a small…"

Before the advisor could utter the word 'path,' his head was already severed from his body.

A geyser of blood erupted, resembling a crimson waterfall cascading downwards, drenching everything in its dark, bloody spray.

Before anyone could fully comprehend the horrific event, a warm splash landed on their faces and bodies.

After a moment of stunned silence, they exchanged terrified glances, their bodies slick with blood.

Then, their eyes fell upon the corpse before them, its head gone, still twitching and gurgling as blood pulsed from the severed neck.

A chorus of the most ghastly screams erupted!

"Ah!"

"Ah!!"

"Ah!!!"

Liu Shouwei’s eyes rolled back, and he promptly fainted.

The remaining advisors, witnessing this turn of events, quickly followed suit, feigning unconsciousness.

At that precise moment.

A fearsome warrior, draped in opulent animal pelts and sporting a variety of braided hairstyles, strode into the scene.

First, he surveyed the decapitated body at his feet with an air of profound satisfaction.

Then, he casually kicked the head, which he had expertly severed with a flung blade.

Finally, he ran a fond hand along the wickedly gleaming Silver Moon Blade in his grasp.

"Not bad!"

"As expected, my Silver Moon Blade never fails!"

After this exclamation, he scanned his surroundings.

His gaze settled upon the 'fainted' corrupt officials.

He found them utterly uninteresting.

"Are they this easily spooked? Truly a pathetic collection of useless fools."

"In that case, let's just send them on their way then!"

"Once my Silver Moon Blade is drawn, it must taste blood! The more blood it consumes, the stronger it becomes!"

"Sending you lot off today is just a good meal for it!"

He lightly traced a finger along the razor-thin edge of the blade, calmly raising his scimitar.

"Ah! Spare me, Master, spare me!"

One of the advisors unexpectedly 'awakened,' desperately pleading for his life.

His body convulsed uncontrollably, like a sieve, his fear so great he lost all bodily control.

The man paused his Silver Moon scimitar in mid-swing.

"Oh? One of you has awakened?"

With those words, two more advisors 'came to,' frantically begging for their lives.

"Master, please spare my miserable life, I will do anything for you!"

"Master, as long as you spare me, I shall be your lifelong servant, to do with as you please!"

Their state was little better than the first advisor’s.

An overwhelming instinct for survival propelled them to shed every shred of dignity.

The warrior observed them, a flicker of contemplation crossing his face.

"You all wish to live?"

They nodded with frantic vehemence!

"Then… what about my Silver Moon? She is hungry, you see…"

He looked down at his Silver Moon Blade with genuine concern.

For the warriors of Western Xia, their weapons were as precious as their own lives.

Women were akin to mere clothing, but their weapons were cherished like vital limbs, the very foundation of their existence and survival.

A formidable weapon could be exchanged for countless women.

Even among brothers, a coveted weapon could sever ties, turning close companions into bitter rivals.

Their lives were bound to the blade; by the sword they would live, and by the sword they would perish.

A reliable weapon was beyond price, a constant companion through life's journey.

Thus…

The warrior's heartache was palpable and entirely sincere!

After a period of intense deliberation, he reached a difficult conclusion.

"Silver Moon, could you perhaps eat a little less today? Please, leave just one for me?"

His tone was gentle, almost tender, as if addressing a beloved paramour.

Those below were close to tears, bewildered.

'What is this lunatic rambling about, talking to a broken sword? Is he completely mad!'

Abruptly, he continued speaking.

"I have already come to an agreement with Silver Moon; among you, only one shall be permitted to live!"

"…!!!"

There was no time to ponder his sanity; the immediate imperative was to beg for mercy!

The advisors scrambled desperately, each vying to be the first to plead.

"Master, me! I am willing to do anything for you, I implore you, spare me!"

"Get out of the way!"

Another shoved him aside, his own eagerness to pledge fealty burning bright.

"Master, choose me. I have lived here my whole life, I know every inch of this place! My knowledge of the surrounding terrain for a hundred miles is unparalleled, just spare my life!"

The last advisor refused to be outdone.

He surged forward, kicking the other two aside, and immediately knelt, prostrating himself in desperate supplication.

"Master, choose me! I know even more than he does. I... I will be your most loyal servant!"

"Yes... yes, I even know martial arts, Master! I know martial arts!"

He exclaimed, desperately extending his lanky legs."

Flailing wildly in mid-air, he seemed completely unaware of his own madness.

"Get lost! You know nothing!"

"Nonsense! You dare to compare your skills with mine?"

"You two are utterly useless; I am the strongest one here!"

They hurled insults at each other, each desperately touting their own value.

Before long, they were locked in a fierce struggle, their eyes burning with rage, much like roosters in a fighting pit.

The imposing man suddenly found the scene quite amusing.

On a sudden impulse, he sat on a nearby chair, casually tossing a cumbersome head aside. He then casually announced:

"The three of you duel. The victor lives!"

Upon hearing this decree, the three instantly turned on their former companions.

Scratching, biting, kicking, and punching with savage intensity, they showed absolutely no mercy.

In the end, a cunning advisor emerged victorious through his agile maneuvers, securing the chance to survive.

Meanwhile, the other two met their grim demise.

Their fate mirrored that of the first advisor: beheaded, their bodies buried and forgotten.

Liu Shouwei slowly began to regain consciousness.

The moment his eyes fluttered open, he witnessed heads scattered everywhere. One had even come to rest by his foot, its eyes wide with terror.

Overcome with fear, he promptly fainted once more!

The man brandishing the blade gazed down upon him with utter contempt.

Just as he was about to dispatch this cowardly wretch and send him to meet Yama, the surviving advisor intervened.

"Sir! Master!!"

"This man is the Captain of Yinshan City!"

"He has served faithfully for decades and knows every blade of grass and tree in this place!"

"Keeping him alive might still prove useful!"

The imposing man considered the words, and indeed, sheathed his gleaming scimitar.

"Very well, spare him for now!"

Then, he looked at his blade with a hint of sorrow.

"My apologies, Silver Moon. I will take you out to kill later. Just hold on a little longer!"

With that, he instructed the surviving advisor to keep watch over Liu Shouwei.

Impatiently, the man himself was eager to depart.