Under the night sky, in the deserted ruins of Shield District, the Blood Mystic gently turned around and stroked the black Kilika.
In the next moment, the dense shell on the spider-like Kilika's body began to tear, change shape, and expand. Its black exterior began to turn red, and a dozen blood-red tentacles formed from human limbs extended from its body, growing larger and larger!
Kilika's body grew larger until it turned into the blood-red hydra that Thales had seen before. Like a giant squid that was dozens of meters tall, it shook its tentacles and let out a strange whistling sound.
"Find that child."
Giza's madness and stubbornness just now disappeared without a trace as the purplish red markings on her face faded.
At that moment, she was quiet and peaceful, like an ordinary and innocent girl. The Mystic gently stroked Kilika, her tone light and gentle. "You know his scent, understand his presence, and are familiar with his bloodline …"
Giza exhaled softly, her expression strange. "Belongs to that fellow's bloodline.
"That guy that you want to eat even in your dreams."
The hydra's dozen or so giant tentacles trembled at the same time, and there was a sizzling sound of flesh and blood rubbing against each other.
* Boom! *
The tentacles fell with a loud bang, creating dozens of deep ravines in the ruins. Smoke and dust rose into the air.
Giza laughed. She looked at the terrifying Kilika with a doting gaze, as if she was looking at an angry puppy wagging its tail.
"Go. Find him."
The girl-next-door Giza paused for a second before she opened her mouth slightly and exhaled softly. "Before he becomes a Mystic …
"Kill him."
'Even if it means destroying all of Dragon Clouds City.
'Even if it means exposing myself.
'Even if …'
Kilika's huge body once again let out a strange, unsettling sizzling sound.
In the next second, its dozen or so blood-red tentacles plunged into the ground one after another from different directions!
* Bang! Bang! Bang! *
Its flesh and blood seemed to be multiplying endlessly, continuously extending the length of its tentacles and digging into the ground!
Suddenly, Giza narrowed her eyes and turned her head with a solemn expression.
A figure suddenly appeared in the smoke and dust stirred up by Kilika, slowly walking towards the Mystic.
Giza exhaled softly.
'As expected, I've wasted too much time.'
The silhouette in the smoke and dust approached slowly, one step at a time.
The Blood Mystic closed her eyes and shook her head gently. "Hmm, he actually evacuated the people in the surrounding districts …"
"Raikaru's descendants aren't completely useless."
At this moment.
Boom!
A medium-sized tentacle suddenly shot out from the ground beside the figure.
Amidst the smoke and dust, tentacles broke through the ground and attacked the uninvited guest!
However, the figure in the smoke only moved slightly.
"Chi!"
The sound of a weapon piercing flesh could be heard.
The next moment.
Giza's expression changed drastically. She fell to her knees!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The Blood Mystic screamed in pain!
— —
"Boom!"
In the districts adjacent to Shield District, more than ten huge, blood-red tentacles broke out of the ground again!
For example, in the Sword District, which was the closest to the few noble districts, there was a huge tentacle like this. After it destroyed a stone house on top, it broke through the soil and rocks, and shot towards the sky.
The moment it came out of the ground, the heads of these terrifying tentacles, which were formed by bloody human bodies, suddenly burst open and scattered into countless smaller tentacles.
The small tentacles first stopped in the air and slowly turned around, occasionally trembling once or twice.
It was as if they were …
Sniffing.
Not long after, these small tentacles trembled at the same time, and then quickly grew, proliferated, and extended in all directions.
At this moment, a thin figure in a white cloak suddenly appeared from a corner and instantly landed in front of the roots of all the tentacles!
The tentacles sensed the approaching flesh and blood.
In that instant, countless tentacles attacked the cloaked figure like a wild beast with its hair standing on end.
The figure turned around gently and brandished a special white-hilted blade.
The blade flashed.
* Swoosh! *
Surrounded by countless tentacles, the figure flashed incessantly in that instant, even leaving afterimages!
So much so that from afar, it looked like he was brandishing the blade in a few different directions.
The blade grazed almost every tentacle, leaving a wound.
But it was far more than that.
The next moment, the tentacles that were grazed by the blade trembled violently!
Then, these tentacles that seemed to have a life of their own immediately began to blacken and wither in large swathes. Finally, as if they were burning, the entire tentacle turned into flying ash and scattered!
Flesh and flying ash instantly floated into a ball.
The cloaked man swung the blade again.
This time, the strange blade stabbed into the roots of these small tentacles — the big blood-red tentacle.
The huge tentacle shook violently, and bubbles and a large amount of steam began to emerge from the place where the blade had stabbed.
Then, it also began to blacken and wither.
Until it completely turned into flying ash.
Left the roots? The small tentacles that fell on the ground seemed to have sensed something and immediately trembled violently. Like snakes, they scattered in all directions — escaping from that terrifying man.
At this moment, countless hurried footsteps could be heard.
Dozens of masked figures in gray appeared at the corner of the street!
They wore special equipment: arm shields, light crossbows, and streamlined long blades with white hilts. They stepped swiftly and skillfully, blocking almost every tentacle that tried to escape.
Their movements were swift, their bodies agile, and their minds calm.
Then, they raised their hands and swung their blades.
* Shing! Shing! Swoosh! *
This time, the small tentacles that were cut by the blade did not turn into flying ash. Instead, they were like normal limbs that were injured. Bright red blood gushed out of them, but their vitality was obviously not as strong as their roots. After a large amount of blood flowed out of the severed tentacles, they immediately fell to the ground and slowly shrunk.
The man who first appeared, the Star Killer Nicholas, flung his cloak off. With a stern expression, he ignored his subordinates who were busy clearing out the tentacles and walked towards the corner of the street.
There, even more White Blade Guards clustered around an old but dignified man.
"According to Madam Calshan's information, there are at least a dozen of these things in Shield District and its surrounding areas. Fortunately, we evacuated the residents in time, or else they would have become food for those things, Your Majesty."
The Star Killer reported solemnly.
Nuven the Seventh furrowed his brows and looked at a trembling tentacle in the distance. A White Blade Guard stepped on it and chopped it off. Bright red blood flowed out of it.
Nicholas noticed the king's gaze. He swung the strange blade in his hand and said slowly, "We've tested it. Normal anti-mystic equipment can only ensure that they can maintain their basic mobility under the siege of these things. Only a legendary anti-mystic equipment like the Severing Souls Blade can protect themselves and get rid of these disgusting things at the same time."
The king nodded. His expression was terrifying. "Gleeward has already set off with the Soul Slayer Pike. That calamity won't be jumping around for long."
Behind the king, a bureaucrat who looked like a disciplinary officer said worriedly, "But these things are still expanding, trying to find more people to feed on. Now, they've even appeared here. Sooner or later, they will extend out of Shield District and catch up to the residents we arranged to evacuate to other districts, and even to those outside the city.
"It's one thing for it to continue growing by absorbing, but if this goes on, the entire Dragon Clouds City …"
King Nuven raised his hand abruptly and stopped his subordinate from reporting.
His eyes flashed with anger.
And determination.
The tentacles in this area were quickly cleaned up.
King Nuven clenched his fists and raised his head to look at the warriors around him. He shouted loudly, "White Blade Guards!"
"Yes!"
All the White Blade Guards, including Nicholas, turned their heads in unison and shouted angrily.
They stared back at the Northland King with sharp gazes.
King Nuven took a heavy step forward. He glared at each of his personal guards — the elite White Blade Guards.
The Dragon's Imperial Guards.
The most valiant existence in Eckstedt.
The sound of earth and rocks collapsing came from afar again.
King Nuven took a deep breath. The flames in his eyes burned brighter.
"Tell me! Boys! "
"When Eckstedt needs your protection …" The old king's old and powerful voice rang in everyone's ears.
"When Northland needs your bravery …
"When you need to sacrifice your lives …
"When you bleed dry …"
King Nuven turned his head and fixed his gaze on the blood-red hydra in the distance. He stared at the blurry but huge figure and roared ferociously.
"Will you hesitate?
Tell me! "
At that moment, all the White Blade Guards straightened their bodies without hesitation and punched their left chests with their right fists!
* Thud! *
The dull sound of a punch rang out at the same time. It was heavy and shocking, like a person.
All the elite warriors roared angrily at the same time. Their voices were deafening.
"No, Your Majesty!"
* Swoosh! *
King Nuven turned around and abruptly drew his saber!
With a dignified expression, he nodded and looked at his guards. "Very good!
"Nicholas! You're in charge of dispatching! "
The Star Killer knelt on one knee and punched his chest with a solemn expression.
"All White Blade Guards, equip yourselves with anti-mystic equipment and walk around the edge of Shield District," King Nuven said calmly to the captain of his personal guards. "Whether it's delaying, intercepting, or strangling — block this thing in Shield District!
"It can forget about touching a single Northlander!"
Nicholas nodded fiercely and stood up to give his orders.
"Everyone, split into eight teams. Each team has at least thirty people. Check the anti-mystic equipment and bring signal arrows. Send messages according to wartime standards." The Star Killer looked at his subordinates and said coldly, "Form a circular formation of five people each. Focus on dealing with these little things. Slashing and slicing are the most effective methods. Pay attention to your footsteps, don't get entangled by more than one enemy.
"If you run into such a big fellow …" Nicholas kicked the large tentacle that had already withered into black dried limbs and shook his Severing Souls Blade. "Send a message to inform me!"
King Nuven sighed.
"Calshan said that the more people that calamity faces, the stronger it will become. So, you won't have any backup." The king extended his right hand and pressed firmly on Nicholas' right shoulder. He stared straight ahead. "Whether it's the patrols or the recruits, they don't have anti-mystic equipment. They will only die in vain.
"Our hope lies with Gleeward and you, the Soul Slayer Pike and the Severing Souls Blade.
"Gleeward has already gone to find that calamity. The Soul Slayer Pike is the best way to deal with it. What you need to do now …"
King Nuven's eyes flashed. "Is to trap a rat in a cage. Completely cut off that thing's strength and escape route!"
Nicholas and the king exchanged a deep glance. Then, he nodded firmly and respectfully. "We have no problem, Your Majesty.
Please wait for the news of our triumphant return in the palace. "
But King Nuven shook his head. "I'll go with you."
In that second, Nicholas widened his eyes.
"Your Majesty, it's not safe ahead —"
King Nuven raised his hand sternly and stopped him from speaking.
"Most of the White Blade Guards are here. Heroic Spirit Palace may not be as safe as here.
"And I have never doubted that the place where the White Blade Guards are located is the safest place in the world." King Nuven's eyes were filled with unquestionable majesty.
"Do you have any objections to this statement?"
Nicholas shuddered violently.
In that instant, Nicholas said nothing. He only gritted his teeth and nodded solemnly.
King Nuven let go of his shoulder and laughed boldly.
"Come, my brave warriors."
"Today, we will set foot on the land of our homeland and rush into a war between humans and non-humans."
The old king raised his head and looked at the Cliff of the Sky, at the valiant statue holding a spear.
"Today, we will follow in Raikaru's footsteps.
"To hunt the legendary calamity."
The White Blade Guards' expressions became solemn.
Nicholas' pupils gradually narrowed. He slowly tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand.
Nuven the Seventh turned to the hydra in the distance. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"Take out those crazy criminals who have committed heinous blood debts in Northland six hundred years ago and now.
"Take out those unreasonable freaks who have caused endless disasters for thousands of years.
"Take out those evil beings who take pleasure in killing and bloodshed.
"Take out those scum who see us as ants."
King Nuven clenched his fists. His gaze was fierce.
"Destroy them all!"
— — —
Giza suddenly collapsed to the ground. Her originally rosy and healthy face suddenly turned gray and shriveled.
Moreover, this gloomy color continued to intensify on her face!
Behind Giza, the hydra Kilika sensed its master's condition and trembled madly.
Following Kilika's movement, a few tentacles appeared around the figure again and attacked the uninvited guest.
* Swoosh! * * Rip! *
Two sharp sounds of flesh being pierced came from the smoke.
"Ah … Ah, no … Kilika, that's …" Giza screamed in pain. Her entire body trembled and her face became increasingly gray, as if she was enduring torture.
Kilika suddenly writhed like a madman.
* Crack! *
The ground between the Mystic and the figure cracked open!
A huge blood-red tentacle extended from Kilika's body, twisting madly as it struggled to break free from the ground.
It trembled continuously.
As if it was experiencing the most terrifying torture.
The bright red tentacle formed by severed limbs started to blacken and wither at an extreme speed, starting from the figure in the smoke.
Like a fine cloth dyed with ink, the blackening and withering of the tentacle spread all the way to its roots.
It extended to Kilika.
And Giza.
The Blood Mystic raised her black and withered face, gritted her teeth, and roared, "Don't even think about it!"
In the next moment, before the blackening and withering tentacle reached Kilika with that terrifying momentum …
It swelled up by itself from its roots and suddenly broke!
* Bang! *
A large amount of blood burst out.
At that moment, Giza Streelman cut a sorry figure and looked nervous.
Like a gecko with its tail cut off, struggling to survive.
If she was a moment late, she would be doomed eternally.
The blackening and withering spread to the point where it broke off. Finally, it could not continue, and the huge tentacle was completely turned into a withered and withered branch.
Only Giza's panting could be heard in the air as she lay on the ground.
Her face finally began to regain its rosy color.
The Mystic raised her head, gritted her teeth, and stared straight ahead.
She stared at the figure walking towards her from the smoke.
The figure in the smoke approached her slowly.
What followed was an unpleasant sound of friction.
* Crash! *
Giza stood up from the ground and frowned slightly.
The figure was tall, but his pace was strange. With every step, his right leg would drag.
It was like … a cripple.
* Crash! *
The unpleasant sound continued. It sounded like exquisite tools rubbing against a rough rock surface.
Finally, a rough voice came from the smoke.
"Shield District is a sad place." The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, revealing a strong and capable man. "Under the Northlanders' forthrightness, generosity, optimism, and positivity, it hides the darkest and most obscure colors of Dragon Clouds City."
* Crash! *
The noise continued.
The crippled man was about thirty or forty years old. The contours of his face were flat, but his nose was high. The stubble on his chin made him look rather boorish.
"Some people were born in this unfortunate place. Their parents only left them poverty and hardship, and they learned only tenacity and tenacity."
The man limped forward, his tone filled with grief.
* Crash! *
Giza's frown deepened. She found the source of the noise. The man was dragging a two-meter-long metal spear behind him.
The pitch-black spearhead was dragged on the ground, making an unpleasant sound of friction.
The Blood Mystic's eyes were fixed on the spear. Her eyes were filled with a strange light.
"Some people came here for the sake of standing out. They used the most precious moment to exchange for the most unpredictable future, to preserve something memorable for themselves, for their families, and for their descendants."
The cripple dragged the heavy spear with his right hand. As he turned, the left side of his face was revealed.
Giza saw his most obvious feature clearly. The man did not have a left ear.
There was only a round hole where his ear should have been. It was as if it had been cut off at the base.
"But no matter who it was, they were forced to seek shelter in this broken place known as Shield District. It doesn't even have a complete thick wall to shield them from the wind and snow.
"Here, some people are busy, petty, and unscrupulous. Some are illiterate, and tremble in fear. Some are lonely and despairing, and covered in wounds. Some are impulsive, hot-tempered, and hot-tempered.
* Crash! *
The man limped forward. His expression was sad, and his voice was low.
"They are just ordinary people, but they are also pitiful people.
"But they are still living under the feet of the most powerful person in all of Eckstedt. With the Northlanders' most contented attitude and the strongest smile, they do the lowliest of jobs. They receive the merest income, have the most pitiful hope, and live the most miserable lives."
"They do not have unparalleled power, no great achievements, no respectable honor, no noble titles, and no glorious bloodline. But they still clench their teeth, swallow their blood, hold back their tears, tighten every muscle, and struggle to survive."
The man stopped limping and stood in front of Giza.
He turned his head and glanced at a ruin.
There, a child's severed hand lay quietly.
The man turned his head abruptly. This time, his eyes stared straight at the Mystic without wavering.
His eyes were filled with indifference, loneliness, disappointment, pain, hatred, and dead silence.
"This is Shield District, a filthy place where even the snow is black," the cripple said flatly.
"In the great Eckstedt, in the majestic Heroic Spirit Palace, under the dazzling glory of Northland …" The man's gaze swept across the ruins around him, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes.
"We struggle bitterly, struggling at death's door.
"We are more like Northlanders than the strongest Northlander."
The crippled man with only one ear had a cold expression. He raised the spear in his hand and looked at Giza.
"But you …
"Even this tragic and unfortunate chance, this chance to grit our teeth and fight for hope, had to be taken from our hands, which were empty to begin with.
"Stripped of everything.
"We are in your eyes." The man closed his eyes gently. He tightened his grip on the spear in his hand. His words were filled with pain.
"Like worms, you can trample and knead us as you please."
"Is that so?
"Calamity?"
The Blood Mystic exhaled deeply. Her gaze was extremely solemn.
She did not answer the man.
It was as if she did not want to waste time.
She only fixed her gaze on the spear.
A few seconds later, Giza finally spoke slowly.
"Six hundred years later …"
"The controller of the Soul Slayer Pike."
Giza pacified Kilika behind her while panting. She said flatly, "So it's you, a cripple?"
The man snorted.
The Blood Mystic raised her head and looked at the Cliff of the Sky.
She glanced at the heroic statue of the human hero, Raikaru Eckstedt, and then looked down at the lame, one-eared man. She frowned.
It was as if he was making a comparison.
A moment later, Giza heaved a long sigh.
"Isn't that too far off?"
The man stared at her without saying a word.
"What, in this era …"
Giza said in disdain, "As long as you're a supreme class, you can master a legendary anti-mystic equipment?"
"Phew! “
The one-eared man spun his hands. His spear whistled through the air, and the pitch-black spearhead was pointed straight at Giza.
The spearhead vibrated slightly.
"Buzz …"
It was as if the spear had a life of its own.
"Drew Gleeward, an ordinary heavy swordsman in Dragon Clouds City, conscripted," he said in a low voice.
"By the way," the lame man named Gleeward said coldly with the Soul Slayer Pike in his hand, "the entire Shield District …
"I'll cover it."
"Oh?" Giza's expression turned cold. She gritted her teeth, but she did not show a smile, which was a rare sight. "Then you'll have to thank me."
She looked around at the ruins on the streets around them and shook her head.
"Your home." “
"It's so clean."
Gleeward was not angered by her words.
The man only dragged his lame leg and took a light step forward.
"I was just greeting you just now."
"You should also know the origins of this weapon, right?" Gleeward tapped the ferocious-looking spear in his hand and said quietly, "When I received it ten years ago, Mirk almost nagged me until my other ear fell off."
The man's gaze became pure.
"The Soul Slayer Pike, King Raikaru's great weapon.
"All life in this world, from Great Dragons to ants, demons to flowers and plants.
"Once pierced by this pike …" Gleeward stared at the tip of the pike, his eyes sparkling. "All life in one's body will be drained."
At that moment, the one-eared, lame man's aura began to change.
It was as if he had arrived at the most horrifying battlefield.
"All life.
Every part of your body. "
Giza did not speak.
"The touch of death," Gleeward raised his head and emphasized coldly, "only requires a light touch."
The girl, who had always smiled gently, now stared at the pike without any emotion.
Her gaze did not shift for a long time.
It was as if she was recalling something.
"This is the unparalleled ability of the legendary anti-mystic equipment, the Soul Slayer Pike," the heavily injured heavy swordsman said through gritted teeth.
"'Extermination'.
"This is a legendary anti-mystic equipment forged especially for you, a guy who can't be sealed normally."
Gleeward exhaled gently at the pike.
"Blood Calamity.
Enemy of life. "
In the next moment, a cold glare shone in Gleeward's eyes.
* Boom! *
His uninjured left leg stomped on the ground with a loud bang. His strong but injured body shot up in a shocking manner!
He charged towards Giza, who had an unpleasant expression on her face.
The ferocious Soul Slayer Pike thrust forward with an invincible momentum, as if it was charging on a battlefield.
* Buzz … *
In the air, the pitch-black pike released a joyful vibration.
It was as if it was longing for something.
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