The moon was gradually setting in the west.
* Bang! *
A loud rumble came from the center of Shield District.
The once insufferably arrogant hydra, Kilika, had once again dived into the ground and disappeared without a trace!
In the endless smoke and dust, a man with only one ear dragged a long metal spear behind him. He limped and rushed up a slope made of ruins at an extremely fast speed. His posture was strange.
Gleeward swept his gaze around him. He could only see a few blood-red tentacles scrambling to crawl into the ground.
The boss of Shield District calmly raised the Soul Slayer Pike and swept the spearhead in all directions.
Just as the spearhead swept to the left, the Soul Slayer Pike suddenly trembled!
* Buzz … *
Gleeward no longer hesitated. He took a step forward and rushed in that direction.
* Swoosh! *
His pike was faster than a human figure. It instantly pierced into the smoke and dust.
* Bang! *
One of the ruins exploded!
A disheveled girl revealed herself in the blasted ruins. She avoided the pike by a hair's breadth and flew out.
Gleeward did not stop. He chased after Giza and stabbed at her head!
The spearhead swept past the left side of Giza's face. The latter's face immediately sizzled as if it was being roasted and began to melt.
"Damn it …"
As the Blood Mystic cursed softly, a few tentacles suddenly extended from under Giza's simple dress. They struck the ground violently and pushed her away.
Away from Gleeward's pike.
"Very well." Gleeward stopped in his tracks. His eyes were filled with coldness, and he said calmly, "Hide …"
"Run …
"Hide …
"This is the attitude you should have …
"Calamity."
Giza gritted her teeth and glared at Gleeward with a furious expression.
Then, the latter charged at her again.
Giza moved. She rushed through a ruin without stopping. The many tentacles under her dress swung swiftly, allowing her to leap as if she was running on flat ground.
Gleeward chased after her relentlessly.
At that moment …
* Boom! *
A blood-red monster with four tentacles and two sharp pincers crawled out of the ground beside Gleeward.
* Thud! *
The lame man's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he abruptly stepped on a large rock to stop himself, narrowly avoiding a sharp pincer that swept past the tip of his nose.
This weird and disgusting creature was actually made up of blurred and sticky limbs. On what seemed to be its head, there was a huge eye that was spinning.
Gleeward frowned. "These are your 'warriors'?"
Giza did not say a word. She just looked at him coldly.
In the next instant, the monster expanded into a strange form that was several people tall and several people wide. It attacked the man with the gun from six directions at the same time.
The tentacles curled around his limbs, one of them stabbing towards his crotch, the other reaching for his head.
But Gleeward still did not move. He had no intention of dodging even in the face of a fatal encirclement.
He just stared at the Mystic.
"That's a bad idea."
Gleeward was unmoved. His tone was flat as he continued to observe his opponent.
A second later, the crippled man's eyes flickered, and he swung the Soul Slayer Pike in an arc!
The moment his opponent's killing move was about to reach his body, the pike lightly brushed past one of the monster's tentacles.
* Schick! *
The monster shuddered violently. Its shockingly powerful tentacles and sharp pincers began to tremble uncontrollably.
Giza's expression changed as she witnessed all of this. Then, her body swayed as well!
In the next moment, Gleeward quickly rushed down the slope.
Behind him, the monster had already changed its shape and color as it trembled. It cracked open like a piece of charcoal and fell down.
"Aaaahhhh —"
Five meters away from Gleeward, Giza screamed uncontrollably again. She covered her face with her hands as she trembled and contorted. Her face, which was starting to turn black, was filled with pain.
"How does it feel to be killed?" Gleeward's voice was heavy, and his footsteps were steady as he swiftly approached his inhuman opponent. "Whether it's Kilika or these monsters you created, they're all essentially you, right?"
In pain, the Blood Mystic raised her left hand with great difficulty and extended it towards the dying monster. She gritted her teeth in hatred.
* Schick! *
Before it completely turned into black ash, the monster that was stabbed by the Soul Slayer Pike exploded into pieces. Blood splattered everywhere!
As the monster sacrificed itself, Giza's pained expression lessened as well.
However, in the next moment, Gleeward, whose expression did not change but whose killing intent was hidden, had already rushed in front of her!
He thrust the pike mercilessly.
Giza's expression was ferocious. She screamed and quickly retreated.
But it was too late.
The Power of Eradication in Gleeward's body surged freely. His pike suddenly sped up.
* Whoosh! *
The wind howled!
In the next moment, the Soul Slayer Pike's black pike twisted in the air in a bizarre manner as if it had a life of its own. The body of the pike bent in a terrifying arc.
It stabbed Giza's left hand!
"Aaaahhh —"
The Blood Mystic screamed in pain. This time, her screams were far louder than before!
A visible blackness spread from her left arm to her entire body.
Gleeward rotated the pike with ease. He knew that 'Extermination' had taken effect.
The moment she was stabbed by the Soul Slayer Pike, Giza did not hesitate. Her right hand immediately turned into a blood-red blade.
* Crack! *
Before the blackness spread to her chest, the Blood Mystic's expression was fierce. She chopped off her left arm!
Her left arm fell to the ground. Then, before it completely turned into charcoal and ashes, it swelled and exploded.
Giza clutched her severed arm and took a painful step back.
"Beautiful.
But do you feel pain as well? " Gleeward was the one who praised her, but he did not have any intention of showing mercy. His cold eyes reflected the girl's image.
It also reflected the black pike he was thrusting towards the girl!
The wind howled. The pike was raised again.
The pike was pointed at the disheveled Giza. It was about to pierce her face.
Giza clutched her left arm weakly. She gritted her teeth and stared at Gleeward with a mournful gaze.
A satisfied smile finally appeared on Gleeward's face.
But it was also at that moment that a few blood-red lines that looked like the branches of a tree and blood vessels slowly rose on Giza's face.
The pike thrust forward. It was unstoppable.
In the next moment, a figure burst out of the ruins on the ground!
* Boom! *
It stood between Giza and Gleeward.
* Thud! *
It was a dull thud, not the muffled sound of metal piercing flesh.
Gleeward, who held the pike with both hands, frowned deeply.
The tip of the Soul Slayer Pike stopped right before the tip of Giza's nose.
It was only half a second away.
The Soul Slayer Pike that the crippled man used to take the Mystic's weapon was currently held by a short and muscular figure who was using both arms to hold the pike.
Even though the latter's hands were already bleeding from the friction of his grip on the pike.
The weak Giza panted. The blood-red lines on her face trembled slightly. She stared at the pike before her with the ghost of a smile. Her expression was complicated and subtle.
But Gleeward's expression quickly changed.
"How …" Gleeward stared in disbelief at the short and muscular man who was holding his pike in a death grip.
The man's attire, figure, and appearance were no different from a normal Northlander.
"How could it be you?!
"You are …" Gleeward stared at the man in front of him, whose face was filled with despair. He called out his nickname in shock and bewilderment.
"Glacier Sentinel's …
"Big Leather Belt?"
Giza revealed a long-lost smile when she saw Gleeward's expression.
— —
At the edge of Shield District, Nicholas turned a gigantic tentacle into ashes with a smooth slash.
Behind him, the shadows of countless swords and blades could be heard. The elite warriors of the White Blade Guards were carrying out their duty to kill even more smaller tentacles.
The Star Killer frowned and walked down the battlefield.
In the distance, King Nuven, who was tightly surrounded by a dozen guards, narrowed his eyes and looked at the captain of his personal guards.
"Your Majesty!" The sound of horse hooves came from afar, along with the loud reports of the cavaliers on the horses.
"The Secret Room has sent news. Kilika has disappeared!"
"Very good!" King Nuven's expression changed. He nodded and said to a noble behind him, "This proves that our strategy is effective. That calamity … it does not dare to face the Soul Slayer Pike head-on!"
Nicholas, who had just gotten rid of a tentacle, came forward. "We used the best strategy against the Blood Calamity. On one hand, we used a small number of elites and legendary anti-mystic equipment to attack its vital points. On the other hand, we divided and surrounded it to cut off its source of power …"
"Your Majesty." The Star Killer's expression became solemn and his eyes shone. "We suppressed it!"
King Nuven nodded heavily.
Behind the king, a few Northland soldiers rode over on horseback. They brought along a few noble bureaucrats who were in charge of delivering the news. They continued to deliver the news. "Also, Your Majesty, we still do not have any news about the Prince of Constellation and your granddaughter."
King Nuven's expression did not change, as if he did not care about his granddaughter's life or death.
"Also, the nobles and the residents of the other districts are talking about it, especially the residents you evacuated … Many of them saw that monster. There are all sorts of comments about the invasion of the calamity … Many of the militias who have been enlisted have asked to immediately change their equipment and join the battle. The situation is a little chaotic, and the patrols are a little overwhelmed …"
"Reply to Madam Calshan. Continue to monitor that thing and keep the news flowing!" King Nuven turned around and frowned slightly. He thought carefully and then decisively ordered, "Also, inform the Chief Garrison Officer to disperse the patrols and pacify the civilians one by one. In the name of the king, this place will be solved very quickly. Ordinary troops without anti-mystic equipment will not be of any use. No one is allowed to recruit or gather troops for any reason. "
The officials nodded and continued to report the situation.
"The outskirts of the city are very close. We also received news when we evacuated the residents. Your six counts and their vassals have already sent fast horses and messenger crows three times, requesting to bring their troops into the city to provide support …"
"Bringing thousands of people to feed that calamity?" The king rudely interrupted them. "Reply to them that the Waltons have seen their loyalty, but this is no ordinary battlefield. A large number of troops will only make the situation worse!"
A clerk quickly recorded the king's words, while another worriedly said,
"In addition, the four archdukes have requested Your Majesty that for your own safety, you should immediately return to Heroic Spirit Palace and explain …"
King Nuven nodded and nonchalantly waved them off. "Let Lisban deal with the nobles, including the archdukes. Tell them that the king is hunting at the frontline. Under such circumstances, it is best for them to shut up."
After issuing the order, the heralds rode away on their horses.
"You know, they actually have a point. You should stay in Heroic Spirit Palace, Your Majesty," the Star Killer said calmly.
The king shook his head.
"Almost all the White Blade Guards have been mobilized, and we can't summon troops into the city. Staying in the empty Heroic Spirit Palace with four archdukes and their personal guards with ulterior motives?" King Nuven snorted coldly. "Your king just killed an archduke not long ago …"
"I think I know which option is safer."
Nicholas nodded and shook off the blood on the Severing Souls Blade.
At this moment …
"Your Majesty, Boss, look!" a White Blade Guard pointed at the sky and shouted.
In the night sky, a spark flew high into the sky above Shield District.
What followed was a sharp sound.
The White Blade Guards shuddered in unison!
"A signal arrow!"
"This means …" Nicholas' gaze flickered. "It's the first group from the east. They found a big guy that's hard to deal with! We have to immediately … "
At the same time, a similar spark bloomed in the sky from another direction. At the same time, there was a sharp whistle!
King Nuven frowned. "Two places?"
But in the next second, a third signal arrow rose from afar!
"At the same time? That's not right. "King Nuven stared at the spark and frowned." We've strictly assigned the routes. We split them into two directions, east and west, and gradually surrounded them from the edge of Shield District. While the first and fifth groups were clearing the route in front, the troops at the back shouldn't have met the 'big guy'. "
Just as he spoke, a fourth signal bolt appeared not far away.
Nicholas' expression changed drastically!
"So many signals at the same time … There's only one explanation, Your Majesty!" A few seconds later, Nicholas panted and said, "A new monster broke out from the ground, so other than the first and fifth groups, the others also met it …"
He could not finish his sentence.
* Bang! *
A loud rumble was heard!
Amidst the smoke and dust, a blurry, indistinct, gigantic creature appeared in the center of Shield District, swinging its countless tentacles!
Everyone present stared at the monster — the multi-headed snake, Kilika — dumbfounded.
"How could this be?" King Nuven gritted his teeth and looked at the nightmare monster that had reappeared. He took a deep breath and looked at the warriors around him. "It … it's such a big target. Isn't it afraid of the Soul Slayer Pike's ability? Gleeward, he … "
King Nuven stopped talking.
The old king's expression was unpleasant. He had obviously realized something.
There was silence for a few seconds.
Then, Nicholas put the Severing Souls Blade into the scabbard on his back and slowly crouched down. He tightened the straps on his legs and nodded solemnly.
"Your Majesty.
I request that we depart immediately. "
The Star Killer regained his extreme calmness.
He said softly, "We must slow down the work of clearing these tentacles.
I think I need to bring the Severing Souls Blade as soon as possible … to save Gleeward! "
— —
On the other side of Shield District.
"Dodge!" Black Sword's furious roar was heard.
Thales looked at the blood-red tentacle that was charging at them. He gritted his teeth and dragged Little Rascal backwards!
But they were far from fast enough.
The tentacle slithered on the ground as fast as the wind and instantly slid before their eyes.
Then, it suddenly bounced up and shot towards Thales with the sound of the wind.
It was as tall as a person!
* Whoosh! *
'Damn it!'
Thales cursed in his heart as he watched the tentacle lunge at the tip of his nose.
'I can't dodge it!'
Little Rascal cried out in surprise. At that moment, that strange fluctuation surged through Thales' body again.
Thales felt time slowing down again.
In this time that seemed to be playing in slow motion, he could clearly see that the tentacle lunging at him was made up of countless bloody human tissues — from skin to muscles, from blood vessels to bones.
In the air, it began to fork from the tip, revealing a section of sharp teeth.
It was like a large, abnormally shaped snake lunging at its prey.
A wave of nausea surged in Thales' heart.
'What the hell is this?!'
At the same time, a new surge of strength was born in his body.
Thales felt the new strength in his body and calculated where the tentacle would land.
The next moment, he pushed Little Rascal away!
Then, he pounced on the other side!
The tentacle brushed past Thales' right hand and Little Rascal's glasses.
The two children rolled to the sides and fell to the ground.
* Thud! *
The blood-red tentacle missed its target and crashed into a wooden plank in the ruins.
It no longer had a chance.
Because in the next moment, a small red sword pierced through the air and spun towards it!
* Thud! *
The blade was powerful and accurate, nailing the tentacle to the wooden plank.
It was unable to move.
The hilt of the small red sword was still trembling.
Although the tentacle struggled continuously, it was nailed by the blade and could not break free.
Thales fell to the ground. He seemed to have overexerted himself. His right hand was sore, and he was panting in shock.
He turned his head and looked at Black Sword, who was lying on the ground covered in wounds. The latter's right hand was suspended in the air, maintaining the posture of throwing the flying sword.
Only then did Little Rascal let out a startled cry. She quickly stepped on her legs and crawled backward. She did not even dare to look at the disgusting tentacle.
Thales sat up from the ground and stared blankly at the tentacle struggling weakly by his feet.
"Well done, little one." Black Sword exhaled weakly and his head fell back to the ground. "Your reaction …"
But Black Sword did not finish his sentence.
The part of the tentacle that was nailed to the ground suddenly split open from where the blade had pierced through.
Then, it slapped the ground and the tentacle broke free from the blade!
Thales shuddered.
'Sh * t.'
"Be careful!" Black Sword yelled.
But this time, Thales could not react in time. The tentacle pounced on him and wrapped itself tightly around him.
From his left leg to his waist, from his chest to his head.
Thales' eyes were also tightly wrapped, and he immediately lost his vision.
"No!" Little Rascal screamed.
Thales only felt a shiver run down his spine.
It was sticky, greasy, warm, quivering, and occasionally contracting.
'And a little … dizzy?'
That was what Thales vaguely felt in his daze.
'It seems … quite comfortable?'
Until he felt a greasy, wet, and warm ball slide across the left side of his face and stop at the bridge of his nose.
The ball began to tremble continuously, as if massaging his face.
'This feeling,' Thales thought in his daze, 'is like pressing my palm on my eyelid and feeling my eye tremble in my palm …'
When he thought of this, Thales shuddered violently.
He knew what the greasy, wet, and warm ball that kept 'massaging' the bridge of his nose was.
It was someone's …
'Eyeball.
'F * ck!
'F * ck! 'F * ck! 'F * ck!'
An unprecedented disgust engulfed Thales, immediately waking him up from his hallucination.
In extreme panic and nausea, Thales desperately shook his right arm, the only part of his body that was not covered by the tentacle, trying to pull that disgusting thing off!
But the tentacle only tightened its grip.
Thales clawed at the tentacle in vain, but he only felt that breathing was getting harder and his consciousness was fading.
Little Rascal and Black Sword's anxious voices rang in his ears, but he could not hear them clearly.
And … the eyeball that was quivering even faster?
'F * ck!'
His heart beat faster, and the blood vessels in his ears surged more rapidly. Thales, who was suffocating, felt increasingly uncomfortable. Soon, he began to see stars.
'What should I do?'
A thought flashed through his mind.
'Right.
'I still have …'
He let go of his right arm and reached behind his waist, wanting to touch the JC dagger that Jala gave him.
'The dagger.
'The dagger!'
But when he touched his waist, he only felt something greasy and warm.
The tentacle had also tightly wrapped around his waist.
Thales felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. At that moment, despair overwhelmed him.
'Sh * t.
'What should I do?'
His right hand flailed about behind his waist.
But he could not catch anything.
'What should I do?!'
Then, a hard object brushed past Thales' right hand while he was flailing about.
The pain brought Thales, who was on the verge of fainting, some clarity.
He mustered the last of his strength and grabbed the long, foreign object firmly.
He pulled it out.
Then, he reached for his head.
But the accident happened just like that.
The moment Thales lifted the foreign object, a wave of heat from the inside out, from his heart to his right hand, suddenly erupted!
It was like the most terrifying flame, roasting his entire body in that instant.
Pain, scorching heat, and spasms, these three sensations reached his entire body at the same time. Inside and out, every corner, every tissue, and every cell!
Illusory sounds appeared in his ears. At first, it sounded like the increasingly loud sound of blood vessels surging. But soon, these sounds changed. Some sounded like waves sweeping across, some sounded like volcanic eruptions, and some sounded like the howling of a storm.
Thales opened his mouth, but nothing came out. The only thing that entered his mouth was the fishy, salty taste of the tentacle.
And the disgusting organs that slid past his tongue, pieced together from an unknown person.
But at that moment, he no longer paid attention to the disgusting tentacle and the restraint.
There was only a burning sensation left in his senses.
But in the next moment, Thales felt his entire body tremble. Then, he relaxed, and his vision reappeared.
His breathing began to become smoother. His chest was no longer heavy, and the restraint on his face slowly loosened.
The tentacle let go of him.
Then, it slid down silently.
At that moment, the burning sensation from the bottom of his heart to his right hand gradually disappeared.
Thales panted hurriedly. He struggled to sit up from the ground, gasping for air after surviving a disaster.
Then, he saw two pairs of shocked eyes.
Black Sword and Little Rascal stared at him in a daze.
It was as if they had seen something incredible.
Thales was shocked. Then, he realized that they were not looking at him.
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand.
Then, he could not help but narrow his eyes.
At some point in time, Thales' right hand had firmly grasped the weapon Black Sword threw at him.
It was the small red sword.
But at that moment, the dark red blade of the small red sword was actually … emitting a dazzling red light!
"This is …"
Thales stared at the small red sword, dumbfounded. He watched as the blade, which was originally dark red and lusterless, gradually became lighter and brighter, becoming a color similar to the blade.
It was as if it had just been sharpened.
That was not the only abnormality.
The disgusting tentacle began to change from the point it approached the small red sword.
Thales had seen this change before.
It was in the birch tree forest, when the Fortress Flower was facing the Blood Mystic.
The entire tentacle, which hung limply on Thales' body, began to dissolve, wither, and turn black.
Then, it turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.
It was as if it had met its natural enemy.
All that was left on Thales' body was black ashes.
"What did you do?" Black Sword frowned. He stared at the sword in Thales' hand and murmured, "Could it really be a legend, a legend …"
Little Rascal blinked. She did not understand.
At that moment, before Thales could react, he heard the sound of a raging tide, which resembled the surging of blood vessels.
"Whoosh …"
It seemed to be surging from afar.
But the raging tide soon changed, turning into a low murmur of a human.
"I …"
Thales shuddered and jumped in fright.
He raised his head and looked at Black Sword and Little Rascal, but both of them only stared at him in a daze.
Black Sword's gaze kept shifting back and forth between Thales' face and the sword in his hand. He did not bother to hide his deep suspicions.
However, the two of them acted as if they hadn't heard the voice at all.
'This scene … is so familiar.'
Thales looked around in panic. Aside from the ruins, the night sky, and the glow of the smallsword in his hand, he saw nothing.
'What's going on?
'What's going on?'
Staring at the glowing smallsword in his hand, Thales was at a loss. Just as he was about to speak, the single syllable became clearer.
It began to form words and sentences.
"My name …"
The voice rang slowly, like an old man from afar.
"My name …"
It sounded like it was coming from countless wooden planks.
Thales could not tell what language it was.
But he clearly understood the meaning of the voice.
"My name …
"Blade of Purification."
Thales opened his mouth wide and stared at the glowing smallsword in his hand in utter shock.
'Purify …
'Blade of Purification?'
Thales was completely stunned.
But that was not what surprised him the most.
Amid the raging tide, the voice uttered the last two sentences.
"It's been a long time," the voice said slowly, "My …
"… blood brother."
Thales shuddered!
Blood …
'Blood.
Brother …
'Brother?'
A second later, the voice and the light on the smallsword fell silent.
Cold snowflakes fell.
It was as if nothing had happened just now.
Except for the tip of the smallsword.
It had turned from a dull red to a pure crimson.
It was the color of blood.
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