Dragon Clouds City, the border between Armor District and Shield District.
A series of loud roars came from the direction of Shield District, as well as faint tremors.
"We should evacuate together with the residents."
A valiant swordswoman with black hair, light armor, and thick black gloves stood on a roof. She frowned as she stared at the tall figure in front of her. "It's not our duty to be nosy, and it's not in line with our principles to look for trouble."
But the figure just stared at the sky of Shield District in the distance, taking in the crazily rampaging, unusual giant blood red monster.
"Is this the reason Raphael asked us to leave?" Cohen pursed his lips with a worried expression, his eyebrows constantly moving. "This is what the Secret Intelligence Department wants to do?"
"Did you hear what the residents said? That's the legendary hydra, Kilika."
Cohen clenched his fists tightly, displeasure flashed in his eyes. "It's those calamities, the Mystics — those legends that we can only read about in family records and dossiers."
'Raphael …'
Cohen looked at the ruins of Shield District, his breathing quickened.
'Did you do this?
Is this your plan? '
Miranda frowned and looked at her colleague with a complicated expression.
"The disciplinary officers didn't evacuate the area for no reason.
"This is not something you should worry about.
"Dragon Clouds City definitely knows how to deal with calamities." Miranda looked at the hydra flinging out another giant tentacle in the distance, sighed and shook her head. "And, no matter what Raphael did, or what he wants to do, it's not something we can interfere with."
Cohen was still staring at the hydra, his golden hair was covered in snowflakes, but he did not notice it at all.
"That's Shield District, Big Leather Belt lives there. We even sat in his house before.
"Do you remember the man who fought against the orcs in the Glacial Sentinel?"
Listening to the sounds of destruction, Cohen's eyes were filled with sorrow. "Him and his daughter."
Miranda did not say anything, only lowered her eyelids slightly.
After a while, she said quietly, "We can't do anything."
Cohen was silent.
In the distance, as the hydra Kilika's movements intensified, the tremors grew stronger.
"Do you know what's the most ironic thing?"
A few seconds later, Cohen said to Miranda behind him with an expressionless face, "On the day we — you, me, and Raphael became 'seeds', what Master Shao said to the eight of us on the knight colossus …"
Hearing this, Miranda subconsciously put her hand on the hilt of her sword.
"The mission of the Tower of Eradication is to preserve the last, purest, and most transcendent spark for mankind." Against the backdrop of the hydra wreaking havoc in the distance, Kohen continued to speak calmly, "To pass on the Power of Eradication, and to pass on the spirit and mission of our ancestors.
Cohen's eyes flashed with mixed emotions.
"Be alert and ready at all times."
"The day they make a comeback, the Swords of Eradication will be unsheathed once more."
Miranda raised her head and gritted her teeth as she stared at the hydra's terrifying figure.
"Regardless of race, country, or seniority, we will resume the mission that belonged to our predecessors, and we will recreate the glory of the Calamity Hunters."
"In the darkest days, in the hellish battlefield, in the last moments of mankind, we will carry our swords and hope, go against the crowd, face death calmly, and press forward."
"Charge towards the almost invincible calamities."
"This is the original and final mission of the Tower of Eradication."
"Raphael, as a seed with high hopes," Cohen sighed when he said this, "turned the calamities —"
"Stop your meaningless and baseless guesses," Miranda interrupted him coldly, "We don't know what Raphael and the Secret Intelligence Department did. Maybe the Secret Intelligence Department has a more important political purpose. Maybe if they didn't do this, the hydra would have appeared in Eternal Star City instead of Dragon Clouds City."
Cohen sneered, which was rare.
"Politics?" The blond police officer shook his head in disappointment.
"The Tower of Eradication passes down skills to protect mankind, and is above politics. This is also the most valuable thing about it. No matter how bad the relationship between the Tower of Eradication and Constellation is, it has never rejected students from Constellation."
Cohen lowered his head and said in a low voice, "But we use these treasures, which have been passed down for thousands of years, to kill each other. Swordsmen are proud to be born in the Tower of Eradication. But over the past six hundred years, how many Swordsmen of Eradication have truly died in the hands of the calamities? Died while guarding the path of mankind? And how many died under the swordsmanship and Powers of Eradication that were also passed down from the Tower? "
Miranda's expression did not change, but her voice was a little ethereal. "Not every student can escape the shackles of politics.
"Not every student has the same ideals and goals as the Tower of Eradication.
"But … Raphael?" Cohen sighed heavily. "With his status, compared to us, he should be the most detached from these things, shouldn't he?"
Miranda looked at his back in silence.
A few seconds later, the swordswoman put away her solemn expression and chuckled softly.
"Cohen." Miranda looked at Cohen, who turned around in surprise, and curled up the corner of her mouth. "Has anyone ever told you …
"Maybe you're not suited to be a suzerain, or even a noble?" The swordswoman flashed a thought-provoking smile and asked meaningfully, "The ideal and kind heir to the Count of Walla Hill."
Hearing that, Cohen was stunned and stared at Miranda in a daze.
He tilted his head and stared at the roof under his feet.
Desolation and loneliness flashed in his eyes.
This time, Cohen was silent for a longer time than he had ever been.
Finally, the police officer's voice rang out absentmindedly.
"Ah, I know.
"From the first day I could remember things.
"I knew it." Cohen's voice was calm, but it made Miranda's heart darken for no reason. "I can't be a good suzerain.
"I can't."
Miranda did not speak.
At this moment, the two of them looked up as if they had sensed something.
In the next second, the two swordsmen jumped off the roof at the same time and hid behind the wall with agility and agility.
A minute later, two figures flitted past the streets that had already been evacuated.
One of the strange footsteps was light, as if he was walking on the ground. The other's footsteps were more normal, and his steps were steady.
'In terms of movement …' Miranda, who was hiding in the dark, thought, 'Both of them seem to be good fighters.
However, both of them seemed to be injured, and their bodies were unstable.
"I think we should go into Shield District to look for someone … even if that thing is there." One of them sounded very young and impatient, as if he was not satisfied with his companion beside him. "I say, can't you say something … Oh, okay, I remember now … Can't you give me some reaction … God, don't make those gestures that I don't understand!"
'Wait.'
Miranda's pupils constricted when she saw the two figures.
In the next second, Cohen watched in shock as Miranda stood up, left her hiding place, and blocked the two people who passed by!
The two uninvited guests stopped in their tracks warily and adjusted their postures so that they could attack easily.
But their hostility was quickly broken.
"You are …"
"At that time, beside Lady Sasere …"
Thales' attendant, Wya Caso, held his saber and stared at the swordswoman. His eyes widened in shock. "Broken Dragon Fortress' … Lady Miranda!"
"Why are you here?" Wya asked in astonishment.
"It's a long story … What about you?" Miranda frowned. "What are you looking for? Is it related to that calamity? "
"This …" Wya was stunned at first, then he turned his head hesitantly.
He was a noble of the Arunde Family, and even the heir of the Duke of the Northern Territory who had once tried to usurp the throne.
The disappearance of the prince …
But in the next moment, Wya frowned slightly. He saw that Miranda's expression was also not right.
Both of them felt the tension in the air at the same time.
They turned their heads.
The companion behind Wya — a man with a silver half-mask and metal prosthetic limbs — was trembling.
Ralf, the Phantom Wind Follower, fixed his fractured hand on his body. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the blond police officer. His hands could not stop trembling.
He touched his throat with difficulty, then abruptly let go as if he was scalded.
Soon, Ralf's gaze was filled with hatred and anger.
Kohen narrowed his eyes in puzzlement as he looked at the strange short-haired, silver-masked man. His gaze swept across the man's lower body, which was covered by clothes, but he could still hear the prosthetic limbs. He scratched his head.
'Why are you looking at me like that?
Do we have a grudge? '
"Excuse me." Under the other person's extremely unfriendly gaze, the police officer asked cautiously and confusedly, "Have we met before?"
Kohen soon no longer had to be confused.
In the next second, Ralf coldly swung his right hand, and a hidden blade popped out from his arm!
Looking at the familiar hidden blade, Kohen's gaze tensed.
A memory from not too long ago flashed through his mind.
It was that night.
Disaster Sword, Groudon.
The girl with dual blades.
He himself.
And …
The police officer frowned. He bent down and placed his hand on his saber.
Miranda and Wya were both stunned. They looked at the two people who were about to fight, puzzled.
"So you're not dead yet, my old friend from Red Street Market." Kohen vigilantly took half a step back. His gaze was as sharp as a sword, and his tone was cold.
"Scum of Blood Bottle Gang."
The expression on the other half of Ralf's face, which was not covered by the mask, became more and more unpleasant. He let out a low, guttural growl and clenched his fists tighter.
— — —
The rustling sounds of flesh scraping against each other came from all directions.
It was as if thousands of snakes were swimming wildly in all directions.
'How many threats, enemies, and dangers do these scraping sounds signify?'
In the midst of the strange rustling sounds, Nicholas, who was under the eaves of a dilapidated house, opened his eyes gently.
The Power of Eradication in his body began to circulate in a strange manner. It surged through his entire body in waves.
In the next moment, the Star Killer descended like a bolt of lightning. He broke through the eaves with an astonishing momentum!
* Bang! *
As Nicholas' figure appeared, a dozen blood-red tentacles of various sizes appeared in front of him.
The tentacles trembled in unison and attacked him from different angles.
Nicholas, who was in the air, should not have been able to dodge.
But his figure strangely began to flicker and blur.
All the tentacles that were stretched out towards Nicholas curled, whipped, struck, and stabbed at him from front to back.
These life-threatening tentacles brushed past his ears, armpits, soles of his feet, and waist in the air, but without exception, all missed his body by a hair's breadth!
The air was torn apart by the tentacles. The howling wind glided past the surface of the Star Killer's body.
In that second, the unscathed Nicholas' gaze was calm. He swung the Severing Souls Blade in the air.
The trajectory and arc of the blade formed countless ellipses in the air as Nicholas' body descended.
* Thud! *
Nicholas landed steadily on the ground.
Behind him, many broken tentacles fell and turned into ashes.
Nicholas stood up. Without changing his expression, he stabbed the Severing Souls Blade into the large tentacle in front of him.
Soon, Kilika's severed limb disappeared from the world.
'It's much easier than parrying the weapons coming from all directions on the battlefield,' Nicholas thought to himself. 'After all, I only have to face' one 'enemy.'
He broke through from the edge of Shield District all the way here, and the worry in his heart did not decrease. Instead, it increased.
The number of 'enemies' on the road was getting denser, and the hydra's figure was also getting bigger. Clearly, he was already close to Gleeward.
'Hopefully, nothing will happen to him.'
As one of the few supreme class warriors who had fought their way out of piles of corpses on the battlefield, Drew Gleeward had an indomitable will, rich experience, and resolute determination that matched his exquisite fighting skills. This kind of warrior seemed to be born to exist on large-scale battlefields. Regardless of whether it was a favorable or unfavorable situation, they could create unimaginable miracles.
When he thought of that person, Nicholas could not help but frown. The Kingdom's Wrath in the south.
This was also why even though Gleeward's temper was terrible and his relationship with the officials of Dragon Clouds City was bad, he was still chosen as the wielder of the Soul Slayer Pike ten years ago, even though he was still cursing and insulting Nuven the Seventh and the other Archdukes of the Walton Family and their parents on the first day he received the pike.
Of course, it was also because of his bad temper that Gleeward, a heavy swordsman, lost his title, official position, and wealth after he retired. His name was also not among the Five War Generals.
Instead, he became a famous boss in Shield District and Hammer District.
The hydra was right in front of him.
Nicholas gritted his teeth.
Before new monsters or tentacles reached him, Nicholas did not stop moving. He moved forward quickly.
When he bypassed the ruins of a collapsed mill, Nicholas was stunned.
He saw Gleeward.
Gleeward was not suppressed to the point where he could not fight back as he had expected, nor had he fallen. This was the worst-case scenario he had expected.
Gleeward stood in front of him, perfectly fine. His back was facing Nicholas.
The Soul Slayer Pike was still in his hand, and the spearhead was still trembling.
What really stunned Nicholas was not Gleeward.
Instead, it was his surroundings.
Behind Gleeward were countless corpses.
Adults, children, old people, men, women …
Most of them were dressed in rags and had serene smiles on their faces.
But their faces were as black as dried wood.
Nicholas stared at the corpses all over the ground with an unpleasant expression. He had seen this kind of death before.
It was the effect of being hit by Extermination.
But …
Nicholas stared at Gleeward in disbelief.
"Gleeward!" Nicholas shouted loudly.
Gleeward shuddered slightly and turned around slowly.
Nicholas tightened his grip on the Severing Souls Blade in his hand. Gleeward did not even notice that he was behind him. This was unimaginable in the past.
'There's something wrong with his current state of mind.'
The Star Killer thought to himself.
The lame former heavy swordsman turned around while trembling and looked at the Star Killer.
Nicholas stared at Gleeward's face in shock. It was covered in tear stains.
"It's you." Gleeward bit his lip, and another tear fell. He said hoarsely and weakly, "Walton's lackey."
When he heard the familiar and rude form of address, Nicholas felt slightly at ease.
But he still stared at the corpses all over the ground and asked in puzzlement, "What happened? These people … "
"What happened?" Gleeward shuddered violently, and his voice rose sharply.
"What happened?"
Gleeward clenched his teeth tightly and closed his eyes in pain.
"Didn't you see it?"
Nicholas walked forward and stood next to Gleeward.
He faced the young girl in front of him.
The young girl with a face full of blood-red spots and a gentle smile.
"Oh?" The Blood Mystic chuckled. "Another one?"
A puzzled look appeared on Nicholas' thin and pale face.
"It's okay." Giza shook her head. Her gaze was relaxed, as if she did not care. "I have enough reserves."
In the next moment, the Mystic gently stroked Kilika behind her.
The hydra shuddered again and released two large tentacles.
The tentacles trembled continuously on the ground, then slowly tore apart, creating two openings that were as tall as a few people.
Nicholas' pupils shrank!
From the two openings, one, two, three people slowly walked out … There were dozens of people.
The person who walked toward them was an old woman with a face that looked like she had gone through the vicissitudes of life. She was puzzled at first, then confused, and then terrified as she looked at her own body.
There were dozens of people of all sizes, men, women, the elderly, and the young. After their initial bewilderment, they became astonished.
Then … they all walked towards Gleeward at the same time!
Nicholas turned his head abruptly and looked at Gleeward. "Could it be …"
Gleeward shook his head laboriously. His eyes were filled with tears of grief, indignation, and desolation.
"Gleeward?" The old woman who led the group opened her fearful eyes. She seemed to know Gleeward. "Good child, what is going on? I remember that just now … "
"Ah!" The old woman lowered her head in surprise. She looked at her thin and shriveled legs, one in front of the other, as she dragged her body forward. "How did I … I stand up? My legs are healed? "
"Granny Davol …" Gleeward looked at the old woman's figure and closed his eyes in grief. He stabbed his spear into the ground. "Bastard …"
"No." The old woman immediately realized something. She said in panic, "My body … my body … why can't I move? Why am I walking? "
Granny Davol was not the only one who reacted this way. Among the dozens of people, almost everyone had the same reaction. Panic, fear, and shock appeared behind the crowd.
"What's going on?"
"My hand …"
"Ahhh! I can't walk so fast, I'm too old, I'll fall … "
"Oh my god, look, it's a monster! It's the monster I saw before I fainted! "
However, the crowd continued to move forward.
At that moment, Nicholas, who was in a daze, understood something.
"They can't help themselves …" Tears flowed out of Gleeward's tightly shut eyes again. His voice was intermittent. "They … these civilians of Shield District, after they were eaten by that monster, that bitch, I don't know what she did …
"Now, she's controlling their bodies …"
Nicholas watched the crowd move forward towards them in disbelief.
He watched as they continued to quarrel, question, argue, and even cry, shout, and roar.
Just like the most ordinary residents of Shield District.
"Ahhh, I didn't eat them."
"They are perfect, independent individuals." The Blood Mystic sighed. "Every single one of them is a life …"
Nicholas looked at the corpses on the ground beside Gleeward and completely understood.
He took a step forward, and his palm unconsciously twisted due to anger. "The Soul Slayer Pike?"
Gleeward swallowed hard and shook his head in pain.
"She's different from the other tentacle monsters …" The crippled, one-eared man suppressed his grief. "'Extinction' can't hurt her directly. It can only kill these people themselves."
The Blood Mystic smiled like a flower. "That's right!
Didn't you say that you're in charge of this district? " At that moment, the demon-like maiden smiled. The blood-red stripes on her face were especially strange and terrifying. "Then, let me see your determination …"
"I have thousands of people!"
The terrified crowd quickened their pace and blocked the path between the two supreme class warriors and the Mystic.
"Ahhh!" Gleeward let out a furious roar!
Nicholas took a deep breath and calmed down.
"They're just ordinary civilians … Or, we can break through them without stopping, regardless of the cost." The Star Killer swung the Severing Souls Blade in his hand and said coldly, "Go straight for that monster!"
Under the Star Killer's gaze, Gleeward still shook his head laboriously.
Nicholas frowned. He suddenly noticed that Gleeward had many wounds all over his body.
The Mystic answered his doubts.
"Ordinary civilians?" Giza smiled softly. "No …"
"There are thousands of them. Their thoughts are clear, their minds are clear, and they can even speak on their own …
"But they're not afraid of death, they're not afraid of pain, they don't cower, they don't stop, they don't hold back, they don't hesitate …" The Blood Mystic tilted her head, swiped her finger across her lips, and smiled charmingly.
"Flesh and blood dolls!"
As she finished speaking, Granny Davol, who was leading the group, suddenly cried out in surprise.
The next moment, the old woman suddenly lowered her body and got down on all fours.
The crowd behind her instantly burst into an uproar.
As she cried out in surprise, Granny Davol used her hands and feet like a feline. With agility and speed that did not match her age and body, she leaped more than ten meters in a few seconds and pounced on Gleeward as if she was hunting prey!
"No!" Gleeward roared in pain. He turned the pike around and used the handle to sweep Granny Davol back!
As Granny Davol cried out in pain, she flew back to a ruin and fell hard.
* Bang! *
The old woman's bones seemed to be very fragile. Just like that, Granny Davol's left hand was bent and deformed!
Nicholas widened his eyes in anger. He watched as Granny Davol used her broken left hand to support herself on the ground again and pounced on Gleeward while she cried out in pain.
The old woman's pained screams echoed in Nicholas' ears.
'I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. '
Gleeward raised his head abruptly and roared.
"Aaaahhh!"
This time, Gleeward widened his eyes in anger. As tears flowed down his face, he trembled as he handed over the pike.
* Rip! *
The pike pierced through Granny Davol!
"Gleeward … child …" Granny Davol's face was filled with disbelief.
Then, Granny Davol's face turned black. She lost all her life and slowly fell down.
The crowd burst into a collective howl of panic.
Gleeward gritted his teeth and panted continuously.
"Haih, these people aren't as useful as my cuties." The Blood Mystic covered her mouth and chuckled. The blood spots on her face swayed like reeds in the wind. "Of course, you're also much weaker when you face them …
"Pitiful humans."
Nicholas stared at all of this in a daze.
"They …" Gleeward's eyes were bloodshot. He bit down hard on his lower lip and pulled the pike out of the old woman's body while his entire body trembled. "They won't stop …"
The crippled man gripped the pike in his hand tighter, as if he wanted to leave a palm print on it.
"No matter how injured or damaged they are, they will only get up again …"
This was his Shield District.
"They're coming at me wave after wave …"
These were the people he was supposed to protect.
"Stop me, kill me …"
These … unarmed, innocent, innocent civilians.
"Unless …"
Gleeward roared angrily with a face full of tears. He swung his hands and raised the pike.
"Kill …"
The crowd drew closer.
Panicked, fearful, and trembling faces that he was incredibly familiar with appeared before his eyes.
"Kill them …"
Gleeward, who was about to break down, was like a trapped beast that had been forced into a corner. He roared in grief, indignation, and despair.
"Kill them!"
Nicholas watched the waves of people approach them, then looked at the countless corpses that had already fallen beside Gleeward.
He felt a chill run down his spine.
The Blood Mystic clicked her tongue. "Tsk tsk, the Soul Slayer Pike … is it?"
Unprecedented anger appeared in her eyes. "I know the power of this thing better than you do …
"The power it can unleash in Raikaru's hands is much stronger than a rookie like you …
"But I am still standing here in one piece." The Blood Mystic raised her hands. There was a smile on her face, and her voice was cold. "Guess what this proves?"
The Mystic grinned and laughed with her head thrown back.
'Very well.'
Giza thought quickly in her abnormally excited state. 'This way, I can at least buy some time.
Enough time to search for that boy.
Find him.
Kill him.
Save him! '
As her thoughts raced, Kilika extended more and more tentacles underground.
Two patches of red appeared on Nicholas' pale face. He spoke slowly and laboriously.
"So, you've already planned how to face the Soul Slayer Pike from the beginning, right?
"Starting from absorbing your 'food' …"
The Mystic flashed a bright smile.
Gleeward could not stop trembling. He raised his head and looked at the approaching crowd. His eyes were filled with numbness and determination.
Nicholas stared at his inhuman opponent. His heart grew heavier.
'What should I do?
Kill all the residents of Shield District who are not dead yet?
Kill thousands or even tens of thousands of them?
Fight her again? '
"How could this be?" The Star Killer took a deep breath and shook his head slowly. "The Soul Slayer Pike is recorded in the 'Legend of the World', as well as you and the hydra, but why is there no record of this scene …"
"I'm not sure about this either." The Blood Mystic exhaled. Her smile did not fade. "But I can make some guesses …"
Nicholas and Gleeward frowned.
"Did you know that the Soul Slayer Pike's ability was originally called 'Extermination'?" The Mystic smiled faintly. "But later on, it was renamed 'Extermination'."
Gleeward shuddered.
Giza chuckled. She raised her head and stared at the Cliff of the Sky, at the statue of the hero who was holding a pike and staring at the ground. It was a statue of perseverance, courage, compassion, tolerance, and greatness.
"Originally, Raikaru had a blood heir …" the Mystic said faintly, "His son, his younger brother, his nephew, his uncle …"
"The Eckstedt Family who loved each other."
Nicholas and Gleeward stared at each other. Their eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment.
"Until we met on the battlefield …"
The Mystic narrowed her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Your so-called human hero.
"That heartless, cruel, and terrifying man with a heart as hard as stone …"
"Raikaru Eckstedt."
In their eyes, the terrifying and cruel Blood Calamity gently raised her slender fingers and slowly pointed at the advancing crowd.
"Personally lifting the Soul Slayer Pike …"
Giza's eyes shone with a strange and subtle red light. She parted her cherry lips and revealed a secret that sent chills down their spines.
"All of them …
"Did not spare a single one …
"Killed them all."
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