Chapter 36 - One Night Conquer (1/2)

For a moment, the Avalanche Bringer stopped moving. The barrage of attacks that was shrugged away by the dense mana shield from the titanic skeleton didn't garner a reaction from the monstrosity.

Every crevice of the titan's armor was spewing out heavy amounts of smoke as if the inside was burning. It struck numerous non-believers with confusion.

Those who lost their limbs and cultivation progress due to this abruptly demoralizing raid, were agape whether they would chant a cry of victory or to wail if the Avalanche Bringer brought more trickery of carnage on its sleeves.

The smoke engulfed the giant skeleton, churning from silver into the hue of black as it released a huge shockwave to the surrounding area.

Thunder struck the smoke, the Avalanche Bringer was gone. Numerous Calamities lost their appetite and ran away into the opposite direction with their tails between their legs

The moment passed, their Citadel, their home's beating heart that was being torned out of history had fought back its fate with gusto in a crude match of willpower, and they won, they finally won.

”THE RAID IS OVER!!”

”HURRAAAHHH!!!”

”WE'VE SURVIVED!”

The merriment survivors chanted their praises and hope as they trample the corpses of the dead, both Calamity and their fellow Usurpers.

Out of hundreds, there were only 37 followers of Pallas. Out of thousands, only a few hundred Usurpers survived the raid.

The logistics group began to barge into the former frontline with healing pills and tools. Some of the healers from Pallas Temple had also joined.

To heal, a spellcaster needs to know the structure of the body and organs. Many healers required years of training before they could perform the healing spell, not to mention that there were numerous races with different biology that they needed to keep in track of.

Many also decided to carve their prey to snatch the resources for their own, while some were glad that they could still take a breath for longer in this world.

But is it really the end? The Calamities would never stop to trample everything for their goal, there is no turning back for them, yet, they turned around, giving their weak back to their arch nemesis. It was also the first case of an Avalanche Bringer deciding to deem the war not worthy even though they are the one with the upper hand.

Some Usurpers were too blind with the feeling of safety, while others were paranoid with the thought in their minds.

Why?

It was questioned, but it became an unsolved mystery until dusk came. The Vagant Association spreaded their forces in case that there will be another raid in the night, but nothing came. Although there was a strange pattern exuded from the scouted Calamities.

They stood still, one of the scouts even stumbled upon them in close range but there was no hostility shown from their gesture, as if they were blind and their consciousness was taken. Or it could be a command from a higher ranked Calamity that made them act like an ignorant statue.

Eerily as it sounds, that scout stumbled upon more of them, lining up like a soldier before the war, but as if time had stopped. Until a mysterious entity cut his throat from behind.

The night became a horror. The patrolling Usurpers might deem this midnight as nap time, as one by one, their comrades in arms were affected by an eternal lullaby of their hearts flatlining.

30% of the total people within the Citadel were assassinated, and all of them were cultivators.

Many might turn a blind eye to the corpses that rotted throughout the night. It wasn't their fault as they were restless, still afraid of opening their front door due to the rumors of the killer of the night.