Chapter 523 - Strongest (2/2)

Seeing the platforms descending, the group of prisoners that had been wailing below suddenly began to cheer. They didn't even consider the fact their lives would still be in danger or that many more could have been saved had Hargrove chosen a different method.

It was exactly as Hargrove expected. This was human nature.

”Down.” Escobar commanded coldly. ”Shields at the ready. Charge!”

Governor Duke Owen didn't stay back. His aging body seemed even more agile than the youngsters, pouncing forward with vigor.

He realized that platforms presented an opportunity. It was impossible for the thousands of prisoners that had escaped to successfully climb upon those platforms before they crossed the remaining distance. From a cursory calculation, there was only enough space for a hundred people at a time and it took half a minute for a round trip to be completed.

Of course, Governor Duke Owen wasn't foolish enough to use these platforms to try and climb the city wall, that would be asking for death. However, the existence of the platforms would make breaching the gates much easier.

City Lord Hargrove might have wanted to teach the prisoners a pre-emptive lesson with his actions, but he seemed to have not considered the fact that it would be impossible to use the archers to stop their siege if the very platforms they were using protected the warriors of Earth from above!

Seeing such actions though, Hargrove sneered.

Dark Cloud Prison was a place with maybe the tightest security on Earth with the exception of the Royal Palace. It could be said that in order to become a guard here, you had to be an elite amongst elites. Even those who weren't handpicked for this job from the very beginning had been high ranking military officials before their placement.

This was all to say that the group of men and women that followed Governor Duke Owen now were all powerful combatants.

However….

They were all powerful combatants without the slightest idea on how to siege a city.

Both men looked toward one another as though they were looking at a fool. But, only a real clash would tell just who was right and who was wrong.

Unfortunately… whether or not that clash would happen would soon become an unknown.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Just when Governor Duke Owen had already crossed the halfway mark to Hargrove City, space solidified. Another swath of charging warriors froze, unable to move a single inch.

This wasn't out of fear, no… They were physically unable to control their bodies. As though they had suddenly been placed into a hardened mold of concrete, everything from their limbs even to their facial muscles didn't seem capable of budging even the slightest.

The central platform the guards and Warden Owen had just come from splintered into two.

Slowly, a group of prisoners, each with bright red #D tags on their chests made their way up.

The air around them seemed heavy beyond compared to the point where even the archers on Hargrove City's walls couldn't budge an inch.

At the head of these Dark Prisoner's, a lanky man with messy dirty blond hair stood. His back was hunched and his arms were still crossed in his straitjacket. From the front, it was simply impossible to see his facial expressions because his gaze faced the ground, allowing his hair to block whatever view one might have had otherwise.

His bare feet scraped along the ground, his legs barely raising as he walked forward.

Yet, even as this group began to move, no one else seemed capable of doing so.

A cold sweat began to bead down City Lord Hargrove's forehead. Even he struggled to move, even twitching his fingers felt as though he was lifting several tons of weight.

This ability.. Whatever it was… It was the most powerful he had ever seen. No… Even if he included those monsters he had heard of during his over a century worth of life… None could compare to this…