Chapter 180 - Chapter 180: 100. I want to report! _3 (1/2)
Chapter 180: 100. I want to report! _3
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Lieutenant Cavado roared in fury, his body swelling dramatically as he fanned out an aggressive palm strike that pushed away the soldiers in front of him.
Black Lightning streaked through the crowd, grazing the air beside the soldiers, before landing on Cavado’s chest.
“Crackle!”
From the Black Lightning sprung forth a multitude of electric serpents.
The surrounding soldiers were struck by these meandering electric serpents and instantly turned into dry husks, their eye sockets hollow as they were ground to dust in the impending tempest of obliteration.
Lieutenant Cavado withstood the Black Lightning, bearing the brunt of the damage.
His body swayed as he stumbled back several steps, colliding with a wall with a loud clang. The metal box in his hands fell to the ground at the same time.
On his chest, a large hole erupted, aflame with Black Flames!
His skin, bones, and internal organs all sizzled beneath the burn of the black flames.
“Ah ah ah!”
Cavado clutched his wound and shrieked in agony, his face a contorted mix of rage and a strange kind of ecstasy:
“Your timing is impeccable! Damned Death Notice Guild Wizard! We’ve been looking for you! Hahaha!”
Cavado laughed facing the sky, completely disregarding the injury in front of him:
“If you’ve come of your own accord, then all the better! …Men, activate the Biochemical Soldiers! Let’s show this Death Notice rabble our might!”
“The Empire is nothing but trash who only know how to manipulate humans!
Bring as many as you like, I will kill them all! I’m still short of two fingers of Imperial Warrant Officers for my holy objects! I’ll start by using you as material! ”
Screeching, Greenshaw transformed into a twirling column of black smoke, like a whirlwind rushing towards the metal box next to Cavado.
As he seized what they referred to as the ‘holy object’, not forgetting to address the cause of all this mess:
“You too! Go die!”
A bolt of lightning shot from the black smoke, aimed directly at Noland Lee’s location.
But the lightning fell short, striking the ground tile with a crackle and spraying fragments and dust everywhere, not even touching the hem of Lee’s clothing.
This was not the time to delay; Noland Lee was not a fool.
He had already taken advantage of Greenshaw’s distracted attention, and shaken off the magical restraint, fleeing for his life.