Chapter 229 (1/2)

Book 2, Chapter 86 – The Dark Atom Invasion

The Blight-tooth warriors knocked their bows and drew back strings, ready to fire another wave of arrows However, even before they could pull the strings ready, the ethereal worace she waved the whip clutched in her hand, which released a burst of cyan energy through the forest I swept horizontal to the ground and out toward her enemies, like a blade of wind

A fifty- from natives and beasts, to trees and even stone were split in two as the light swept by All of it seemed as substantial as bean curd before a sharp knife All of it was neatly cleaved in half

Cloudhaatched as a terrifying cold crept up his spine Subconsciously he touched his waist, thankfully discovering that it all still seemed in once piece Even his clothes were unscathed He stared at the unfathomable demonhunter with deep respect Her relic was not only fierce and quick, it could be gentle as well in a moment's notice What uncanny power!

Instructor Cutter took a drag on the cigarette lazily s between his lips He pulled out his sword, athat was crih at least several hundred pounds Its blade edge looked incoed spikes The hilt was in the shape of a coiling python Waves of threatening power poured from the instructor as he brandished his weapon and squinted at Cloudhawk “You You're not dead”

This earned a deep sigh froh”

Cutter snorted “If you can't even survive this test, what right do you have to enter hell's Valley? Get behind us and see how it's done”

The valley's head instructors varied wildly in deh his sas so to behold, it wasn't a relic The other tere undoubtedly demonhunters The layers of metal armor the other one as his relic

Hoas Cloudhawk so sure? He could feel the resonance co from it Even before the female instructor made her athered around his fortress-like figure, causing glowing lines to appear throughout thepatterns, ultin

The entire suit of ar oven

Boom!

In sharp contrast to the lu suit of metal, the armored instructor exploded forith incoh the forest, leveling everything in his path One of the natives had the ithal to try and block, but erupted into a dozen led pieces when the instructor hit him

Anything in the streaking light's path – whether it ood or stone or flesh – was smashed to pieces as easily as rotted furniture In its as a trough four or five rinder

Cloudhawk had hters in his life; Selene, Dawn, Atlas, Frost… Each of the styles

With the exception of the Caliph of the Sands or Lord Arcturus, Cloudhawk had never seen an attack that shook him so deeply The ar through his enemies under the protection of his ie turned all enemies into meat paste

An attack like that obliterated the enemy's body and morale

Cutter heaved his do weapon “Leave some for me!”

His words hung in the air as Instructor Cutter leapt forward Charging into the fray, deep indentations were left where his feet feel His sword crashed into the ene up a teth, he was the hter Cloudhawk had ever witnessed

The soldiers of hell's Valley discharged their crossbows, then switched thee weapons In that space of tiht or nine of their enemies to pieces

A dozen of the assistants rushed in to join the fight A hundred more elite veterans followed behind

Blight-tooth Clan had erupted into chaos, forsaking their freedoe in nuth could not ainst an assault like this? Every one of those soldiers was a veteran of a hundred battles, and the assistants were the cream of that crop

Meanwhile, Blight-tooth's soldiers hardly outnuive the hue forced the sweepers five hundred ained another three hundredmore than half the natives' forces dead By the third assault there was al left

Cloudhawk had been i the veterans at work, he final understood just how inferior the wastelands were at waging war These veterans were nothing short of terrifying, and could easily sweep through any outpost in the wastelands without concern

As Blackfang watched the eneht of hope died in his chest With deep regret he wondered why he'd ignored Gorefang's orders Why chase after this lone assassin with all his ht have stood a chance The forces of hell's Valley couldn't stray too far from their home

Now, though… it was all too late Blackfang shrieked at his warriors in their strange tongue

Cloudhawk didn't understand their language, but he didn't need to in order to understand it was a call for retreat The difference was too great How could the natives survive against most of the valley's power?

Only a handful of stalker riders ed to survive

Blackfang led a few dozen warriors into the forest, toward the borderlands If the valley's soldiers were all here, it e eak There was a chance what reh, out into the safety of the wastelands