703 Gruesome Battle 1 (2/2)
”This is the first cleansing,” Garen said calmly, ”Those who manage to survive are worthy of bearing the name of the Holy Fist Palace,” he glanced coldly at the elites around him.
”That goes the same for you guys.”
”Yes!”
The Nighthawk members immediately replied with their heads down.
Angel adjusted her spectacles as she read out the data.
”According to the overall intel, there are a total of six higher ranking members who have gone out to fight and that have been held off by us. There should be only a few Middle-Level and Lower-Level non-combatants inside and we should need about…. Wait!” Angel's expression changed for the worse, ”There seems to be a new gathering point appearing. It's from the underground!”
”Impossible! Wellington and the surrounding Blood Breed elites are all here. There shouldn't be any other elites appearing!” a Nighthawk elite was in disbelief.
”The instrument doesn't lie,” Angel's face turned pale, ”Captain, there's a new unknown force gathering together in front of us. There's something interrupting my scanning so I don't know what it is.”
”What's their power level?”
”Undetermined.”
”How about the overall size?”
”Indeterminable as well. The enemy has the latest jamming device,” sweat started to appear on Angel's head.
”Isn't this interesting?” Garen smirked and didn't seem to be worried at all, ”If everything is determined from the getgo, I don't even need to be here.”
He then slowly walked towards the huge Holy Labyrinth.
Everything was a test for Garen. He was using the Blood Breed to test the Holy Fist Palace's strength.
AG had set up a huge witchcraft nearby and was currently sapping a huge amount of fresh blood and life forces. A strange black gas started to appear from the air and ground.
Garen reached out his hand in an attempt to grab hold of the black gas but the black gas evaded him as if it was alive and hastily swam far away like a fish.
”Looks like it's a success,” He smiled, ”Next up, we will have to see whose trump card is more superior.”
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The battle between the Lightless Alliance and Blood Breed had reached its final stage.
With the activation of the Holy Labyrinth, it meant that the battle was nearing its conclusion.
Dahm was struggling with the endless amount of vampires that tried to kill him. Explosions would happen each time he pushed off the surrounding vampires. However, the ashes didn't give up and kept going after him like starving wolves.
On the other hand, Arudo had already hidden in the forest at the side and could no longer be seen. He was like a venomous snake, hidden inside the dark corner waiting to strike a lethal blow.
This gave Dahm a huge amount of pressure.
This was the first time.
This was the first time he felt anxious fighting against someone who was not Garen.
Furthermore, the loss of blood made him annoyed. It was as if his annoyance had been incensed by the idea of him losing too much blood.
Black figures kept revolving around him as a huge group of vampires was killed by him, and they kept producing a strange sound. Their eyes were red and it was obvious that they had long been hypnotized by the Upper-Level Blood Breeds and the only order they had was to kill their enemy even if it killed them.
”Blood Breeds… These damn bastards!!” Dahm looked very barbaric while drenched in his own blood. His makeup and attire were not as glamorous as before. His vision had started to turn muddy and he had spent most of his aura as he fought with Arudo. Now, he could only struggle with his basic skills.
”You can't escape,” Arudo's voice came from the forest, ”As a Blood Breed, I commend your strength but unfortunately, a human will always be a human. You'll always be flawed and this is the reason why you lose.”
”Shut up!” Dahm scolded. Then, a scream could be heard nearby. It was one of the Four Hunting Generals. His eyes twitched at every loss from among the Four Hunting Generals; it pained his heart greatly as they were his loyal subordinates!
”Look around, your subordinates have been surrounded again. The holy weapon shines upon us and we're back to full power. You guys, on the other hand, will slowly feel pressured physically and mentally,” Arudo said coldly as his voice kept reverberating in the empty field.
Pew!
As Dahm wasn't careful enough, a black shadow from the vampire swift passed his hand and a huge chunk of meat was bitten off.
He screamed as he held onto his hands. Now that both of his hands were severely injured, he could no longer exert any force from it and blood had seemed to stop flowing out as well. He had already lost close to thirty percent of his blood. If not for being a Martial Adept who could shrink his muscles to drastically reduce the amount of blood loss, he would have fainted from excessive blood loss ages ago and be shredded into pieces.
As Dahm finally lost his means to defend himself, Arudo came out with a perfect third eye from the forest.
The Bloody Arudo! He who represented the Upper-Level Blood Breed. One of the rare few that could fight a good war. He looked at the surrounded Dahm while thinking of a way to develop his descendants. Even though this would make him lose some of his blood and reduce his overall strength, this person right in front of him was still rather valuable.