1144 Plot 2 (1/2)
It struck a chord in Baylon as she lifted her head to look up.
A figure floating above came into sight. It was a face she recalled many times in enmity.
”Chinande!!” Baylon's iris shrunk as unbearable fear stirred within her.
Yet at the same time, the hatred that once lived in her memory sunk in, intertwining with fear.
”Level Ten... Perpetual Motioner Holy Lord,” Baylon tightened her grip on the white blade. The handle of the blade was almost crushed in her hands.
Wham!!
In a blink of an eye, Chinande's face magnified before her.
With no technique whatsoever and using a level ten gravitation in ten thousand folds, she was gravitationally knocked away with one punch.
Wham!
Vast amounts of gravitation amassed in his pale knuckle punched Baylon's head without hesitation. Space in the universe seemed to collapse and warp around the knuckle. Even the rays of light assembled into this one punch.
A plain murderous intent was clearly emitting from Chinande.
Baylon watched his knuckle slam against her with eyes wide open without an ounce of strength to retaliate. Time seemed to have slowed down as the nerves in her body reacted with extreme speed but no matter how fast she was, it was powerless against the ten thousand fold gravitation.
Watching the knuckle nearing in, Baylon could somehow hear the nervous shouts of Clint, Red Moon; raging screams of White Winter and the lot as well as the roaring of the spaceship's laser beams.
But it was all too late...
No one could have predicted the unexpected appearance of Chinande who was a level ten Holy Lord, personally attacking them who were merely supporting characters.
Yet it happened and to this point, any resistance would be futile.
”Am I... going to die?” She watched in a daze as the distorted gravitational knuckle closed in. She was not afraid of death. She was only dissatisfied. Dissatisfied with the fact that she grew too slow. Although she developed faster than most, she was still far from talking about revenge.
Unknowingly, she closed her eyes and waited for the arrival of her death.
Wham!!!
The expected pain did not come. It wasn't just the same pain, even a tiny shred of collision wasn't felt.
”Even if you're going to die, you must make your opponent pay. I have taught you this, have you forgotten?” A deep voice rung in Baylon's ear.
She popped open her eyes and saw a tough and large build figure in a red robe standing in front of her. He single-handedly held onto Chinande's wielding right hand.
Shrouds of cold, white air were confronting the extensive gravitation of extreme oblivion emitted by Chinande.
”Bro...ther...” Baylon's eyes widened. She stared at the figure before her in disbelief.
******
Within the spaceship.
”Lonnie!!”
Veins were showing all over Clint's body. The charging action of pulling open the hatch was quickly stopped.
Phew...
White Winter grabbed onto his pounding heart. A single fleeting moment between life and death had him over the edge.
”I won't be able to take a few times of this...” He took a deep puff of his cigarette but his trembling hands revealed his less-than-calm state.
”Thank goodness someone blocked...” The green-haired man went pale white. For a moment, the entire spaceship fell dead silent and everyone had their hearts in their mouth. The swift turn of events had caught even those who were experienced off guard.
”Who is that Holy Lord that rescued her?” Clint ran back and asked loudly.
”Let me see,” the man with green hair adjusted the portrait, magnifying it.
The magnified portrait has everyone on board stunned...
”This is... This...!” White Winter's cigarette dropped onto the ground.
”It's that fellow, Nonosiva!!” The first to regain senses was Red Moon, ”How could it be! I couldn't even sense it!?”
”Nonosiva?” The green-haired man was dumbfounded.
Clint shared a complicated expression.
”He's Lonnie's brother. Blood-related brother. Perhaps you'll recognize the other name he goes by.”
”What?”
”Holy Lord of Scarlet Snow...”
”Holy Lord of Scarlet Snow, Garen!?” The man with green hair went sluggish. This name once shook the human race. There wasn't one Mech Pilot that didn't know this genius of an Energy Machinist.
”Faded... Creation...” At the same time, a cold and ruthless voice came from the outer world.
Crimson snowflakes appeared in space and slowly descended from above. It was no different within the spaceship.
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Countless crimson snowflakes gathered in Garen's palm. The snowflakes twirled around, belching terrifying chills. He flung his arm to hit Chinande's chest.
A faded force field automatically sprung out and this level ten faded force field was absorbing the energy out of Chinande. This was an absolute force field that engulfed all creations.
Chinande raised his arm in an attempt to block but found no strength. The majority of his power absorbed as he began to channel.
”You!!”
Wham!!!!
Their palms directly met with each other.
The snowflakes plummeted out like scarlet blood, expanding onto Chinande's body.
Garen's palm broke Chinande's arm with ease and then ruthlessly pressed onto his chest.