Chapter 881: Slaughterhouse (1/2)

GDK 881: Slaughterhouse

Hofs and Larikson thought that there was nothing in the Han Residence that could harm them. They assumed that Kinu’s highgod thunderbolts had destroyed all the defenses after seeing that the Residence was revealed.

As the mist dissipated, the members of the House of Han were revealed. They seemed anxious and terrified. This was all the more evidence to Hofs and Larikson that the House of Han had run out of tricks. If both Hofs and Larikson, the strongest and most experienced experts in the army could be fooled, then the rest of the army would be even more clueless.

Therefore, on Hofs’ mark, all of Hushveil City’s divine guards and Larikson’s elite experts charged towards the Han Residence that was unveiling from the mist.

But this time, those on the frontlines were not the divine guards from Hushveil City, but they were Hofs, Larikson, and those highgods that Larikson brought. Unlike the previous battles, the strongest were at the very front. Perhaps the glistening wealth that the House of Han had accumulated all these years had blinded them.

These experts had remained passive throughout the assault. But when the Han Residence appeared defenseless, propelled by greed, they charged to the fore, wanting to loot all the wealth and resources that the House of Han had.

The gang led by Hofs and Larikson went into the Han Residence in just an instant. Having the same objective, they flew towards the tallest and most magnificent building where Phoebe and the others were.

“Hahaha! Welcome to the slaughterhouse!” Gilbert laughed maniacally before he shouted, “Reactivate the formations!”

Everywhere in the Residence, beams of sinister purple-red lights suddenly lit up from the ground and shot towards the sky. It seemed as though a giant whirlpool of tremendous suction power was being generated. The mist that had dissipated re-converged in an instant. The Han Residence was yet again shrouded by a thick mist.

Simultaneously, chilling winds started blowing fiercely as ear-piercing shrieks spiked throughout the air. The Han Residence was flooded with all sorts of sinister energies in an instant. The energies engulfed every living thing within range and allowed none to leave the giant meat grinder.

Hofs instantly sensed that something was horribly wrong. “Oh shit! Everyone retreat at once!”

His command, however, came too late. Most of the remaining Hushveil City divine guards he brought had entered the Han Residence. There were merely a dozen or so who were still outside the Residence. They were the weakest of the army and therefore were pulled far behind by their comrades.

Larikson was stunned. The ferocious energies that were flooding the area made him feel threatened. He also realized that he had yet again fallen into his enemy’s trap as though he was their puppet. It was a terrible feeling.

Strange, eerie noises started playing in every region before bizarre energies suddenly started manifesting. The demonic formations had begun to operate. The hallucinating, corrosive, and soul-attacking effects erupted from those formations and firmly enveloped the trespassers.

It was as though a giant meat grinder had been switched on. Bizarre columns of lights started flying all around, covering the formation like a giant spider web that could cut its attackers into chunks. At the center of the formations was the Han Residence where the members of the House of Han were watching. From the top of the tallest structure, they could see the horrifying situation all around them. They were pleased to see the trespassers being shredded to pieces.

The members of the House of Han were gathered in a meeting room where they could observe the deadliness of those demonic formations safely without being affected. Torn bodies, limbs and organs could be seen splattering everywhere. They also saw the attackers make their final struggle and heard them shriek miserably as they perished.

At this moment, all those valiant-looking divine guards of Hushveil City seemed as weak as newborn infants. They were helpless against the myriad of attacks and energies they had never seen before. Resistance was futile.

“Brilliant! Just brilliant! That’s what they deserve for intruding our Han Residence!” laughed Gilbert as he watched the bloodbath. He also explained the miraculous features of certain demonic formations to Stratholme, Candide, and the others.

Other than Bollands, Gilbert, and Sanguis, no one else in the room had any real understanding of the demonic formations deployed around the Han Residence. Even Phoebe, Emily, and the others had no clue how to operate them. Before the demonic formations were activated, the members of the House of Han were feeling somewhat concerned even though they had confidence in the defenses Han Shuo deployed.

But now, after having witnessed its destructiveness with their own eyes, they finally understood why Gilbert and Sanguis would be so optimistic.

By then, Stratholme, Ayermike, Phobe, and the others were so astonished that they were at a loss for words. They had yet again witnessed Han Shuo’s magic and had considered Han Shuo as a supernatural being who would always make miracles. They became even more convinced of Han Shuo's invincibility.