Chapter 949: Ciao (1/2)
The three mountains had mostly sunk into the ground before a minute had even passed as explosions rang loudly from their depths. It took only moments for thousands of lives to be claimed. This was possibly the worst loss anyone had suffered in the Fringe.
The rumbling echoed nonstop. Once the three mountains had sunk more than halfway through the ground, they cracked open in the middle. The power that had been brewing within the mountains were unleashed in an energetic burst, causing many godhunters within the mountains to howl in agony. One bloody figure after another burst out the mountains.
It was at this moment that the thick cloud of smoke began descending from the sky while carrying a most terrifying force. Many of the figures that were sent flying from the mountains were crushed by the immense pressure before they landed with audible splats and turned into meat paste.
It turned out that the black smoke hovering above the valley which had gathered corrosive gases on those mountains had been waiting for this moment.
The three mountains had turned into hell on earth. Even though the explosions had subsided, the howls of pain never stopped and grew louder and more bone-chillingly frequent.
Gradually, the dust and explosions settled. After the smoke that descended took another thousand lives, it dispersed into nothingness.
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Ashes and dust kept falling from the sky instead of rocky shards. It seemed as if peace and quiet had returned.
The three mountains had sunk into the ground completely, though they hadn't been reduced to complete rubble. Gradually, figures covered in injuries walked out from the mountains with broken bones and blood at the corner of their mouths. There were only tens of them that were completely uninjured, and all of them were powerful highgods.
Dhaka, Dagmar, and Asser were the last three to come out of the mountains. Seeing their pitiful subordinates, their expressions darkened; they were like volcanoes that could erupt at any moment.
Salas had also managed to leave. Once more, he experienced first hand the terror of the House of Han.
By now, he had made his decision to never again fight the House of Han. It wasn't that he was a coward; they just far superseded his expectations based on the fact that Dhaka and the other two lost close to half of their men before even encountering their enemy directly.
Thinking back, Salas recalled how he was just like the three of them back then, filled with the ambition of eliminating Pandemonium. Yet, that had gotten him trapped in some weird barrier with none of his subordinates even spotting half a person from the House of Han. He had suffered a loss as heavy as this too.
He decided he would completely forget this notion of getting even with them. Initially, he had planned to settle debts with the House of Han once everything was over, but now he was certain that wasn't a path he wanted to go down.
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”Let's assess our losses,” Dhaka said after a long period of silence and heavy sighing.
His henchmen that didn't dare to speak up the whole time immediately carried out their orders. Dagmar and Asser also waved to get their subordinates to do the same.
The subordinates called their names one after another, but only half of them answered. Dhaka and the other two Hegemons seemed even grimmer.
Soon, the verdict was out. They had each come with more than a thousand subordinates, but only half survived. Only around two thousand godhunters in total made it out from the mountains alive with varying injuries right before they encountered even a single member from the House of Han.
”Salas!” Dagmar roared as he shot him a venomous glare.
”We were about to leave this place, yet you insisted on going in. What does this have to do with me?” Salas said dauntlessly. He glared coldly back at Asser and Dhaka. ”So you want to push all the blame on me if something goes wrong, huh? Is that how you usually conduct yourselves?”