Chapter 1229 (2/2)

A second later, Theodora Greyman’s danger sense tingled. Her eyes went back to the clock tower and the extremely eye-catching six-story tall humanoid figure that had suddenly ballooned upward next to the Remembrance Memorial. Its body was an unblemished scarlet; its entire being seemed to have been sculpted from fresh blood. Compared to the two and three-story buildings surrounding the greenery, its figure couldn’t be overlooked.

A bloodbeast?!? Here? For a split second, Theodora was so confused that her thoughts seized and refused to proceed forward. But she wasn’t the President of an entire Zone just because of her political acumen. Very quickly, her sharp mind made some connections. So it seems that murder from the new Zone hasn’t quite been stopped yet, even if the murders ceased. Still, this size-

As the bloodbeast began to raise its arm, an arm that was the size of two city buses connected end-to-end, many of the individuals in the crowd with weaker danger detection Skills twisted around to look at the towering bloodbeast. Its crimson body was a stark contrast against the clear blue sky. It towered up above the surrounding buildings, an intimidating monolith.

One person screamed, and then the lawn erupted into chaos.

Those with higher physical Stats simply barreled over those who got in their way as the crowd surged to escape. Everyone was trying to vacate the area between the bloodbeast and President Greyman, but the small side streets connecting to the corner of the greenery couldn’t accommodate so much foot traffic; Very quickly, the rapid exodus mired into a swamp of struggling humans.

Theodora watched as many weaker individuals were knocked to the ground and trampled. Some members of the police were stationed around the perimeter of the speech, but they couldn’t fight against the explosive flow of bodies out of the path of the bloodbeast. Some were buoyed away by the determined crowd, rapidly overpowered by the mass.

“You will die today.” The huge bloodbeast rumbled, its arms pointing across the clearing lawn toward Theodora Greyman. There could be no doubt that this was an attack; perhaps the first assassination attempt since the System had arrived.

But who is it? Still that lone murderer? Or have the Nemesai finally revealed themselves? Either way… Theodora’s face split into a sly smile. True, we cannot wield Mjolnir with so many innocents in the area. But did you really think that was the only trump card that Zone 1 possesses? Heh, it’s a bit early, but this is also a good chance to remind the population why they need us...

The huge arm of the bloodbeast folded outward and revealed a dense sphere covered in a strange series of runes. Even as about half of the crowd was still struggling to get out of the way, the bloodbleast released a blast of white light from the orb that surged forward. President Greyman’s mouth pressed into a thin line as the people remaining on the green were knocked off their feet as the blast of energy passed above them. Figures spun like pinwheels through the air as they were whipped helplessly off of their feet.

Even though President Greyman trusted the reports given to her by East Providence’s research team as the strength of her bodyguard, she still felt her heart tremble before the approaching attack. But she refused to move. Sometimes, half of the result was simply due to attitude. So long as she remained confident-

There was an approaching flap of wings. The blast of light surged forward. Theodora Greyman’s nerves distorted her perception of time.

There was a flickering shadow and the head of President Greyman’s security detail superimposed himself between the President and the blast of energy. He was the most balanced of the genetic experiments that combined the physical strength of a Raid Boss with the growth potential of a human mind. Rather than fusing them into one being, these experiments bred symbiotic organisms that possessed the traits of both.

The reports stated that the guard was invincible against foes under Level 70 and could fight evenly with monsters that hadn’t yet reached the tipping point of Level 90. The researchers were cautiously optimistic that if three such experiments were successful, Randidly Ghosthound wouldn’t be able to claim to be invincible on Earth any longer.

Which had certainly caught President Greyman’s attention. Just like the rest of the Earth, no one could avoid measuring their strength against the mysterious Randidly Ghosthound.

The blast of white light hit her guard. There was another flap of wings and then Theodora grunted as an arm seized her waist and pulled her to the side. There was a terrible roar, a blast of heat, and Theodora instinctively activated her best defensive Skill, Mana Body Armor to protect her from the sudden threat.

The grip on her waist tightened and the energy body armor shattered before it had even formed.

Whoever had grabbed Theodora apparently lost their grip, because all of a sudden Theodora found herself tumbling freely to the side. The air smelled like charcoal and sulfur but her combat training instantly surged to the forefront of her mind. After rolling a little bit further away, Theodora sprung to her feet. When she saw the person who had flung her to the side, Theodora’s eyes narrowed.

“Alana Donal,” President Greyman said cautiously. Is Donnyton moving against me? But Alana should have been missing for several months… “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Alana snorted and pointed with her spear. “Saving your life.”

President Greyman opened her mouth to retort, but the words died on her lips as she saw how far she had been thrown from her initial position. The head of her security detail collapsed forward, a huge smoldering hole through his chest. The stage and podium that President Greyman had been delivering her speech from was now an inferno surrounding a pool of molten stone. The aides and police officers that were near the epicenter of the blast lay unmoving on the ground, covered in burns.

Theodora Greyman’s Human Insight Skill informed her that they had died almost immediately, their organs boiling within their own bodies.

The stage had been built at the edge of the green so that it took up the street and was pressed up against the houses surrounding the green area. And those houses were now hollowed out and collapsed, fires beginning to lick up the walls. Had she not been moved… President Greyman would be no more. Erased, just like that, without ever understanding how foolish she was.