Chapter 48 Chapter 48: The Final Line of Defense
Chapter 48: The Final Line of Defense
"Do you all perhaps harbor the delusion that after disturbing us like this, you can still leave safely?"
Step—step—
Long, drawn-out footsteps sounded, and the surrounding yellow sand collapsed, transforming into a sea of blood.
"Lord of Blood!"
Scout tightly gripped his long rifle, and everyone immediately faced a formidable enemy.
Faced with such an existence beyond the norm, only a handful within Babel could handle it, but none of them were here now.
"Even Theresa would be heartbroken to lose several elite operators at once, right? But unfortunately, your main force is quite slippery. Ah well, it doesn't matter anyway."
The Lord of Blood waved his hand somewhat boredly. Several thick Bloodfiend's Tentacles coiled around the armored vehicle, its surface creaking under the immense pressure.
But to his surprise, even under such circumstances, the vehicle's surface still showed not a single dent.
"It seems Babel has some good things too. But inanimate objects are ultimately just inanimate objects."
Seeing he couldn't pry it open like a can, the Lord of Blood thought to lift it instead.
"At least before the main army arrives, I should deal with you first..."
"Old thing! Let go of my vehicle! Can you even afford to pay for it, you Sarkaz profanity?"
W cursed loudly, grabbed her Guardian Rifle, and under everyone's astonished gazes, fired a shot at the Lord of Blood!
Boom!
The Lord of Blood didn't even move a step. A viscous tide of blood protectively swallowed the flames and fragments from the explosion.
"Struggle and resistance are but useless...?!"
The Lord of Blood's eyes narrowed. He tilted his head as a black ice spike broke through the barrier of the cold wave, narrowly grazing past his temple. The profound coldness contained within it sent a chill through his heart.
"It's you?"
His gaze instantly locked onto Kevin.
"Lord of Blood?"
Azure eyes flickered with a deep, cold light. He extended his hand.
Blizzard!
The Lord of Blood felt every pore on his body explode. As an Ancient, he hadn't felt such a lethal threat in a long time!
"Hahahaha, truly exhilarating. I never expected Babel to have a powerhouse of your caliber. Why have I never seen you before?"
Just as the blade-like ice spikes pierced through his body, they suddenly exploded into a large amount of blood, scattering in all directions.
Every drop of blood transformed into an ugly Bloodfiend construct. In the blink of an eye, they filled the entire area covered by the blood tide.
His own unharmed body slowly rose from another part of the blood tide. Clearly, the previous attack hadn't caused him any injury. 六⑨四⑨三⑥一③五
"You all go ahead."
Kevin casually severed the tentacles behind him, freeing the Fire Moth Model 53, and calmly instructed.
They were too close and their bodies were frail enough. If they were caught in his attack'saftershock, he didn't think they had the kind of powerful physique like Patriot's to withstand it.
"Hey, got it, boss. You handle things here."
W was undoubtedly the most carefree one among them. She had a very clear understanding of Kevin's strength.
What Lord of Blood? Only fit to smell my boss Kevin's farts!
So she was actually the one with the most confidence in Kevin.
"Alright, let's go, let's go. Don't get in Boss Kevin's way, okay?"
"Mmm... then you, be extra careful."
Before leaving, Aneto couldn't help but give one last worried reminder.
Kevin stood with his back to them, waving his hand dismissively. The Fire Moth emblem on his chest shone brightly.
"Oh, letting your comrades leave first? Such a touching scene~"
The Lord of Blood wore a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
Hearing the other's words, Kevin was momentarily stunned. So that was what he meant?
It didn't matter. Since there were no longer restrictions about friendly fire, then the result would be the same anyway.
"Fine then, I'll help them this once."
Not for Babel's sake. Consider it... for that welcome banquet.
"Strive to survive."
"Are you joking?"
Unrestrained coldness wantonly erupted. Clearly, he was not joking.
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"Hurry! Faster! We must catch up to Babel before they move again!"
"General, His Lordship has already gone ahead. Based on comparison, the engagement location should be just ahead."
Manfred nodded. As a Lord of the Royal Court, the Lord of Blood might have some personality flaws, but his strength was trustworthy.
Ancients... if they didn't have some psychological issues, could they even be called Ancients?
"Mmm, relay the order: quickly pass through the valley ahead. Leave one squad behind to clean up the battlefield."
Those elite operators harassing them might have some skill, but compared to an ancient Lord of the Royal Court, they were undoubtedly no different from ants on the ground.
Manfred didn't think they could survive an encounter with the Lord of Blood.
"But... why does it feel a bit cold?"
Manfred frowned, sensing something unusual in the air. It shouldn't be the season for this yet.
This temperature was very abnormal. At this moment, the vanguard at the very front had already reached the valley ahead.
But without receiving any orders, their entire unit seemed to have fallen into a stupor and stopped there.
"General! General!"
A Sarkaz messenger ran over, his face full of an expression as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Calm down. Speak. If it's about His Lordship, there's no need to report. He won't attack you all. Just proceed normally."
Manfred roughly "guessed." It was probably another "masterpiece" created by that Lord of Blood. At least for the vast majority of people, that kind of bloody and cruel scene was hard to accept.
"No, it's not His Lordship! Oh no, it is! His Lordship he!"
It wasn't that the messenger was tongue-tied; he simply couldn't describe in words the scene he had witnessed. It had exceeded his comprehension.
"In any case, please come and see for yourself!"
Manfred frowned deeply, flung his cape aside, fastened his sword at his waist, and stormed out of the tent.
He wanted to see just what could block the army of his Military Commission!
"Move aside!"
Arriving at the mouth of the valley, Manfred pushed aside the soldiers blocking his way one by one.
"Hmph! Let me see what exactly you all...?!"
Entering the valley mouth, it suddenly opened up. The oncoming cold air made him shiver, and his pupils abruptly constricted.
He saw that the entire valley seemed to have transformed into a world of ice and snow. Ice crystals interwoven with blood-red and pitch-black hues were everywhere.
A man stood there with his back turned, holding a sword as if waiting—like a silent, majestic statue of a deity, or like the final line of defense against an apocalyptic skyfall.
How long had he been waiting? Who was he waiting for? No one knew.
And beside him, within a cluster of ice crystals, was clearly frozen a figure whose fate was unknown—white hair, red pupils; on hismutilated face one could vaguely discern his original handsome features.
Lord of Blood!!!
Then... those ice crystals... aren't they...?
Manfred swallowed hard, scanning the surrounding ice crystals that more or less carried traces of blood.
His Lordship... was shattered?
And... pieces were everywhere!
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