The Lord Of Blood Hill-Chapter 234: Ruthless Thug
Henwell looks up toward the man singing loudly on the distant stage, his expression growing darker by the second.
Melissa, standing close, senses something’s off and is about to ask.
Henwell suddenly scoops her up and shouts, “Spencer! Catch her!”
Without hesitation, he hurls Melissa forward.
Amid her startled scream, Henwell draws the Dawn Greatsword from his waist.
With a fierce stomp, he shatters the wooden platform beneath him and lunges forward.
Henwell’s extreme reaction comes from the strange, sinister smile the singing man flashes at him.
Right after Henwell throws Melissa, the singer vanishes from the stage in an instant.
The man suddenly reappears right in front of Henwell.
Henwell swings his sword, but the man dodges sideways with ease.
Then, with a brutal kick to Henwell’s chest, he snarls, “Where did this little pest come from?!”
Henwell crashes like a cannonball into the stands nearby.
Only now do the onlookers realize Melissa is still soaring through the air!
Spencer, also a Battle Knight, doesn’t wait to fully steady himself before rushing out.
He catches Melissa mid-fall, pulling her safely into his arms and rolling back behind the guards.
Jansen kicks a chair aside, drawing his longsword. “Form up! Signal the alarm!”
Five Phoenix family guards immediately draw their swords, positioning themselves to shield Jansen in the center.
Meanwhile, five Lord Iron Guards pull out small square shields hidden beneath their cloaks, strapping them onto their left arms.
They cock their hidden arm crossbows, load bolts, then draw their longswords and take formation.
Just as one Lord Iron Guard prepares to launch the signal flare, Count Marcus shouts, “Wait! This isn’t aimed at Henwell!”
Everyone notices that after kicking Henwell away, the assassin doesn’t pursue him but instead lunges toward the stage.
Over a dozen Iron Knights charge forward, weapons drawn, ready to intercept.
The assassin suddenly pulls out a long blade from who knows where, its edge glowing with a deep crimson light.
The blade flashes like lightning, striking like thunder.
With one sweep, several Iron Knights’ heads fly clean off in unison.
One of them is an Iron Knight from the Vorry Kingdom—he charged too fast and too far ahead.
The remaining four kingdom Iron Knights immediately fall back to Amir’s side.
They unleash their Fighting Spirit, their skin shimmering with a metallic sheen.
As other royal family members from different kingdoms move to help, they freeze when they see just how ferocious the newcomer is. Instantly, their guards roll them down from the stage to safety.
Surrounded by over a dozen Iron Knights, the thug still fights with effortless skill, killing one every two or three strikes.
Warlocks and Mages start channeling their mana, weaving spells to restrain the savage attacker.
Meanwhile, the thug laughs wildly between strikes, “Hahaha… Atwood, you old bastard! Finally, I get my chance! Let’s see what you can do on this Forgotten Continent! Can your gods save you now? Can your Divine Descent Technique still work? You’ve hunted me for years! Now it’s my turn to hunt you!”
The white-robed Archbishop rises, his face grave as he grips his staff tightly, quietly chanting prayers.
A pure white light begins to radiate from him.
The thug sneers, “You old bastard, you still have divine power?!”
Archbishop Atwood says nothing, focusing fully on channeling the divine energy within his staff.
Meanwhile, several more Iron Knights fall to the thug’s blade.
Although these knights’ strong defenses and expert combat skills, they are as fragile as common folk in his hands.
With each swing, the thug’s crimson blade slices through their armor and defenses like paper.
Their own attacks mostly miss, dodged by this thug with lightning speed.
Even when they land a hit, a crystalline protective shield floating just above his skin absorbs the damage.
Fortunately, the spellcasters finish their incantations.
Translucent chains, earth-formed hands bursting from the ground, and massive water-forged shackles descend, trapping the thug with no escape.
Seeing this, the other knights unleash their Fighting Spirit with full force and charge the now-immobilized thug.
Just as the weapons are about to strike him, the thug flashes a grin and raises his left index finger to his lips: “Dodge!”
In an instant, he vanishes, leaving behind a fist-sized polygonal crystal where he once stood.
The crystal pulses with a deep crimson glow, trembling slightly.
The Iron Knights surrounding him immediately recognize the danger.
“Scatter!”
But it’s already too late.
A violent explosion rips through several binding spells and engulfs many knights in its blast.
Before anyone can even see the fate of those Iron Knights, screams ring out nearby.
The thug has somehow reappeared beside the spellcasters.
He raises a shield made of hexagonal crystals with his left arm, bracing against their counterattacks, and charges straight at them.
One clean slash kills a fragile target with ease—he swiftly dispatches five spellcasters.
But it’s not without cost.
High-level rangers wielding massive crossbows fire volleys of arrows that pierce his protective shield.
Though he dodges most, several arrows still find their mark.
Surprisingly, the all-metal arrows don’t penetrate deeply—only piercing his clothes and embedding about an inch into his flesh.
This thug is unbelievably tough, casually flicking off the arrows with his blade.
Turning his attention, he sets out to take down these high-damage ADCs first.
Though these rangers fight well up close, against this thug they’re like chicks against a hawk.
Three fall in moments.
When the fourth, a striking female ranger, is ruthlessly sliced down—her body cleaved halfway along the shoulder—Atwood, who’s been gathering his strength, finally unleashes his ultimate.
The Archbishop raises his staff high.
A two-meter-wide beam of light pierces the sky, crashing down onto the thug.
Seconds later, the light fades, leaving a perfectly smooth, bottomless circular hole in the ground.
Atwood exhales heavily, drenched in sweat, leaning on his staff.
Suddenly, chaos erupts.
The right side of the stands explodes as the thug bursts out from beneath the wooden planks.
Dragging his blade, he lunges behind the Archbishop, swinging a knife toward his back.
The crimson blade shatters the protective shield the Archbishop summons, but the platinum staff blocks the blow.
Complex runes shimmer on the staff, forming chains that tightly bind the long blade.
Iron Knights affected by the earlier explosion rush desperately toward the scene.
Though his weapon is locked, the thug smirks wickedly, utterly unbothered.
Sensing imminent danger, Archbishop Atwood can’t react in time.
With his left hand free, the thug pulls out an old-fashioned flintlock pistol from his coat and fires straight at the Archbishop!
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Chapter 234: Ruthless Thug
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