"Who goes there!"
Several corpses lay in a villa in a garden residence, and the guards who had been attacked shouted.
But soon, a phantom flashed out from among the lush trees, rushed to the guard, and slashed counterclockwise with a sword. In the dim light, a dark red arc flashed, which instantly condensed into an astonishing flame and exploded!
"Grab him! Don't let him get away!"
A powerful silver-rank expert, who was in charge, leaped out from the windowsill and shouted. His muscles bulged and his body expanded, and a powerful aura swept around him, making him look like a brown bear!
His profession is the rare berserker, with a natural talent for "Berserk Mode," which doubles all his attributes and unleashes a ferocious destructive power!
[Thrust]!
A streak of light flashed by, and the attacking assassin burst forth with astonishing speed. The berserker, who had just landed and had not yet adjusted his state, could only barely catch a glimpse of his afterimage!
"Tear!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the black longsword, like the blade of death, pierced through the berserker's shoulder, which was not covered by armor, and a spray of blood appeared.
"Hmph! Die!"
Instead of getting angry, the berserker laughed. The sword pierced his body, and his flesh and bones writhed, jamming the sharp blade. His ferocious gaze fell on the assassin in front of him, and his large hand slammed down, about to smash the other into a pulp!
But then, her nose twitched as she caught a whiff of a hot breath…
"boom!"
Dark red flames shot out, and a terrifying crimson demonic flame exploded. The berserker's shoulder, pierced by the flames, was mixed with charred bits of flesh, and a large amount of blood spurted out. One of his arms fell to the ground, leaving everyone present dumbfounded!
The Crimson Demon Flame consumes its own blood energy to unleash the primal power within the Demon King's bloodline, dealing effective damage to those below the Transcendent Gold rank.
With the sword tip no longer obstructed, Xiao Han drew his sword, turned around under the fearful gaze of the guards, waved his hand, and then ran away.
Watching that unattainable figure disappear back into the woods, the guards looked at each other, completely bewildered.
"Ahhh!!"
The berserker, whose arm had been torn off, roared, venting his inner pain through gritted teeth and awakening the berserk blood within him.
The tyrannical magical energy solidified, gleaming with a silvery-white hue like the moon. The severed arm suddenly returned to the berserker's broken arm. As the flesh and blood fused together, an astonishing vitality brewed, and then the arm was perfectly reattached, as good as new.
"You've angered me, you damn werewolf!"
The berserker growled, revealing that Xiao Han, who appeared to be a naive fox, was actually a wolf in disguise, leading his prized sense of smell to a wonderful misunderstanding.
Berserk: Strength +500%, Defense -50%, Speed -20%, Intelligence -999...
The howling magical energy condensed into a phantom of a berserker bear. With a stomp of its right foot, the ground beneath it sank three inches, and small pebbles floated up. With the berserker's roar, a flood of magical energy erupted, and a condensed wave of energy rippled through the void. The floating pebbles, like bullets, swept in all directions, creating a deadly hurricane!
"Bang!"
The guards who couldn't dodge in time were hit, and several unlucky ones were pierced through the abdomen, hitting vital organs, and died on the spot!
After injuring more than a dozen guards in succession, the berserker's blood-red eyes bulged out, and with a powerful gale, he tore a nearby guard into a bloody mist!
"Sir, it's one of our own! That assassin went over there!"
A guard, clutching a wound on his shoulder, pointed the berserker, whose intelligence had been diminished, in the right direction.
The next moment, the berserker disappeared into the woods, leaving behind a pile of corpses and a trembling guard in the corner.
...
On a road shrouded in darkness, a stealthy team sets off towards their next objective.
"I never expected that family power had a mid-level magic scroll hidden inside. I almost ended up meeting the God of War."
The burly man, shirtless and carrying an axe, frowned, clutching his abdomen and the wound a foot above it, and cried out in pain.
However, there was a hint of regret in his tone...
After all, Ares, the god of war, is the most warlike god among the Norse gods, and his followers are all immersed in the desire for battle and unable to extricate themselves.
For them, death was their destiny: to enter the realm of the gods and be bestowed with honor by the God of War.
"Commander, something's not right."
Manju, who possessed wind magic, had a keen sense of perception covering a radius of three hundred meters. She withdrew her mental energy and asked in confusion, "There are people around us spying on us, but I can sense that they have no ill intentions."
On the contrary, the other party seemed to have a hint of "pity" in their eyes, which Manzhu couldn't confirm and didn't say.
"Are we being followed? Which other faction in Titan City would dare to attack us?"
A fellow assassin, blending into the darkness, scoffed. To conserve mana, he stayed with the group and didn't activate stealth.
"There really are, such as the Lion Mercenary Group."
The last swordsman in the group, under the assassin's mocking gaze, said, "We had a conflict a few days ago because of a mission. In this large-scale mission, there's a high chance they'll try to steal our spoils, so it's reasonable that we're being targeted."
"Tch, those trash aren't even enough for me to kill alone," the assassin said coldly, wiping the blood-stained dagger. Half an hour ago, he encountered a troublesome mage who, after the axe-wielding giant withstood the damage from the magic scroll, died in his attack, thus ending his target's life.
The Wolf Soul Mercenary Group only has five members. Due to the suppression from the three behemoths of Titan City, the maximum number of members in a mercenary group cannot exceed five. Therefore, the standards for professionals within the mercenary group are also raised accordingly, and those who can join the mercenary group are all elites.
This is completely incomparable to the large mercenary groups with thousands or tens of thousands of members, comparable in size to legions, within the prosperous human empire.
"Stop talking nonsense, there are still two more on the list, hurry up."
Blood Wolf said coldly, and the group's speed suddenly increased. However, Blood Wolf, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped, his vertical pupils flashing coldly as he looked at the woods on one side.
In the next instant, a fierce and terrifying aura vaguely appeared at the edge of the sensory field.
"Walk!"
The meticulous Blood Wolf immediately gave the order, and his four companions responded and retreated together with him!
However, that ferocious figure charged left and right, crashing into several large trees and causing a huge commotion, before aiming in one direction and seemingly locking onto Blood Wolf and his group.
"Creak!"
The trees blocking the way were swept away and torn to pieces. From among the trees, a tall figure emerged, shaped like a raging bear, exuding a domineering and ferocious aura. His scarlet eyes locked onto the retreating Blood Wolf, and he took off running!
Although his IQ had dropped and his mind was filled with rage, the memories in his five senses told him that it was this damn werewolf who had cut off one of his arms and trampled on his dignity on the ground. This hatred was irreconcilable!
Blood Wolf, whose killing intent had been firmly locked onto him, stepped aside, his brows furrowed.
He looked into the berserker's bloodshot eyes, the hatred that seemed to be the "grudge of killing the horse," which made the usually cautious Blood Wolf feel a little confused.
Who the hell are you?
However, the berserker, who had gone mad, didn't waste any words with him and launched a surprise attack on the spot!
"Lying down..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
