Chapter 190 Patricide
The pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze, filled the air of Port Morris, swelling in every lung. The iron chains securing the slave ships to the docks were blown apart, snakes of fire swirling in the waves. The wine and liquor that had been flowing freely on the decks for the slave traders' enjoyment flowed along the grease-soaked cables and onto the sails. The endless flames on the sea suddenly illuminated the horizon red.
By this time, most of the people on the ship were in the harbor. The Nameless Ones had successfully seized control of the entire dock, as well as the guns and ammunition in the coastal watchtowers, ensuring that Port Morris was completely encircled, preventing anyone inside from escaping and preventing outside help from entering. When the sheriff's uniform finally flashed at the end of the pier, the first caltrop bomb had already exploded in the direction of the armory. Iron shavings and wood splinters whistled through the sea breeze, and seabirds startled from the broken masts let out sharp screams.
All the slave traders in the Rusty Iron Market who had not yet escaped were beheaded one after another. The dungeons were wide open, and the skinny new slaves rushed out in panic. After pausing for a moment in confusion among the panicked crowd, they finally turned around and joined the river called "The Nameless".
Ashes kicked the empty ammunition crate out of his way, feeling his teeth chatter. His ear, grazed by a passing bullet, was still bleeding, and the grip of the stolen double-barreled gun still held the warmth of its previous owner.
Everything went smoothly and he had to praise the "Ghost".
When formulating battle plans with this man, his meticulousness to the point of neurosis, and his audacity to the point of astonishing madness, were enough to drive anyone who cooperated with him crazy - but at this moment, all those exhausted complaints and terrified pain turned into amazement. Every order left by the other party was like a decisive prophecy. No matter how absurd it was, it was still verified one by one like a miracle.
But the sky suddenly darkened.
The entire port city was falling apart, literally falling apart.
The people of Port Morris were horrified to find that the flowers prepared for the day of worship were withering rapidly, the birds circling in the sky began to fall down with a crackling sound, all the fish in the shallow water of the harbor floated to the surface and turned over, and even the small livestock raised by humans began to die silently one after another, as if their breath had been taken away by the god of death.
The thick darkness made everything before him hazy, as if shrouded by fog. In the area closer to the Temple of Night, even every brick and stone, every piece of wall, was corroded and devoured bit by bit by the violent tremors of the air, turning to dust at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The intense resonance of the power of the God of Night and Death caused everyone to begin to feel a suffocating despair and fear, like the most primitive fear of death. The more powerful the soul, the more profound the impact, especially high-level warlocks, who could even be crushed to the point of being unable to rise.
God.
An idea suddenly appeared in everyone's mind. This idea had not appeared in the Ambrose continent for nearly three hundred years since the end of the last century.
——The gods have arrived.
Duke Kamu's face was extremely solemn. Talon was dead, and the forbidden magic circle vanished with him. But before he could rejoice, he was crushed to the ground by the sudden and powerful pressure, unable to even move a finger. Even if an ordinary child appeared at this moment, he would be powerless to fight back.
The Bloody Duke, a dark sorcerer, seemed much better off than him, still having the energy to fight his son. While the others were flustered by the sudden change and had no time to pay attention, he quietly reached into his arms, and with a slight flash of light as the teleportation scroll activated, Duke Kamu disappeared from the spot.
Ole didn't care when the cunning old fox finished watching the show and quickly slipped away. His whole mind was on the battle between father and son. Even the power of the god of night and death did not cause him much emotional fluctuation.
The other Shadow Chasers did not participate in the battle. They just watched silently from the sidelines. The young assassin forced his father to retreat step by step with a terrifying momentum and strength that was completely inconsistent with his age.
"—What on earth have you done? Do you want to let the Temple of Night destroy Port Morris?!"
The Bloody Duke, who was also extremely uncomfortable under the oppression of divine power, was shocked and angry. Although this was the god he believed in, he knew that this god was not merciful, but rather extremely indifferent.
But his son, always so innocent and soft-hearted that he loathed him, seemed to have completely ignored his words, his moves becoming increasingly ferocious. With a crisp clang, the Bloody Duke's knife flew out of his hand, and the scimitar from his own son had already pierced his throat, sending warm blood spurting out. He opened his mouth, but blood foam gurgled up, and he could only utter a few broken syllables.
"I said I will take off your head." Orel said expressionlessly.
"Boss!" He heard someone shouting in panic, not knowing if they wanted him to stop; he saw the dead old man lying in a pool of blood, just like before his death in his previous life, struggling and silently pulling the corners of his mouth towards him, his lips moving and mumbling something.
"'You really look like your mother...'?" Orel sneered, then without hesitation, he pressed the blade down hard until the head was completely separated from the body with a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking. The most powerful person behind the Bloody Market stared into the void and had completely stopped breathing.
"No, you don't deserve to miss her."
In the silence, Ole stood up and calmly shook off the hot blood that was still dripping from the scimitar.
His entire face, along with most of his body, was stained red with his father's blood. His eyes were icy, and he was filled with murderous intent. No one spoke; the Shadow Chasers seemed petrified by him. Daniga rushed to his side and opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. He simply smeared a handkerchief across his leader's face, motioning for him to wipe it.
Ole could clearly feel the other man's body tense up, loyally guarding him. This vigilance was directed at the other Shadow Chasers. After all, he had just publicly killed the chief of his own clan, even though this was his own father.
...Tsk, even that silly boy Daniga can see the problem with Shadow Chaser...
Ole patted Daniga's shoulder calmly, then turned to look at the Shadow Chasers.
"The Bloody Duke is just a minor character. Today we will destroy the Bloody Bazaar, and tonight we will liberate all the slaves in Port Morris. We will liberate more people in the future until we achieve the fairness and justice that the Shadow Chasers seek."
His voice was not loud, but it was clear enough to fall into the ears of every shadow chaser.
"When the professor formulated the plan, no one raised any objections, so I assumed we were all fellow travelers moving forward toward the same ideal." The assassin leader paused, then lazily leaned on the hilt of his sword, shifting his stance. His usual cynical and friendly demeanor seemed to reappear. "But I'm a good boss, after all. If anyone regrets their decision and wishes to withdraw, you have one last chance. Those who do not wish to participate in the next operation may leave now. I swear on my soul that I will never retaliate."
In silence, some people turned and left. Daniga stared in disbelief at his once close-knit tribesmen and was about to rush out to argue with them, but his own leader grabbed his shoulder.
"Anyone else?"
Ole stood there calmly, waiting for a moment. Seeing no one moved, he nodded with satisfaction. "Very good. Then, of the rest of you, if you dare to stab Shadow Chaser in the back, I swear on my soul that I will find you even if I have to go to the ends of the earth—and then I will personally tear your head off."
He was covered in blood, his murderous aura still lingering, and he was uttering harsh words, but the remaining Shadow Chasers seemed to be relaxed.
"My Lord of the Night, you've finally grown up, Boss." Pierce, in the crowd, feignedly wiped away his tears amidst the laughter. Seeing his boss glaring at him in anger, he said sinisterly, "But there's no need for you to do anything, Boss. I'll chop off every traitor that comes my way."
"Now, no matter what thoughts or dissatisfaction you have, swallow them first." Ole rolled his eyes at him in dissatisfaction: "Follow my orders, understand?"
"Alright, alright, boss. The situation is very serious," Pierce said in a relaxed tone, his eyes glaring. "The magic barrier has failed, and the God of Night and Death appears to be in Port Morris. We're all very likely doomed by divine punishment. Has the 'Professor' issued any instructions on this?"
"Everything is as usual." Ole was silent for a moment, then said with great determination, "We will continue to assist the slaves in seizing the armory according to the previously formulated plan and take control of all armed forces in Hong Kong as soon as possible."
He bore the seal of the God of Night and Death, and so his two friends firmly refused to allow him to participate in a direct confrontation with the gods. Clearly, something unusual had occurred, but they had a mad strategist who had rehearsed countless backup plans.
Unseen by the Shadow Chasers, the assassin leader's expression suddenly darkened. As a fellow dark sorcerer, Orel could now even more deeply sense the power of the God of Night and Death. It was so terrifying, he couldn't even muster the slightest resistance. All he could do now was trust, whether it was trust in the savior's strength or the tyrant's wisdom—but his anxiety inevitably grew.
...So, can Azuka really hold his own? Can his extremely young friend really survive this level of old monster?
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