Chương 18: Chapter 17 Massacre

More than thirty jungle natives had come, with the middle-aged Priest as the only Spellcaster, and aside from the leading Priest, there were also two other Extraordinary Exponents among the natives, a pair of brothers with the power of Bloodline.

Their height was close to two meters, inheriting the bloodline of the "Heavy Stone Demon Bear," a common magic beast in the jungle that provided considerable enhancements in strength and defensive power.

Having just arrived on the street, they were still over two hundred meters away from the Fischer family's mansion when they suddenly heard a sharp whistle.

The middle-aged Priest instantly raised his hand and shouted, "Be careful!"

Although unclear about the reason they had been discovered, he knew the sound came from inside the Fischer family and that the family must have been sufficiently alerted.

"What's going on?"

As locals began to open their doors to see what the commotion was, the Priest pointed a finger, and the older brother threw his axe, smashing a man's head to pieces.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

A scream followed the next moment, evidently from someone who had been peeking out the door crack and witnessed the event.

"What happened?"

"It's the jungle natives!"

"Where's the patrol?"

People from various directions began emerging onto the street, completely exposing the original plan to ambush and kill the Fischer family.

The Priest's expression shifted darkly, and he suddenly cried out, "Blood for blood! All Cyart people deserve to die! Kill!"

The dozens of weapon-wielding jungle natives seemed liberated, all roaring and charging around, swinging axes and spears at anyone they encountered.

"Son, run!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Help!"

"I'm done with you and your damn dog!"

In an instant, more than a dozen civilians were slaughtered, and the men on the street pulled out weapons to resist, managing to kill a few jungle natives before quickly being cut down by the three Extraordinary Exponents among the natives.

Women and children who couldn't escape in time cried and begged for mercy; the towering brother warriors grabbed a beseeching mother and daughter and smashed them to death on the ground, trampling over their bodies while other natives, their eyes red, began setting fire to houses one by one.

Flames danced wildly, turning everything around them orange and red as the deep black sky lit up, the flames soaring high, illuminating the surrounding buildings and trees.

"Revenge! The will of the Lord of Bloody Cult! The people of the East Coast will eventually reclaim their land!"

The middle-aged Priest shouted, rallying the twenty-some surviving jungle natives, and they rushed toward the nearby Fischer mansion, intending to finish the fight before the town's patrol could return.

Thick smoke hung below the night sky, making the fire scene even more terrifying and gloomy. Flames jumped, flying high and then swooping low, as if they were alive and ceaselessly swaying.

Inside the Fischer mansion, ten guards fully armed under Lucius's command stood, each showing a terrified expression, lacking courage.

Lucius, holding a sharp blade and wearing full armor stood at the front door, a bag of alchemical tools hanging at his side, and shouted,

"Don't be afraid! The patrol will be here soon! We have over a hundred people! They'll be surrounded shortly!"

Listening to the crackling of the flames and the cries outside, Lucius silently contemplated the next moves in the battle.

The walls surrounding the courtyard were over three meters high, too tall for ordinary people to jump over, and the front gate, reinforced with iron, would not be easily breached from the outside. In fact, the most critical defensive focus should be on the enemy's Extraordinary Exponents.

Once the Extraordinary Exponents among the enemies scaled the walls and opened the front gate, all the enemies would flood in, and the Fischer family would suffer heavy casualties in an instant.

"You must hold this ground!"

He instructed the servants to stand at observation points around the mansion, ready to blow the whistle as soon as they spotted enemies scaling the walls.

At that time, Lucius would personally lead men to deal with the Extraordinary Exponents who had gotten inside.

Dressed in a black dress, Irene held Chris at the second-floor window, staring at the burning flames outside; the sky was already ablaze with fire.

Why hasn't the patrol come yet?

Byrne, wearing a breastplate, quickly came over and said, "Father sent me to take you to the basement!"

"No, we can't leave."

Irene pulled out an alchemically modified flintlock, quickly saying, "Because of the 'God Worshiping' ability, I am blessed daily by the Lord of the Lost, don't worry, His will shall protect me."

"God Worshiping" abilities selected different targets, earning differing blessings, Irene chose the Lord of the Lost while Karl found a trace of dark light bestowed deep into the girl's soul.

Although the exact effects of Irene's soul gradually being dyed with dark light were not clear, they would definitely not be inconsequential.

Byrne's expression shifted—among the family, only Irene was truly devout. He and his son Lucius could never achieve that level of devoutness.

Irene said in an extremely indifferent tone, "You just need to follow my orders."

Byrne stood frozen in place for a long time, only able to nod, profoundly feeling the gradual changes in his cousin over the two years.

The girl who initially appeared no different from ordinary humans could now shoulder the family's responsibilities.

Karl silently observed the entire situation of the battle. If the Fischer family was pushed to the brink, he would definitely choose to use his Spirituality to intervene directly.

Soon, he noticed three extraordinary jungle natives scale over from one side of the wall—two brothers who were nearly two meters tall with the bloodline of "Heavy Stone Demon Bear," holding long spears, and a middle-aged priest holding a blue stone axe with faint Magic Power.

"Shh!!"

Seeing the three scale the wall, a servant immediately blew a whistle. Lucius quickly led five men over and instructed the rest to guard the main gate adamantly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Outside, over twenty jungle natives fiercely slammed the gate. The guards, pale-faced, could see that if it weren't for the iron reinforcements, the gate would have been breached instantly by the enemies outside.

The strongest middle-aged guard pulled out a black sphere from his chest and threw it forcefully outside. Following it, an explosion sounded, then a series of wails; the guards instinctively let out a sigh of relief.

One of the five portions of alchemical explosives obtained through trade was being used here, while Lucius personally carried two portions and Byrne also had two on his person.

Lucius and the five guards soon encountered the middle-aged priest and the warrior brothers.

"Kill!"

"Blood for blood!"

Neither side exchanged many words; instead, they chose to commence battle the first second they met.

Lucius executed his usual tactic of lunging forward, aiming to strike the chief enemy first—he determined at first glance that the middle-aged priest held the highest status.

"Clang!"

The priest's axe easily blocked the thrust. He was not slower than Lucius in speed or reaction and quickly unleashed a force stronger than Lucius's, raising his axe.

The primary effect of the "Shadow Shark Tiger" bloodline is the dual enhancement of speed and strength!

"Ha!"

Lucius was pushed back by the axe, retreating several steps in succession while the five guards with their two-meter-long spears thrust at the three Extraordinary Exponents.

The bear-like brother warriors roared, activating the "Heavy Stone Demon Bear" bloodline power to face five lances without retreating. The lances barely penetrated their skins and flesh, and failed to damage any organs.

Emphasizing defensive power, their blood-enhanced bodily defenses were troublesome for mere mortals.

The brother warriors swung their axes, and two guards were killed in their stunned moments while the remaining three screamed and turned to run.

Suddenly a black sphere rolled under their feet, hissing as it did so.

"Boom!"

After the loud bang, both brother warriors were blown away by the alchemical explosive, their bodies mangled, and they fell heavily onto the ground, too injured to rise.

These devices would not explode immediately, so it was necessary to first draw the enemy's attention. Lucius crouched sinisterly not far away, preparing to pull out the last alchemical explosive on his person.

While the power of a low-level Extraordinary Exponent was not insignificant, the explosive's power clearly had the upper hand!

"Lord of Bloody Cult, my fate is to execute your will, to impose a Curse on enemies with your power, and the Cyart people must have blood for blood!"

The middle-aged priest intoned the spell solemnly, stretched out his hand targeting Lucius's head, releasing the power of the Magic heritage "Blood Magic" he had mastered.

Lucius didn't hesitate to dodge swiftly, yet still felt an invisible force locking onto the edge of his body.

The next moment, even the experienced Lucius couldn't help but let out a scream of agony—the pain was searing as it traveled up his arm.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The blood in his arm boiled violently—the arm trembling uncontrollably under the armguard, on the verge of bursting.

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