Executioner's League-Chapter 91: The Trap and Execute!

They arrived at the final

tech hub—the heart of the operation. The air was tense with static energy, and

the looming structure towered above them like a relic of a forgotten war. It

was time to confront the core of the enemy's network.

Without a word, the three

of them moved in. Rin vanished into the shadows.

Within seconds, the sound

of bodies collapsing echoed through the metallic corridor—three guards fell

silently, their flux signatures fading into nothingness. Kyrin scanned the area

with his visor, eyes narrowing as pulses of flux energy streaked toward them.

"Multiple contacts—closing

in fast!" he shouted, drawing his revolver. His bullets weren't ordinary. Each

shot emitted a unique signal readable only through his visor, tracking enemies

even through walls. A quick scan showed over eighty guards scattered throughout

the building.

"We need to reach the

central data server room," Kyrin said quickly. "But where is it?"

"Seventh floor," Rin's

voice came through his communicator. "Central room, northeast wing."

"Then let's go," Blaze

said. "Rin, extract the data. We'll keep the guards busy."

The team burst into

motion, rushing through the labyrinth of corridors. Rin stayed ahead, tracing

enemy movements in real-time, calling out positions. Blaze protected their

flank with explosive counters, while Kyrin picked off enemies from a distance,

his shots sharp and surgical.

When they finally reached

the seventh floor, the hallway leading to the server room was swarming with

hostiles. Blaze's shield flickered under constant fire, and Kyrin was beginning

to feel the pressure. Still, they pushed through, with Rin unlocking the

reinforced doors just in time.

Inside, the server room

glowed with power—walls lined with encrypted data cores humming with energy.

Rin ran to the main console and began the decryption process.

"I'll need time," he

called out. "The cipher is layered—manual decoding, level by level."

Blaze and Kyrin exchanged freёnovelkiss.com

a look. No words were needed.

With a surge of heat and

light, Blaze's phoenix wings ignited from his back—fiery constructs made of

pure variants Solarflare Ember Flux. Kyrin readied his rifle, adjusting its

settings with precise tweaks. The hallway outside rumbled as enemies

approached.

Blaze launched himself

forward with a roar, dual flaming axes swinging in arcs of molten destruction.

He blazed through enemy ranks; each hit an eruption of searing energy. Kyrin

covered him from behind, sniping guards through walls, ceilings, and ricochets

with uncanny accuracy.

But then the real threat

arrived—heavily armored tank vanguards, bristling with energy cannons and

reinforced shielding, stormed down the corridor.

"Time for First Form!"

Kyrin shouted.

He and Blaze focused,

channeling pure resonance from their hybrid cores. A radiant burst engulfed

them, amplifying their strength, speed, and precision fiftyfold.

The tanks opened fire,

forcing them to split. But Kyrin's enhanced rounds weren't ordinary

projectiles—they curved midair, striking with pinpoint force. One shot collided

perpendicularly against a tank's shield, forcing it off balance.

Blaze seized the moment.

Using the tank's bulky frame as a launchpad, he catapulted into the air, soared

over them, and struck from behind. His phoenix wings left trails of heat that

melted armor as he sliced downward with blazing fury.

In a matter of moments,

the once-impenetrable line of tank vanguards crumbled.

Blaze landed beside Kyrin,

breathing heavily. "They're done."

Kyrin nodded, scanning the

hallway. "For now."

Inside the server room,

Rin cracked the final cipher. The screen lit up, revealing encrypted

blueprints, intercepted messages, and—most importantly—a location.

They were one step closer

to Aureva.

And far closer to war.

Rin stared at the screen

in disbelief. "The location... it's inside the base," he said, voice sharp with

urgency. "We need to move. Now."

Kyrin stepped forward,

eyes already scanning for the quickest path. "Take the rest of the data. I'll

head there. Give me fifteen minutes."

Without waiting for a

response, he sprinted down the corridor, vanishing into the maze of steel and

shadows.

Back in the server room,

Rin continued extracting data, his fingers racing over the interface. Blaze

stood watch, tense but focused. Every second counted.

Meanwhile, Kyrin charged

deeper into the structure, his visor highlighting enemy signatures ahead.

Thirty vanguards patrolled the access hallway. With a flick of his wrist, his

revolver shifted into a sharp-edged battle axe, glowing faintly with his flux

energy. From his other holster, he drew a unique silenced revolver, its design

custom-built for infiltration and silent takedowns.

He fired six consecutive

shots—each one precise, silent, and deadly. The bullets hit their marks, but

the vanguards raised their shields just in time to block the full impact.

Kyrin smirked. "Amateur

move."

He lunged forward,

slamming his foot into one of the shields. The force blasted five vanguards

backward, slamming them into the wall. They scrambled to recover, but Kyrin was

already on them. With a single, sweeping slash of his axe, he dropped them instantly.

Ten more rushed toward

him.

Without hesitation, Kyrin

hurled his axe.

It whirled through the air

like a serpent made of steel and resonance, zigzagging in unnatural arcs.

Before the vanguards could react, the blade slithered through the narrow gaps

in their armor, slashing throats and collapsing bodies in perfect synchronization.

Kyrin knew more would

come. He pulled out his rifle, adjusting the flux channel to a rare

configuration. The scope shimmered, calculating ricochet trajectories. He aimed

at a vanguard standing parallel to another and fired.

The bullet curved

mid-flight, bouncing off metal beams and striking both targets with lethal

precision.

He activated rapid-fire

mode, his fingers dancing on the trigger. The hallway lit up with sharp bursts

of energy, and within seconds, the entire wave of enemies lay unconscious or

worse.

With the area cleared,

Kyrin stepped up to the sealed door at the end of the corridor. His pulse

quickened.

Could it be Aureva?

He entered, cautiously.

But what he found wasn't

her.

A single vanguard was inside

wounded, restrained, and barely conscious.

Kyrin rushed over and

broke the cuffs binding the man's hands. The vanguard slumped forward, catching

his breath.

"Thank you," he said

weakly. "We need to get out of here. Now."

Kyrin activated his wrist

communicator. "Rin, abort the extraction. Get out now. Blaze, move with him.

This base isn't what it looks like."

Rin didn't question it.

"Copy that. Blaze, let's move!"

The two made their way out

through a secondary corridor Rin had mapped earlier, evading another patrol

group with Blaze shielding their path using solar constructs.

Kyrin pulled the injured

man over his shoulder, kicked open a window panel, and leapt from the upper

floor, using a flux burst mid-air to stabilize their fall.

Outside, their armored

vehicle waited, engine humming and weapon systems online.

Blaze opened the hatch.

"Get in!"

Kyrin climbed aboard with

the rescued man. Rin followed, closing the rear door behind him. Blaze hit the

accelerator, and the vehicle sped off, leaving the compromised tech hub behind

in a storm of dust and dying alarms.

Inside, the silence

lingered only a moment before Kyrin spoke.

"That wasn't a trap for

Aureva. It was a trap for anyone trying to find her."

Rin looked down at the

extracted data on his device, then to the injured vanguard.

"Then whoever's behind

this... knew we were coming."

The atmosphere inside the

vehicle shifted.

The mission had just

gotten a whole lot more complicated.

Inside the armored

vehicle, the tension was thick. Kyrin leaned forward and asked, "Who are you?"

The man, still catching

his breath, replied coolly, "That's not important right now. First, we need to

save Aureva."

Rin narrowed his eyes.

"So, you're one of her allies?"

"Yes," the man nodded.

"I'm the one she's been communicating with—the anonymous contact."

Blaze raised an eyebrow,

thinking, Well, that's convenient. If he's telling the truth, we might

finally get some answers about Aureva... and Jacob.

Kyrin nodded slowly. If

this guy is legit, it was worth the fight.

But Rin felt something was

off. A strange chill ran down his spine, followed by a familiar voice echoing

in his mind:

"Rin, what you see might

not be true."

The warning struck him

hard. Instinctively, Rin grabbed Kyrin's revolver without a word, seized the

man by the collar, and leapt out of the moving vehicle, landing hard on the

roadside gravel.

Blaze slammed the brakes,

and he and Kyrin jumped out, rushing toward Rin, who had the revolver trained

at the man's head.

"How did you know we knew

about the anonymous contact?" Rin demanded, eyes burning with suspicion.

The man didn't flinch. A

slow, smug smile spread across his face. "So you figured it out..."

He raised his voice.

"Forces—charge!"

Without warning, three

vanguards shimmered into view from cloaking fields nearby. They moved with

brutal precision, striking all three of them at the back of their heads in

perfect sync.

Rin, Kyrin, and Blaze

collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Moments later, a tall

figure stepped out of the shadows. His expression was unreadable as he observed

the fallen trio.

"Get them in the van," he

ordered coldly.

The vanguards obeyed,

dragging the bodies into a dark, unmarked transport. The doors slammed shut,

the engine roared to life, and the van disappeared into the night.

The trap had been set—and

flawlessly executed.