Mercenary God: Reborn with a talent for fighting.-Chapter 42: Ch Wild Hunt pt1

I felt the tremors of a conflict ripple through the concrete floors.

I heard the screams of people desperate to flee.

I smelt the nauseating stench of blood, creeping up my nose.

Then I witnessed a grand massacre unfold.

Everything happened so fast, I could neither comprehend nor react.

I just stood still, my eyes wandering to the woman that had crashed before me.

I remembered her ever well.

She was Selena’s mother, Lady Camilla, and the strongest Bladeheart currently alive.

Now, calling her alive wouldn’t do.

She had a hole in her chest, her body ravished with deep cuts that leaked continuous blood.

She was breathing, all right... a testament to how resilient her body was, but she was out.

Unconscious... in an unreactive state.

Watching her body with sunken eyes, my lips quivered.

I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t even know what was going on.

One moment I had defeated Selena, the next my aunty was on death’s door.

What the heck was I supposed to do, for Christ’s sake?

"Hahahaha!"

In my state of disarray... I heard laughter.

Pure, cynical laughter.

Looking up, I paled, my eyes drawn to Selena, her battered body rising from the ground and a haunting grin stretched across her face.

"Selena..."

For a moment, I felt a chill race down my spine, prompting me to step back as I tried making sense of her antics.

Why was she laughing?

Her mother was in a critical condition.

She had a hole blasted in her heart, so why was she laughing?

Tears were what I expected, not laughter... no malice.

As if reading my thoughts, Selena—or whatever was posing as her—tilted her head, strands of her ashen hair falling down her face and obscuring her eyes.

"You wounded me, kid."

Raising her left hand, leaking with blood from her wound, she pointed at me.

My breathing hitched, an invisible pressure locking me in place.

"Your intent... it feels familiar. Haha... fuck this. I’ll just get rid of you before I have another Fallen in my life."

With a casual declaration, the back of her clothing burst open, unleashing onto the world two massive black wings.

At their appearance, a surge of aura unlike anything I’d ever felt crashed into me, causing me to cough up a mouthful of blood as I fell to my knees, unable to even react.

Unable to even resist, I witnessed as a halo of darkness manifested above her head and aura concentrated at the tip of her finger before it was unleashed and split me apart.

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Tragedy... Felix had witnessed many of those.

Both as an ordinary knight and as a titled knight.

For instance, the famed tragedy of Vulcan that gave birth to the Witch of Death or the death of the Empire’s strongest knight, Klaus Bladeheart.

As someone who had witnessed all of those—some he barely survived—he always knew the prologue of a tragedy started with a catalyst.

His mission here had been to track that catalyst before it was used, but who would have guessed it was always before him.

It had been with him since the journey from Steel City until now.

It should have been clear as day... he had suspected it, but he never thought deeply about it.

Yes, the catalyst for everything had been Alex... the third son of Klaus.

His involvement in the sinister plot of Kain was mild at best, but his existence pulled everything into play.

"I’m surprised you can still live with yourself after what you’ve done."

Entering the chambers of the elder where Kain now stood before a shattered window, Felix announced.

"Mister Knight, shouldn’t you be more worried about my agents hidden within the crowds?"

Felix halted his movement.

"Oh, those—Abel and Holi will handle them."

His mission here wasn’t to handle cannon fodder, just to kill the mastermind.

"I must say though... using that child as a tool has definitely made the big boss angry."

"Heh..." Kain smirked at those words.

"Well, it’s about time that fool got off his ass."

"You wouldn’t like it if he did." Felix laughed and glanced at Lyold, supposedly passed out.

"Enough with your pretense."

Lyold’s body twitched, and he quickly sprang up, dusting his shoulders in the process.

"Can’t I sit this one out?" He shrugged, unaffected by the chaotic sounds echoing in the distance.

Felix didn’t respond, a sign he didn’t have time for his games.

So Lyold quickly sprinted out of the chamber, leaving Kain and Felix alone.

The two faced each other—Kain, his expression playful and casual, and Felix, his expression stern and cold.

A moment later, their aura surged out of their bodies, flooding the room—a mixture of azure and red.

The chamber, unable to sustain the pressure, crumbled, and the two began to fall beneath rains of debris.

The first to move was Kain. Landing on a falling platform, he launched himself at Felix, crushing the platform in a single pounce and breaching the distance in a mere second.

Appearing before Felix with his fist drawn back, his grin, and his clenched fist tightly snapped forward.

Felix, however, didn’t guard—no, he met the punch with his own, signifying the start of a battle that shook the Evernight Plains.

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"Woah... just woah!"

Sliding down the towering walls of the Coliseum, Holi excalimed, his fingers tearing through concrete like butter.

His gaze traced up the skyline, watching as two starry streaks—red and azure—tore across the clouds, leaving disasters in their wake.

These were the powers of SS-rank individuals.

Beings who could casually level multiple cities and tilt continents if they wanted.

Normally, a battle like this would have killed any normal human nearby, but it had been foreseen.

While the duels had been going on, most of the people within Shard City and its surroundings had been evacuated with the aid of mages sent by the Emperor himself.

Those who chose to enter the coliseum had been mixed with members of the demonic sect, and they had revealed themselves.

Currently, he and Abel were running around the coliseum and killing any of those members.

"Leaving Camilla alone with Kain is worrisome. She’s probably out by now—if she’s not fighting."

Like all fathers he was worried about his daughters safety but as an Elder, he couldn’t let it hinder his objective.

Plucking his fingers out of the wall, he soared into the air and glanced down where dozens of demonic sect members, draped in dark cloaks with red stripes, charged at fleeing civilians.

Descending on them with rage, he crashed into them with ease, his feet turning them into stains on the ground.

He then took out a golden sigil from his pocket and he tossed it to the civilians.

It shrouded them in a golden dome and teleported them from the vicinity.

"They will either end up in the capital or the eastern region."

That was what the sigil was programmed to do.

Anywhere else and they’d be dead meat.

"Then again... I’m not far away from that either."

Cracking his neck, he stared at the cloaked swordsmen rushing at him.