From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty - Chapter 76: 74 Night Brawl

Chapter 76: Chapter 74 Night Brawl

“Everybody, don’t fall into chaos! There are only three enemies!”

Suddenly, the aged shout of an elderly man rose among the chaotic crowd.

An extremely dazzling white light flared up among everyone!

The senior knight from the Verne knight clan, the father and son duo, had a determined expression as he held his long spear aloft, wielding their Verne knight family’s light-type Bloodline ability to create an immense white radiance.

The light provided comfort and belief, and the extreme chaos on the scene momentarily hesitated.

The aged knight’s face was filled with rage as he yelled, “Evil cultists of the Sea God Cult! You must be eradicated at all times!”

He was undoubtedly brave, but also foolish.

The life force flow sublimated by the power of Bloodline differed from mental and spiritual power; the latter two required prolonged sleep to recover, depleting in battle meant they were truly spent, while life force flow could recover with just a few breaths.

The man in the black robe and mask quickly made his judgment and used “Charging Force” once again, this time directly charging at the Verne family’s aged knight!

In a flash, he entered the immensely dazzling white light, his figure becoming very conspicuous.

“Extraordinary Exponents, protect the old knight! The rest of you, don’t fire at will!”

Byrne shouted without hesitation, taking advantage of the light to catch a glance at the dangerous figure of the man in the black robe and mask; in his hand, he had already taken out a piece of paper with the basic outline of a human figure, upon which his brush began sketching out the man’s form.

Using a particularly special Consecution power in public could likely be met with criticism afterward, but he could no longer care about that now.

The sheriff at the low-level Beginning was too weak, hesitating to block a much stronger enemy, afraid of being killed by the terrifying foe with a single blow.

Mayor Andes didn’t dare to step forward immediately either, but first took out his flintlock, not firing, instead looking for opportunities from a safe distance.

The man in the black robe and mask was about to reach the old knight!

The old knight’s son and Aaron both suddenly stepped forward with weapons in hand, joining forces to halt the progression of the man in the black robe and mask.

“Huh, just with you two?”

The man in the black robe and mask sneered ceaselessly, the twin shadows in his hands swiftly thrusting forward.

It turned out he was not unarmed, but holding two pitch-black daggers, which had nearly been invisible in the insufficient light.

In single combat, a knight at high-level Beginning could at best block a knight at low-level Transmutation for a few seconds, but the young Verne and Aaron worked seamlessly together, attack and defend in harmony, completely capable of holding their own for several exchanges.

The man in the black robe and mask kept attacking while continuously moving, preventing the patrolling guards from being able to aim and shoot him.

The pitch-black daggers in his hands, resembling venomous snakes, suddenly accelerated and viciously struck Aaron’s arm.

“Damn it!”

Aaron roared in extreme anger, yet showed no signs of retreating; instead, his fighting spirit soared, and the power of Bloodline slowly healed the wound on his arm.

The old priest had finished chanting the spell and swiftly flung several sizable icicles, smashing them against the ribs of the man in the black robe and mask.

Everyone had originally thought that this strike wouldn’t be particularly powerful, but several icicles actually knocked the man in the black robe and mask to the ground, and the sound of breaking bones could be heard from his chest.

In less than ten seconds, Byrne had completed the “accelerate” runes on his Pre-made Drawing of the human figure, instantly inflicting the “fragile” effect on the man in the black robe and mask!

The son from the Verne family took the opportunity to take out a light blue ring-shaped Mysterious rare artifact, and immediately, numerous black tendrils, like living creatures, reached out, attempting to grab the man in the black robe and mask, but he easily broke free after clambering back up.

“You’re merely a bunch of Extraordinary Exponents at the Beginning Level!”

The man in the black robe and mask suddenly used “Charging Force” again, instantly rushing to the face of the young Verne; in his moment of shock, the dagger penetrated his throat.

In an instant, blood spurted wildly, as the young knight’s eyes widened, desperately clutching his neck, trembling all over.

“Killing you is the same!” he said coldly.

“No!”

Seeing his son’s throat pierced, the father no longer maintained the light, but instead charged over like a madman, plunging the area back into pitch darkness.

The tactics of the man in the black robe and mask were very successful; as a seasoned combatant and strong enforcer for the Sea God Cult, his combat experience unquestionably surpassed that of everyone present.

If it weren’t for Byrne’s inexplicable “Speed Sketching” effect, making it incomprehensible and indefensible, he would at worst have suffered some minor injuries because of the icicles and bullets.

The man in the black robe and mask, having struck a blow, plunged back into the crowd once again, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, causing the patrolling guards to run around frantically as morale collapsed at once.

On the other side of the battlefield, Lady Isaac wounded the silver descendant Emil, and then took advantage of the darkness to hide on one side of the docks, while her brother never showed himself.

However, given the current status of the battle, most people were focused on the low-level Transmutation formidable figure, and therefore didn’t realize this.

Suddenly, a series of sharp ice blades that were as keen as knives attacked, causing injuries to many, and people quickly realized what was happening; Lady Isaac’s brother had emerged from the water and was striking out amidst the darkness!

But Lady Isaac and her brother didn’t continue their assault. Byrne understood that their objective wasn’t to kill everyone present, but to escape Nasir.

They must not be allowed to just run away! He had no understanding of the situation with the ritual, and it wasn’t certain that it couldn’t be activated outside Nasir Town!

Everyone subconsciously thought Lady Isaac’s brother had just climbed out of the water, but Madam Irene, using the “Secret Ear Technique,” sensed a disturbance suddenly emerging hundreds of meters away.

She saw a dark figure running in the distance, seemingly trying to flee from the dock.

Irene took a deep breath and lifted the flintlock in her hand.

The shadow was nearly a hundred meters away, almost at the effective range limit of the flintlock, and in the pitch darkness, hitting him was next to impossible.

But a strand of black light wrapped around the bullet, bringing with it the scent of death and doom, and time itself seemed to freeze in an instant.

Irene had already closed her eyes. Lord of the Lost, grant Your enemy death!

“Bang!”

The bullet from the flintlock had been fired, crossing over the heads of the crowd, who were astonished, panicked, and at a loss, drawing a line of death that snatched life, hitting the dark figure right in the head over a hundred meters away.

He fell to the ground at the sound.

“No!!!!!!”

Lady Isaac’s scream tore through the port, her son having been forcefully taken to the Sea God Cult by his elder brother, and now her younger brother was the most important person in her life.

He was dead.

Finally, someone rekindled a torch. Lady Isaac, across a hundred-meter distance, looked at the murderer who shot her brother with a face twisted by hatred and vengeance!

Then her face showed a complicated expression, like that of despair.

There was one thing she had never lied about.

Lady Isaac liked the Moon Lady, held a great respect for Madam Irene who helped the needy, and had donated all the proceeds to the orphanage, without pocketing a single penny for herself.

Moreover, because of her, she hesitated and did not force Margaret to drink the potion on the spot, the fate she faced now was the result of her own actions.

“Hehehehe…”

Her gaze filled with hatred as she looked into Irene’s eyes, a miserable sneer on her face, and she turned and fled from the scene without hesitation.

The figure in the black robe and mask was about to break through the crowd but suddenly convulsed in pain due to a burst of sickly green fog at his feet. His skin began to corrode, and he bent over trembling.

That was the alchemical poisonous mist spray Byrne had thrown on his inevitable path, which he had bought at the auction. Although it couldn’t kill, the intense pain of skin burning was enough to incapacitate most people.

The figure in the black robe and mask managed to escape the range of the poison gas, only to be shot several times as he moved away from the crowd, his body riddled with wounds.

“What’s happening?”

He staggered, almost falling, as he was shocked to find that his body had become fragile. What were once grazing bullets could now penetrate flesh.

Then he saw the furious old knight, Aaron, charging at him, and the old Tempest Priest finding the perfect distance and position to cast icicles again.

Having had several of his ribs broken by an icicle earlier, the figure in the black robe and mask was particularly wary of the old priest’s spells, fighting off two Extraordinary Exponents of high-level Beginning with only half of his attention.

He managed to dodge the icicle only to be struck in the abdomen by the old knight’s bayonet, a pain erupting from the deepest layers of his organs, seriously wounding him!

“Evil cultist! I shall avenge my son Geralt!”

The old knight was filled with rage and held onto the spear without wanting to let go, not noticing that Irene was treating the wounds at his son’s neck.

“Bang!”

An acute pain arrived once more in the back, causing the dagger in the right hand of the figure in the black robe and mask to drop.

It turns out it was Byrne who had fired a flintlock shot from not far away that hit the back of the figure in the black robe and mask.

Yet, his brow remained furrowed.

It looked like the battle was about to be won, but Byrne still had not seen the mysterious rare artifact of Treasure class being used by the man in the black robe and mask. Why had he not played his trump card yet?

Could there be some kind of restriction on its use?

The formidable mobility of the man in the black robe and mask was totally restricted, and his location was clear. Just as the many guards were about to disregard the old knight’s life and shoot to kill both men, he suddenly erupted with an incredibly strong force!

“Ha!”

The muscles in the right hand of the figure in the black robe and mask, which didn’t have the dagger, suddenly tensed!

Then, incredibly, he twisted the steel-forged spear with his bare hands and with a swift punch, he fiercely penetrated the old knight’s chest armor, instantly shattering his heart in a visually stunning moment.

The proximity scared Aaron, who furrowed his brow and hastily retreated several steps.

There it is!

Byrne, from a distance, was shocked, soon realizing that this was the effect of the Treasure class, mysterious rare artifact. The upcoming battle was going to be even more perilous!

Suddenly, another bullet wrapped in black light, with utter precision, hit the chest of the figure in the black robe and mask.