Vengeance of the Returner - Chapter 212

Slash! Slash!

Clang! AHH!

The sounds made through by the swinging of the spears and swords, the countless cries of soldiers, the sound of the footsteps resounded throughout the area as a mediocre faction of soldiers approached the city’s gate.

The Southern city of crimes was flooded by blood and soldiers encompassing the whole area. The surging populace of soldiers who rushed through the teleportation center was similar to that of an opened water tap which comes out with immense pressure.

The remnant Ranrak soldiers braced their shields as they swung their swords whilst using their attributes repelling the young soldiers of Dracton.

‘They better not use the Dynamism drugs.’

Nix muttered looking at the syringe-like vials the young soldiers were holding on to.

“Just as I expected.”

Both Cinzia and Nix blurted out in unison as a huge wave of sword energy pierced the frontline soldiers. Those who were attacked were repelled by the shock wave and fell back.

“Cinzia… Can I fucking use your spear?”

Nix said gritting his teeth.

He didn’t have a choice but to step up his game. Nagendra was baffled yet, he jumped to action even before Nix could get the spear.

A Hero and the Antihero, the two protagonists of their own stories stepped down to the battlefield as a group of Mutinos descended down.

Those were members of Waltner’s clan. Nix was responsible for the lives that followed him meanwhile Nagendra came out for the reasons he held within his heart.

The Sky piercer, something that accepts the wielder who possesses immense anger and a vengeful heart similar to that of its previous owner. A weapon of god, that once used to even split the sky.

Whilst the other young man possessed a unique technique called bladeless heart a path that was unique like its name. It is a nonlethal martial art but when the wielder chooses to shift it into a lethal one. It can be said to be one of the deadliest art.

Nagendra was totally covered by a white mist. Probably, the light attribute of his. His eyes were whole turned white as his whole hair turned grey like an old man.  The Sheer pressure he released made the soldiers step back. The immense vital force he possessed was in its early stages to reach the purest form, unlike the soldiers who doped themselves to achieve that.

He was the God hand, an apostle who gains the traits and powers of the god they worship.

At that moment, it was neither the manifested version of Shigon, the Martial god nor Nagendra the righteous hero. He was someone very dissimilar and coherent to both the existent. Just like Nix who triggers Nova manifestation.

The only difference his he was able to borrow the powers and martial arts of a god that has been stored in his consciousness. Whilst Nix used his own past self’s skills. If one asks who is powerful at the moment. It would be Nagendra though Nagendra and his teammates didn’t know it.

But it is something of a short-lived state and it takes a great toll on his body making him lose all the vitality he holds.

A chill ran up the spine of the soldiers akin to both his allies and enemies. It was like a god descended down to the world.

At the same time, there was another man next to him. The one they couldn’t dare glance at, the one who was covered by a red mist of mana. The blood lust, the anger, a soul that was wholly filled with vengeance. The Manifestated version of Dark Nix.  A single soul that possessed two wills, two separate emotions, and consciousness in a single soul.

A Demonic presence! Who stood still facing countless opponents holding onto the spear of a god. A mere human who was neither in the realm of Gods nor transcendence. He was the epitome of arbitrary.

He pressed his leg on the floor and pushed his other leg, in a mere second like a cheetah that uses its hind legs to increase its speed.

The Duo wasn’t in the right mind after all but, each and every move they used easily blocked the sword and spear energies that approached the army.

“Hmm, looks like those two don’t need any of our help.”

Gunther said with a smile.

Tarok jumped down and raced next to Reegan who excitedly jumped to the battlefield like a rabbit.

Several Outlaws that were accompanied by Waltner entered the field as well. Without paying heed to the blood that covered the faces hiding their visions they slew throats and heads like sewering the heads of the crops.

“Move! Move!” Yelled Rebecca, standing in front of the army atop the Mutinos. She took command in Nix’s place.

“It’s like he is someone else whenever he steps into the battlefield isn’t it?” Asked Rosalie looking straight at the duo who were in worlds of their own, meaning they literally lost the sense of their environment and entered a trance as they both began swinging their weapons.

They were precisely located a few hundred meters away from the teleportation center. The sole problem is that they were in fact over several hundred meters below the gate and next to the army that was continuously flooding out of the teleportation gate.

The number of arrows and spells that came at them was countless. The sole advantage for them in this battle is that the soldiers were untrained and lacked experience in real battles. Unfortunately, thousands of them died in their first battle unable to taste and bear the fruits of the sufferings they’ve been through.

Young men that got compelled and women who volunteered to face the war were struck by the unswallowable reality that crashed on them like a tide of sea waves that hit the shore.

“Slowly but surely the army is moving… But, the loss is going to be very huge.”

Hyun Dae Seok said looking at his sister who was shooting arrows towards every possible direction from where the enemies approached.

Yeril shot of white lights like a ray of lasers and decimated people she could handle whilst flying. Meanwhile, the archers and Mages kept on bombarding the enemies as much as they can. Few of the Krigons and the riders lost their lives. Siege weapons were rendered useless considering the heavy tools they’d need to carry.

“Keep moving!”

Nix yelled shoving the spear onto the ground. He twisted his body like a pole dancer using the spear and released himself into the army like an arrow. He used twirl and tornado simultaneously and whence a soldier closed the distance he used the hidden blade gauntlet and the remaining ammo inside the crossbow whilst using the blade under it to clean cut through the enemies.

Nix’s style was nasty and heavily leaned to mixed weapon arts, a way of fighting Dark Nix learned in the past.

He wielded anything he got and used any nasty move he could. He was an unpredictable beast. He used the chain and pulled the spear and parried the zombie-like men that whole enveloped him to not let him move.

His dagger emanated darkness and cut through the men getting them decayed.

“Nix leave this instance! The army had managed to reach the gates!”

Waltner warner hanging on the Mutino’s ladder while lending his hand.

In few meters deep was a man who was panting like a beast and in his hands were the intestines and spine of the soldiers he threw the parts and continued to rip the men into pieces. His fighting style was not flashy in the slightest but it was the vilest one even Waltner had ever witnessed.

Nix jumped and latched on to Waltner’s hand and stretched his hand to Nagendra who was in a trance. He was covered by the soldiers that Nix could barely find him.

Nevertheless, he broke through climbing the pile of soldiers and jumped grabbing Nix’s helping hand.  If Nix gave out the feeling of an uncontrollable beast. Nagendra gave out a impression of Monster hunter. They were in contrast to each other.

The count of the remnant army was shaved in half. The remaining members were the elites and top-notch soldiers who survived the inexplicable situation.

Some of the men opened the gates as the army approached. Soon they left the city whilst defending themselves.

They continued until the army stopped chasing them. After several hours of traveling the soldiers slowly fell in the desert one by one. They didn’t have a place to go. They grabbed onto their lives and continued walking.

Upon all their travel they didn’t utter a word. They had lost a war that should have been won.

“I am glad you made it alive.”

Heredia who manifested into Camila said wearing no expression on his face.

Nix was angered that he wanted to grab her by the neck but the owner was Camila so, he gritted his teeth and began talking.

“You knew about this occurrence, didn’t you?”

“No, I swear upon my name that I did not expect this.”

“For fuck sake!”

He cursed and sat on the floor massaging his temples.