’SH*T!!’
Every hair on Baradur’s body stood on end as he sensed the icy edge of Ian’s dagger nearing his neck.
Instinctively, he spun around as quickly as possible, stepping back in a desperate attempt to dodge the strike.
Unfortunately, how could he, a warrior, be faster than a scout?
Baradur’s eyes widened upon realizing that his opponent’s weapon—clad in a corrosive dark aura—was already just a few centiters away from his neck.
There was only one course of action he could do now.
"Stoic!" He exclaid in a panic.
In the very next mont, his body shimred with a translucent golden hue, signaling that [Stoic] had already activated.
To Baradur’s horror, as the dagger of the terrorist elite codenad Alpha Three struck the translucent glow shielding him, the blade’s corrosive aura began to erode [Stoic].
The next mont, crimson blood spurted out of the Yon Augennian hero’s neck, so turning black upon making contact with the corrosive aura of Ian’s blade.
"GHHAAHKK!" Baradur cried out, a sudden chill sweeping over his body while warmth spread across his neck.
The Yon Augennian Hero’s mind went blank.
He did not know whether he was dead or alive for a second.
However, he soon realized that despite blood gushing wildly from his neck and the tallic taste flooding his mouth, he was still alive.
The first thing he saw upon regaining his wits was the eerily cold gaze of the young terrorist elite through his white mask.
In the young man’s eyes, he was already dead.
’I have to run!’ was the first thought that entered Baradur’s mind.
Covering the deep wound on the left side of his neck with his left hand in a desperate and pathetic attempt to stop the bleeding in what little way he could, the Yon Augennian hero fled like a defeated dog, his right hand grabbing sothing from his spatial bag.
Witnessing this, Ian smirked coldly and quickly chased the man.
Unfortunately for him, how could it be so easy to take down a hero?
In the next mont, an azure aura surrounded Baradur’s massive fra, quickly fading into scattered mana particles.
When Ian’s dagger pierced the nape of the azure human silhouette, he felt no satisfying resistance, as if he had struck nothing but air.
Baradur Pentagon of the Holy Sword had successfully escaped.
"Tch." Ian clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and regret.
He was so close to killing the arrogant bastard. Unfortunately, he fell short in the end.
anwhile, Maverick and his army were sprinting through the hallways of the WAA Headquarters, heading towards the area where the Communication Room and Ergency Teleporter Room were located when suddenly, he received two ssages simultaneously.
The first one was from Alpha Three.
"Commander Maverick, Baradur Pentagon has escaped. However, with the cursed mortal wound I inflicted, it will take him about a month before he’s capable of fighting again."
After reading Ian’s ssage, a weight has been lifted off Maverick’s chest, only to be replaced by another upon opening the second ssage.
It was from the captain of Squadron Two—the squadron that attacked the south entrance.
"Commander Maverick, we need imdiate assistance! Guard Captain Targon, his elites, and Saorus Calamitas of the Heaven’s Wrath have arrived and are attempting to retake the Communication and Ergency Teleporter rooms! We’re being overwheld even with Squadron Four’s help! If reinforcents don’t arrive in the next five minutes, we’ll have to retreat to prevent heavy losses!"
’Sh*t!’ Maverick cursed, imdiately sending a ssage to Alpha Three.
"Alpha Three, another hero—a mage—is attacking our squads guarding the Communication and Ergency Teleporter Room. We need your assistance, as Targon is there as well."
Soon after, he and his n sprinted off once more, hoping to arrive on ti to help the struggling squads in the southwest area.
Maverick had only just returned his mana communicator to his spatial pouch when suddenly, he received another ssage.
He frowned and instructed Lieffer to temporarily take command and lead the n toward the southwest area.
After an abrupt stop, Maverick pulled out his mana communicator again to see who the ssage was from.
His eyes widened as he realized it wasn’t a ssage, but the built-in ergency distress signal of the Hadean Varsa Communicators.
A blinking red notification on the screen of Maverick’s mana communicator read: Ergency Assistance Needed.
It was from his wife.
’Alicia!’
He, of course, wanted to leave everything behind here and co to the rescue of his beloved.
However, he knew that if his wife, who was stronger than him, was struggling with the situation, there was no way his own weak self could improve things.
Fortunately, the distress ssage was automatically received by those ranked vice-commander and higher, including his monstrously strong son.
Before he could even worry for ten seconds, he received a ssage from Shye.
"Don’t worry, leave this to ." was the content of the ssage.
With his son personally heading out to assist his wife, Maverick was finally able to focus on his own situation.
He returned his mana communicator to his spatial bag and sprinted toward the southwest area, striving to catch up to his n who had already moved ahead.
***
"C-Commander Alicia, Squadron Three is on the verge of collapse!"
"Commander! Squadron Two needs help—t-these things, they can’t be human!"
"Commander Alicia, please help!"
At the Hawkin Mansion, Alicia Crowley’s Strike Force Two was engaged in a brutal battle with the Hawkin Guards.
Naturally, she was troubled by the desperate calls for help from her squadron captains, their formations barely holding together.
Earlier, the brief mont she took to press the distress button had already allowed her opponent, Hawkin Guard Captain Balkan, to heavily injure her vice-commander.
She couldn’t afford to spare any more attention to other matters.
After all, it was clear that no one but her could keep the powerful guard captain at bay.
’It’s all because of those damned things!’ she cursed inwardly as she expertly parried Balkan’s greatsword with her dagger, forcing its blade to strike the ground.
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