69novels Chapter 354: Legs Severed from the Waist
Chapter 354: Legs Severed from the Waist
The Slave Trade Guild members behind him froze for a brief second.
That single second was fatal.
The undead Storm Tyrant stepped forward, and its hammer swept horizontally through the narrow passage.
Boom!
The bodies of two guild members were thrown backward like broken sacks, crashing through the wooden doors behind them.
A third man tried to duck, but the shockwave alone struck his chest and sent him rolling across the floor.
"Spread out!" someone shouted in panic.
But the passage was too narrow.
The rooms were too close.
The Slave Trade Guild members had committed countless atrocities from the shadows, but they had never imagined death would enter their hideout so directly.
"Who are you?" a tall young man roared, raising a blood red saber.
No answer came.
The undead Royalty Stonewall moved past the Storm Tyrant like a black shadow, its blade cutting through the air with cold precision.
The tall young man raised his saber to block.
Clang!
The saber cracked.
His eyes widened.
Before he could shout again, the second slash arrived and cut through his shoulder, chest, and waist in one clean motion.
Blood sprayed across the passage.
Behind them, several captives inside the smaller rooms trembled violently.
Some had their mouths covered with rags.
Some had iron chains around their wrists.
Thoren walked slowly behind the undead vanguard. His blue eyes remained cold.
He looked at the corpses without sympathy and at the captives without speaking.
This was not the time to rescue anyone yet.
First, he needed to make sure no member of the Slave Trade Guild escaped.
Of course, he knew there were many still hiding, waiting for him to depart but they were mistaken.
Just then, miserable screams echoed from the front side of the building. A young man and woman crashed against the wall, staring at the cloak figure with dread.
"Go! I’ll try to buy you some time." The young man said to the woman with a flash of determination.
He struggled to his feet and gripped his katana. His eyes blazed. As a Samurai, he never feared battle. Looking at him, the young woman opened her mouth to speak but decided against it.
Right now, escaping was the most important thing.
"Die!" He raised his katana above his head and changed his stance while blood gushed out of his mouth.
"Bloomnig Sakura Slash"
The attack was swift and deadly, carrying a terrifying sharpness. Anyone below level 34 could only wait for death.
Yet...
The undead Guild Captain merely raised its heavy broadsword and swung it downward.
Boom!
Ahhhh!
Blood splattered to the wall as the young man was sent flying. His Katanta shattered into fragments and some of it struck the young woman that was trying to escape.
Ahhh!
The woman fell on her but, crying in pain as blood gushed out of her thigh. Before she could even cry in pain, she felt a suffocating presence before her.
"N-No–"
Bang!
The heavy broadsword severed her body into equal parts with blood and organs splattered everywhere. As for the young man that wanted to play hero, blood was gushing out from his major orifices.
His right arm was twisted in an impossible position. His breathing labour, on the brink of death.
At the same time, the undead Elite Jackal Beastman guarding the backyard exit dragged a struggling man back into the corridor.
The man’s face was pale, and his lips trembled violently.
"Wait! Wait! I surrender!" he shouted.
The undead Elite Jackal Beastman did not respond. Its claws pierced through the man’s shoulder and threw him against the floor like a captured beast.
Thoren glanced at him briefly.
"Keep him alive," he said softly.
The undead Elite Jackal Beastman stopped its next strike immediately.
Watching this, the man gasped violently, his body shaking in terror.
He finally understood.
The one controlling these terrifying creatures was not some hidden monster.
It was the silver haired young man walking calmly through the passage.
Meanwhile, The undead Storm Tyrant advanced like a moving disaster, crushing every direct opponent with its massive hammer.
When the Slave Trade Guild member realized they could not escape from both from the front door and the backdoor, they fought the undead Storm Tyrant with all their might.
In one of the rooms, it was empty and clean, spotless to be precise. Many would have ignored the room if they saw it but not Thoren.
Thud! Thud!
The undead Royalty Stonewall arrived at the back, left corner of the room and struck.
Bang!
Instantly, the fake wall camouflage shattered into pieces and a hidden door appeared. Before the undead Royalty Stone wall could enter, a powerful fist slammed into its chest.
Bang!
Thud! Thud!
It retreated a couple of feet, leaving a deep footprint behind. Coming out of the broken hidden door was a young man with an average look.
A harmless smile plastered on his face.
However, the thick blood aura around him suggested another thing entirely.
"I did not want to fight." He whispered.
"I already give you grace to leave but no..." He shook his head and a crazy expression appeared on his face.
Slowly, his muscle began to bulge, growing bigger and bigger while the thick blood stench around him grew thicker.
Under the terrifying changes, his head touched the building ceiling before the rapid growth came to a stop. Now, his figure towers over the undead Royalty Stonewall.
His pupil gone, turning crimson like feral savage beast.
"Die!" He growled and rushed forward, swinging a massive fist.
Ting!
Suddenly, a terrifying soul sound echoed in the room, shaking everyone’s soul vehemently. Many that were in battle motion halt their movement.
Some even had to grip their head.
But the most affected person was the massive figure rushing toward the undead Royalty Stonewall.
A sharp howl escaped from his mouth while he grasped his head in pain.
"W-What is that..."
Before he could complete his statement, the undead Royalty Stonewall appeared before him.
"Nooooo"
Looking at the deadly black blade, his heart skipped a beat and a sense of death washed over him.
Whoosh!
Ahhhhhh!
A soul rending scream escaped from his mouth as his legs were severed from his waist.