Chapter 281 - 254: Escape (2)
Chapter 281: Chapter 254: Escape (2)
Zhao Chi’s mouth suddenly felt heavy. He couldn’t open it.
’What kind of Spiritual Technique is this?’
The rebel soldier reeled Zhao Chi in like a kite, pulling him closer to the edge of the battlefield.
Zhao Chi had a great view from the air and could clearly see Zhao Quan’s battle.
The battlefield was littered with fallen Black Armored Soldiers, their organs scattered about haphazardly.
In the distance lay the beheaded Zhao Mu.
A rebel pointed at Zhao Mu’s corpse and cursed at another, "You motherfucker, I told you guys not to kill them! Do you have any idea how much we can squeeze out of a noble? And you just had to go and kill him."
"Sorry, Captain..."
"Sorry my ass! Just you wait, I’ll deal with you later. This is fucking bullshit!"
"Captain, I’ve captured Zhao Chi."
"Zhao Chi? Which noble is that?"
"Not a noble. He’s the one who came in first in the recent competition."
"Shit! He’s just a Junior Lord. What damn use is he? Toss him aside."
"Oh... I’m the one who caught him, so I get first pick of the loot, right?"
"Get lost! Capture Zhao Quan alive!"
"Understood! Everyone, move in!"
Nearly a hundred Holy Hall Crusaders closed in.
Dozens of Royal Griffins circled in the sky.
Several hundred Hellhounds were also on the perimeter, ready to fight at a moment’s notice.
Zhao Quan sneered, "Where the fuck did you get so many noble-class Soldier Types? You even have Royal Griffins and Holy Hall Crusaders? Who gave them to you?"
The rebel captain, Wu Zhong, snorted. "You’re not qualified to know that. All you need to know is that tonight is the night you die."
Zhao Quan scoffed, "And here I was wondering who it was. Turns out it’s my runaway slave. Wu Zhong... how fitting, you truly are disloyal. To think you’d dare to rebel against your master."
Wu Zhong laughed. "Loyalty? Loyalty depends on who you’re loyal to. Who would be loyal to bloodsucking parasites like you? In a moment, I’ll make you spit it all back out!"
Zhao Quan talked tough. "Hmph, you and what army?"
Wu Zhong snorted. "We are more than enough. Attack!"
Zhao Quan was immediately hit by a barrage of attacks.
But then, without warning, a fierce Flame erupted from thin air, exploding violently with Zhao Quan at its center.
BOOM! WHOOSH!
It was like a missile had detonated, instantly illuminating the night sky.
Zhao Chi felt like a layer of skin had been seared off his face.
His Iron Armor was scalding hot.
’My hair must be gone... good thing Treatment or a Potion can make it grow back.’
But Zhao Chi was so far from the battlefield, yet he was still affected by such a powerful blast.
’Then at the center of the battlefield...’
Zhao Chi immediately looked over.
The feathers of more than a dozen Royal Griffins were completely burned away. They flapped their fleshy wings but struggled to stay airborne.
The Holy Hall Crusaders were dancing.
It was too hot.
Their Metal Armor had turned into ovens, the heat making them twist and squirm uncontrollably.
Hellhounds were fire-attribute Magical Beasts, but many of them were burned to death by the Flame.
The surrounding rebels were a little farther away and had lighter injuries.
But the few rebels in the middle had been killed instantly.
"Fucking heal them, now!" Wu Zhong roared.
Two rebels immediately began administering Treatment to everyone on the field.
"Treatment? Just die, all of you!"
Zhao Quan’s flames flared up once more.
"Use Water Armor and Water Shields! Everyone, forward!" Wu Zhong ordered loudly.
The surrounding rebels pressed forward, and all sorts of Water Spiritual Techniques appeared.
Fire clashed with water.
Clouds of steam billowed up.
Zhao Chi hung motionless in the air, his body constantly being baked and steamed. He felt like a piece of salted fish.
But he couldn’t move; there was no way to escape.
He could only let the aftershocks of the various techniques wash over him.
His breathing became ragged.
’There’s a sweet taste in my throat. I must be bleeding internally.’
’Damn it...’
’If this keeps up, I’m going to die right here in the air.’
Zhao Chi racked his brain, but in this situation, there was simply nothing he could do.
’The only chance I have is that these rebels don’t plan to kill us. They want to plunder us.’
’If a Lord dies, their territory becomes neutral.’
’And without the coordinates, it would be very difficult to find.’
’I’ll just have to wait for an opportunity...’
Zhao Quan was indeed as strong as expected.
He had taken out more than half of the nearly one hundred Holy Hall Crusaders.
The Royal Griffins and Hellhounds had also suffered heavy casualties.
Wu Zhong said dismissively, "It’s fine. We have plenty of Soldiers. Kill as many as you like. As long as we capture you, we can recover our losses a hundred times over."
Zhao Quan snorted coldly. His sword flashed, and he cut down another Holy Light Crusader.
But his Physical Strength and Spiritual Power were clearly running low.
Cracks had appeared on his Armor.
Wu Zhong shook his head. "Zhao Quan, stop your fucking struggling. We’ve sealed all your summoning channels. What’s the point of struggling by yourself? This is as far as you go."
Zhao Quan snorted. "Even by myself, I can kill all of you scum."
Wu Zhong laughed. "Still talking tough at a time like this? Let’s see how long you can keep it up. Everyone, get him! Capture him, alive!"
The Soldiers surged forward again.
Zhao Quan’s eyes flashed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Capture me? You! Think! You’re! Worthy!?"
Zhao Quan ripped off his Golden Armor, reversed his grip on his longsword, and plunged it into his own heart!
SPLAT!
The longsword pierced his heart, running him clean through.
Blue blood sprayed out, gushing from the wound in his back.
’Blue blood?’
Zhao Chi watched in astonishment.
The blue blood looked a lot like a Spiritual Power Potion.
’Could Zhao Quan have used some Improvement to turn his own blood into Spiritual Power?’
Seeing Zhao Quan stop attacking and stab himself instead, the surrounding enemy forces were all stunned.
Wu Zhong roared, "What are you standing around for? Cripple him, quickly!"
The surrounding Holy Hall Crusaders all lunged forward. The Royal Griffins dove down, and the Hellhounds charged, spitting Flame.
But it was too late.
The blue blood shot into the sky.
Zhao Quan snorted coldly. "Go. Crush them!"
BOOM!
A giant foot stomped down, making everyone on the ground jump.
All the dilapidated houses that hadn’t already collapsed were reduced to rubble.
BOOM!
The other foot stomped down.
More than a dozen Hellhounds were turned into paste.
Everyone couldn’t help but look up.
There stood a Giant, its head reaching into the clouds.
The giant beastman from before had been huge, but it would have only reached this Giant’s knee.
’Is that fucking Ultraman?’
Zhao Chi stared at the Giant, his heart pounding with fear.
Of course, it couldn’t be Ultraman. It was a Titan.
’I can’t believe I’m seeing a Titan with my own eyes.’
’Zhao Quan actually had something like this?’
Wu Zhong was thinking the exact same thing.
He was dumbfounded.
’Where did Zhao Quan get a Titan?’
’Can Titans even be subdued?’
’Besides, all the summoning channels are supposed to be sealed right now...’
’So how did Zhao Quan summon this Titan?’
The most important question wasn’t any of that, but what were they going to do now?
Even if they killed Zhao Quan now, how would they deal with the Titan?
But there was no time to think.
The Titan’s hands lit up with electricity.
The clouds in the sky began to gather.
Zhao Chi, still in the air, felt his skin start to itch—an effect only a powerful electric field could produce.
"Get back! Spread out!!"
Wu Zhong ordered in a panic.
"Spread out? Heh."
As Zhao Quan sneered, the Titan thrust both fists forward.
RUMBLE!!
RUMBLE!!
Two bolts of raging Thunder shot down.
Two waves of electricity surged across the ground.
All the enemies around Zhao Quan lit up like lightbulbs being charged.
Zhao Chi thought he could even see their skeletons.
But in that instant, Zhao Chi also felt his body go numb.
’I’m in the air, but the power of this Thunder is just too strong.’
WHOOSH—THUD!
Zhao Chi crashed to the ground, his entire body wracked with pain.
It was hard to open his eyes; he felt an overwhelming sense of drowsiness.
’Can’t pass out... I absolutely can’t pass out...’
Zhao Chi’s body trembled as he forced his eyes open.
The area around him had fallen silent.
Wu Zhong and all the rebels were lying on the ground, motionless, smoke rising from their charred bodies.
The Hellhounds were cooked.
The Royal Griffins were all on the ground, struggling in agony. Their feathers were scattered everywhere, making them look like plucked chickens scalded with boiling water.
They were flapping their wings... no, they were convulsing from the electricity, not flapping.
THUD!
The Titan stomped its foot, and the Royal Griffins became pancakes.
The Holy Hall Crusaders were still standing, but they could no longer move, all of them using their Great Swords to prop themselves up.
The Titan snorted coldly from high above.
It seemed displeased that they hadn’t fallen.
The Titan lifted a leg and kicked out hard.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The Holy Hall Crusaders shot off in all directions like steel cannonballs.
Even if they hadn’t been electrocuted to death, they would be killed by the kick or the fall.
All surrounding enemies had been annihilated.