Rising god-Chapter 128: A Life Saver

The forest erupted into chaos as the Dawnless unleashed their full might. Fire and lightning roared from their dragon-enhanced bodies, clashing with the Flameheart soldiers’ red and blue flames. The red flames scorched but couldn’t pierce the Dawnless’ thick scales, while the blue flames, freezing in their eerie chill, struggled to immobilize them for long. Yet the Flameheart army was disciplined, their numbers pressing the advantage in a relentless tide.

Ralph, Mirta, the 49th Sword, and ten sword units broke off, weaving through the forest to strike the enemy’s rear. Mirta glanced at Ralph, confusion flickering in her eyes. ’Why is he coming? Isn’t he like the weakest?’ If he were a 6th star, she would’ve understood, but he wasn’t.

They landed in the heart of the enemy ranks, facing the operation’s leader—a towering figure with one red eye and one blue, his armor gleaming with rune-etched flames. "How dare you invade our kingdom and cause havoc?" he bellowed. "If you surrender the experiments, we may let you live."

Ralph’s eyes narrowed, returning the question. "How dare you kidnap from other lands? You must be truly fearless."

The leader of operations looked at Ralph. Among all the strong people around, why was it the weakest that was speaking? But he shrugged it off and pushed again, "I’m offering a chance. Leave the experiments, and we can negotiate."

Ralph’s mind raced. ’I left Wick with them, so nothing is happening there, but his tone...’

"They don’t plan to let us go," Mirta’s voice cut through their mental link, her mist coiling around her.

"I thought so," Ralph replied silently. "Another army’s likely waiting outside."

"And if we refuse?" he asked aloud, gripping Moonfang.

"Is that even a question?" The leader smirked. "You’ll all die here."

Despite his confidence, caution flickered in his eyes. There were two seventh-stars, Mirta and the 49th Sword, who loomed behind Ralph.

Whoom. His domain activated, astral energy swirling in red and blue flames around his hands. The forest didn’t change, but his flames lashed with deadly precision.

Without hesitation, he thrust his left hand, and a torrent of red fire surged, scorching the ground, toward Ralph.

It was too fast for Ralph to follow as it surged—clang.

The 49th Sword intercepted, Ashenfall’s violet energy whipping around him, devouring the flames.

"What is that?" the leader growled, his mind racing. ’Why is it violet? Did someone among them succeed? No, this doesn’t look human, who are they?’ His mind suddenly went into thinking.

The 49th Sword vanished, reappearing before the leader mid-thought, his blade slashing. The leader retreated, summoning flame barriers. Clang... clang.

The 49th Sword’s strikes were deflected by the barrier; however, the 49th Sword transitioned seamlessly between techniques, in its center, cracking the shield and forcing the leader back.

Both sides paused, watching the duel, before resuming their battles.

However, before the enemies could move any further, the ten sword units had already surrounded them and lifted their swords, ashenfall connecting their energy.

Just like they had done before, the surroundings changed. The forest transformed was—dark skies loomed, the ground cracked and jagged, a violet haze thickening the air.

’What?’ Ralph and Mirta froze, stepping back as the dark clouds coalesced into a massive violet dragon’s head, its maw gaping.

"Shit," the leader cursed as he saw this from a part of his eye and cursed. His army couldn’t survive that. He didn’t even think he could. That distraction cost him. Guhhh. The 49th Sword’s blade severed his arm, blood spraying.

Undeterred, the dragon unleashed a breath of violet energy, obliterating swathes of Flameheart soldiers.

"I-I think we should leave this to them," Mirta said, her voice tight.

"Yeah," Ralph snapped out of his awe, turning to aid the main fight.

The Mistars descended, their mist flooding the forest like a storm. As elite assassins, their stealth techniques were unmatched, cutting down enemies with silent precision. With the Dawnless attacking from the front and the Mistars from the rear, the Flameheart was trapped in a deadly pincer.

Donto had already ripped through two of the enemies who threw their lives for their section leader, leaving both of them in severe conditions.

Small and medium-sized holes were around both their bodies, and at the moment, their movements were sluggish. The section leader held his broken mace while heaving, while Donto’s knuckles were mangled beyond recognition.

"Phew...I guess this is why we needed weapons, huh?" Donto gave a bloody smile as he reached his hand and pulled out a pill to his mouth. He exhaled as his body began to heal.

The section leader lunged immediately. He couldn’t allow his enemy to heal while he was on the brink. Then Donto pulled out a bat that connected with the section leader’s face with a sickening crack.

Donto then lunged and swung a bat at the two severely injured 6th stars.

"Boss, you alright?" his subordinates called, rushing over.

"There are still enemies. Kill them!" Donto roared, diving back into the fray.

The First Executive fought differently, facing four sixth-stars with calculated calm. Their flames burned brighter than his dragon fire, a fact he noted for later. But his speed and scales gave him the edge, dodging and countering with precise bursts of flame.

The Dawnless and Mistars overwhelmed the Flameheart, their superior strength and tactics decimating the enemy. The 49th Sword finished the operation leader, and joined his unit to mop up the surviving flamehearts.

Thirty minutes later, the forest was a graveyard, bodies of allies and enemies pooling blood into a crimson river.

"We don’t have time, move." Ralph roared and led the way out of the forest. He had said it previously, anyone who died wasn’t going to be buried. Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to loot them.

It was among the reasons they decided to leave as soon as possible. The eyes of the royal family had been attracted, and they set up an ambush for them in the forest, and luckily, they survived.

They ran with their exhaustion. In their minds, if they could just leave the forest, they would escape. Their hope and joy eventually came as they exited the forest, only to freeze in place.

There were thousands of them, waiting just a hundred meters from their position.

The enemy had sent another army at them. And at the forefront was a man, whipping purple hair, a similar eye trait of the royal family.

’Shit, we exhausted our energy in that battle,’ Ralph cursed as he watched the thousands staring at them. Their previous battle had sapped their strength.

Without giving them more time, "Attack!" the commander bellowed, and the army charged, their war cries shaking the air.

The air was filled with loud shouts as the soldiers rushed to finish off these insects prowling over their land.

"Shit-"

Before Ralph could rally formations, a voice thundered:

Domain: Ashen-tel

The world around them suddenly shifted and changed. As if they entered a world of violet.

Both allies and enemies felt immense power in the air, and they looked up to see Wick floating in the sky, with his finger stretched out. No one could move; they were too powerless to do so.

And the violet tinges around the air coagulated to form a beam that shot at the army.

BOOOOOOOM!

The explosion blinded them, violet light searing the horizon. Dust and screams filled the air as the Dawnless and Mistars snapped from their stupor. What was that?

What the fuck was that?

For a long time, Dawnless and the Mistars had gotten used to Wick and the fearsome power around him; however, they had never seen his power. But now, they had seen it.

"Wick, you’re a lifesaver!" Ralph roared. "Everyone, retreat, NOW!"

Before word got out of this, or anyone sighted this explosion and came to investigate, they had to escape this land before the borders were closed.

Without even looking back, they all fled.

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