The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 89 - 73 Desperate Situation

"Quick! Pick up the pace!"

The Count shouted, urging the retreating soldiers to speed up.

He could already smell it, the overwhelming scent of blood approaching ever closer. freewёbnoνel.com

The chaos of the unit tasked with holding them off bought them time.

Yet, the time gained wasn’t enough.

The pursuing enemy drew closer, and both Kana and Alyris couldn’t help but sense the scent of blood in the air.

"I see it!" a Knight shouted, his voice filled with surprise.

In the distance, they could see the boats downstream and the townsfolk on the shore.

Though somewhat chaotic, the fleeing townsfolk were boarding the rafts in an orderly fashion.

A sharp noise pierced the air, followed by a ringing in everyone’s ears.

Now, unlike before, every soldier knew the cause of the ringing—an indication that the enemy was close behind.

At least a third of the townsfolk had yet to board the rafts, in addition to these soldiers.

Almost everyone knew that escaping safely seemed nearly impossible now.

Suddenly, an intense scent of blood invaded their noses.

Kana felt a chill run down his spine.

Crisis, a strong sense of crisis overcame him.

"Watch out!" he yelled suddenly.

Looking up at the sky, he saw a figure trailing a long, bloody streak crash down in front of everyone.

"Everyone, turn and face the enemy!"

A confrontation was inevitable.

With this command, more than half of the soldiers hesitated, then turned around; the others also caught on and slowly turned to face the enemy.

Kana was somewhat shocked watching this scene.

Under such circumstances, these soldiers still displayed such vigor, even while retreating in a frenzy.

Honestly, the fact that they didn’t scatter and flee already surprised Kana.

To think they could even heed the command to turn and face the enemy.

He couldn’t help but look at the townsfolk retreating in the distance, realizing many of these soldiers’ family members were there.

The dust settled.

The figure that crashed earlier revealed itself.

A massive figure over two meters tall, clad in layers of gigantic blood-colored armor adorned with fascia and skull decorations resembling blood.

Behind it were a pair of enormous bat wings, and in its hands was an exaggeratedly menacing blood-colored giant sword, as if blood constantly flowed from it.

A proper image of an evil overlord.

Its entire body emitted a crimson aura, visibly pulsating and spreading around.

The scent of blood crazily invaded the nostrils of every soldier, assaulting their senses.

Even the elite soldiers remaining sweat and swallowed their saliva, clinging tightly to their weapons for security.

The scene became extremely quiet; nearly 700 soldiers faced off against just one person.

"Why aren’t you running anymore?"

Martin’s voice came, and he looked toward the back, noticing the rafts and boats.

"Heh, quite prepared indeed."

After speaking, Martin looked into the crowd at the Count.

"Vainsha, to be honest, your decisive retreat made me look at you differently.

It seems you’ve grown somewhat during my slumber."

He spoke as if he were an elder, and he indeed had the standing for it.

"Then why not just let us leave?" the Count said casually.

After all, they were both stalling for time.

The Count needed to buy time to get all the townsfolk on the rafts and prepare to assist them.

Otherwise, even if they rushed over now, it would only cause more chaos.

Martin was casually dragging things out too, waiting for the backup forces to arrive.

"His Majesty ordered me to bring you back, dead or alive."

"His Majesty? Which one?"

"Of course, your father, who else?"

Upon hearing this, the Count nodded.

"So, if I willingly surrender, you’ll let them go?"

As soon as he said this, all the soldiers couldn’t help but turn to look at him.

The officers were about to say something when only Ichard remained focused on the enemy, silent.

"Hahaha, you won’t surrender willingly, I know you," Martin laughed aloud.

"But if you really change your mind, that’s not impossible, although another person is needed."

With that, Martin’s gaze began searching the crowd, fixating on Kana.

He had never seen him but could pinpoint him due to the unique bloodline within his body.

"You, and you."

The Count couldn’t help but look at Kana; it seemed they were all members of the royalty.

At this moment.

Ichard suddenly drew his sword and charged out, gripping his sword with both hands and chopping down fiercely.

Facing the sudden assault, Martin remained unflustered, raising his sword to deliver a chop.

However, a Light Gun suddenly hurled in from the diagonal side.

Carrying intense Holy Light Energy, it seemed to absorb all surrounding light.

This made Martin feel a slight threat.

Facing this attack, Martin swiftly adjusted, directing his sword to slash at the Light Gun, while striking upwards barehanded against Ichard’s descending chop.

As he blocked the two attacks at that instant.

The Count, at an unknown moment, had transformed into a mass of blood-red energy appearing at Martin’s rear flank, the blade in his hand entirely turning to blood, piercing through the enemy.

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