WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 184: Saving The Favorite Supporting Character (6)
Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Saving The Favorite Supporting Character (6)
Reon narrowed his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing beneath his lashes.
’I’ve finally finished testing my Shadow Thread ability. Now, I can control it completely at will...’
He stopped breaking the ordinary arrows. With a flick of his hand, he released all the Spiritual Qi–imbued arrows that were suspended in midair.
They shot forward like missiles—deadly, precise, unstoppable—raining vengeance upon the panicked archers atop the wall.
Then, without hesitation, Reon dashed forward, weaving through the remaining arrows with fluid, effortless footwork.
’My threads can’t reach their heads from this distance... I need to get closer.’
The archers continued firing desperately, but their rate of fire couldn’t keep up with Reon’s blinding speed.
When the occasional Spiritual Qi–charged arrow approached, Reon simply leapt aside—his Instinctual Awareness guiding his body without even needing to look.
"I-Is this guy a monster? How the hell is he dodging all those arrows?" the Gang Leader thought, eyes wide as he watched Reon move with inhuman speed.
Within moments, he stood just five meters from the gate.
He looked up.
’Oh... Up close, the wall looks enormous.’
Above, Kin Tin turned anxiously to the Gang Leader.
"B-Boss, what should we do now? He’s right in front of us!"
The Gang Leader narrowed his eyes, arms crossed over his massive cleaver-like blade.
His gaze pierced through Reon’s aura, sensing his cultivation.
"Now that I look more closely... he’s just at the Peak of Qi Solidification Realm. Even weaker than you, Kin Tin. He’s just relying on tricks—strange ones, sure—but tricks nonetheless. No wonder the archers couldn’t handle him."
Reon had stopped concealing his cultivation with the Core Void Eyes to avoid drawing suspicion from stronger cultivators.
However, his Mana Core remained hidden. Now, anyone with a higher cultivation level could sense his realm.
The Gang Leader smirked coldly.
"Kin Tin, tell the archers to fall back and hide on the rooftops of the old buildings inside the fortress. Have them wait for my signal before launching their attack."
"We’re opening the gate."
"W-What?" Kin Tin was completely stunned by the Gang Leader’s unexpected command.
He turned, voice low but sharp.
"Tell every last one of our swordsmen, spearmen, and archers to coat their weapons in poison—the kind provided by them."
Kin Tin’s face stiffened.
’Poison... from them? Then... the boss really sees this guy as a threat.’
Still, he nodded without hesitation.
"Understood, Boss."
But—
Swoosh!
What he saw ahead made his blood run cold.
Nearly twenty archers stood... their bodies now headless, blood gushing in fountains from their severed necks.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
’W-What just happened... while I was talking to Boss?’
THUD!
THUD!
One by one, the bodies toppled from the top of the wall, crashing onto the ground below.
"AHHHHHH!"
"A-AHHH!"
Panic erupted. Screams pierced the air as the remaining archers scrambled in chaos, shoving and tripping over one another in a desperate rush down the narrow stairway leading to the ground.
But Reon gave them no mercy.
With a flick of his fingers, Shadow Threads lashed through the air like silent reapers, severing heads as they darted from one target to the next.
Kin Tin shouted desperately, "Everyone, go down calmly! Don’t block the door!"
But—
In the very next instant—
SLICK—
His head flew clean off his shoulders.
"Huh...?"
He blinked.
His body was still standing... headless.
’T-That’s... my body?’
"AGHHHHHH!"
His scream was the last thing he heard as his head hit the stone floor and rolled—his lifeless eyes staring blankly.
Just like that, nearly all the archers were slain. Only eight managed to escape to the ground, trembling and pale.
Rivers of blood flowed down the stone walls like a crimson waterfall.
The Gang Leader had already leapt down, landing silently within the fortress.
’D-Damn... How did that bastard slaughter so many archers? Even I... I’m starting to feel afraid,’ he thought, clutching his weapon tighter, eyes fixed on the carnage above.
A bald man, his head wrapped in rough cloth, a deep scar etched across his weathered face, and a curved sword gripped tightly in his hand hurried toward the Gang Leader.
"Gang Leader Zu Fen, what’s the plan now?" he asked urgently.
Zu Fen’s eyes narrowed as he met the man’s gaze. "Vice Gang Leader Pu Lan, follow my orders to the letter."
"Understood, Gang Leader," Pu Lan replied with a sharp nod.
Outside the fortress gates, Reon stood calm and composed.
’I’ve already taken down plenty of archers... the rest have fled inside. Now, it’s time to move in.’
He retracted the shadow threads, drew his sword, and readied himself to blast the gate open.
But, to his surprise, the massive gate creaked open on its own.
’Oh... it opened.’
With measured steps, Reon entered the fortress, his eyes scanning the surroundings carefully.
Old, traditional buildings lined the courtyard, their stone roofs cracked and crumbling.
The worn stone roads, riddled with cracks and moss, stretched inward from the gate.
’Hmm... this place looks like a small, ancient town. Was there a settlement here once, hidden deep within the forest?’ he wondered.
’No time for idle thoughts. After all, I wasn’t invited here.’
Ahead, hundreds of bandits turned their hostile gazes toward him, weapons raised and ready to strike.
Then, Zu Fen’s voice rang out sharply.
"What are you waiting for? Everyone—attack!"
"Kill him! Tear him apart!"
"How dare he barge into our stronghold?!"
"That bastard ruined my fun—I’ll skin him alive!"
A chorus of curses and bloodthirsty cries erupted as the mob surged forward, weapons raised high—clubs, spiked bats, sabers, swords, and spears flashing in the sunlight.
Reon didn’t flinch.
Instead, he calmly slipped his sword back into his Spatial Ring, cracking his knuckles with a faint smirk.
Then—he extended both hands.
"Shadow Thread!"
His arms moved in a blur, slicing through the air at a blistering pace, invisible threads dancing like reapers in the wind.
"AGHHHHH!"
"AHHHHH!"
Heads flew. Screams rang out.
One by one, bodies collapsed like puppets with cut strings, lifeless corpses sprawled across the blood-soaked ground as crimson rivers flowed freely.
Whoosh!
Swoosh!
Reon weaved through the chaos, dodging nail-covered bats, jagged clubs, sharpened sabers, and lunging spears aimed for his head.
Each counter was clean, efficient—swift decapitations with no hesitation.
"AHHHH!"
"AGHHHHH!"
His voice rose above the screams, cold and filled with fury.
"You’re nothing but numbers to me. Die—die like the filthy animals you are. All of you disgusting bastards who treat human lives like toys— burn in hell."
The bandit numbers quickly dwindled, dropping below fifty.
But then—something shifted.
’Oh...?’ Reon’s eyes narrowed.
Ahead, a group of bandits began swinging their weapons erratically—twisting, spinning, striking the air with strange, uncontrolled movements.
And stranger still—every weapon that touched his threads was shredded, torn apart as if struck by invisible saws.
"Now that’s interesting..." he murmured, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
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