novelzi Chapter 152 Bloody Night
Chapter 152 Bloody Night
following diego's loud command, the half-elf guards charged forward decisively, their movements swift and aggressive.
shiii!!!
suddenly, a strong wind swept through the garden, and the sky darkened ominously.
diego froze, looking up in shock. a group of enormous, winged figures descended from the sky, their sheer size and presence casting the entire garden into shadow.
bang!
the massive creatures landed heavily, shaking the ground. their roars filled the air, primal and furious, sending chills down the spines of everyone present. stay connected via empire
a suffocating aura of terror spread through the garden, gripping the hearts of the half-elf guards.
diego's eyes widened in disbelief as he stammered, "wh-what kind of monsters are you?"
luis stood calmly amidst the chaos, a faint smile on his lips. he gestured toward diego and his men, addressing the winged figures. "these men thought they could force vera."
the winged creatures turned their glowing eyes toward diego, their massive bodies cloaked in blood mist.
"you must all die!" they roared in unison, their voices echoing with overwhelming authority as they charged at the half-elf guards.
bang! bang! bang!
the guards raised their shields in desperation, but the raw power of the winged creatures sent them flying backward, shields splintering from the impact.
realizing the fight was hopeless, diego's face turned pale. without hesitation, he turned to flee.
boom!
one of the winged beings flapped its massive black wings, creating a violent gust of wind that engulfed the garden. using the momentum, the creature shot forward like a black arrow, reaching diego in an instant.
whoosh—
a giant, clawed hand descended, gripping diego's head with crushing force.
snap!
in one brutal motion, diego's head was twisted off like a bottle cap, his lifeless body crumpling to the ground.
earl evan squinted, observing the scene for a moment before muttering in confusion, "why does it have wings? is it... a druid from the elves?"
anna shook her head. "but weren't the druids wiped out long ago? at least, that's what the legends say."
"legends," evan replied with a smirk, "are just stories. you can choose to believe them or not. who's to say they didn't leave behind a secret legacy?"
before anna could respond, their sharp-eyed companion, knight omar, suddenly exclaimed, "my lord! miss anna! over there—it's luis and queen elsa!"
earl evan's brows arched with interest. "queen elsa? now that's worth a closer look. let's go."
"devil... he's a devil! run!"
the garden echoed with the terrified cries of the half-elf guards. panic overtook them as they tried to flee, but their attempts were futile—blood slaves cut them down with ruthless efficiency.
as the chaos subsided and the guards scattered like frightened chicks, earl evan and his companions stood out, their presence catching the attention of one blood slave.
its blood-red eyes locked onto them, and anna instinctively stepped back, her voice trembling. "what kind of monster are you?"
the blood slave remained motionless, its gaze filled with raw bloodlust.
"hey! you there—duke pros' people!" luis's voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a blade.
earl evan and anna turned toward him—
boom!
the ground erupted in a deafening explosion near anna, sending shards of stone flying in every direction.
when the dust settled, a massive crater, two meters deep, marked the spot where anna had been standing moments before.
anna had already dodged aside, her movements surprisingly graceful despite wielding an enormous broadsword. she seemed almost like a butterfly in flight—delicate yet eerily unbalanced.
the intricate patterns on her sword began to glow, crackling with electric energy. holy light coursed through the blade, coiling like serpents, radiating an aura of immense danger.
with a sharp cry, anna became a streak of silver lightning, darting toward the blood slave with deadly precision.
yet the tides of battle shifted.
before they could process what was happening, luis suddenly appeared in front of knight omar, his fist connecting with the earl's chest in a brutal, lightning-fast strike.