Chapter 190: Chapter 168 Selin’s Legacy
“It’s him!”
“You’re definitely dead this ti!”
Gerard looked over and saw an un-blessed masked man escaping from the group, desperately rushing towards the entrance.
An adventurer next to the masked man yelled loudly, “Stop him, he is the wanted criminal!”
Gerard watched the scene coldly and said, “Bas!”
Gerard wasn’t alone; he had several Hunters assisting him. Hearing the captain’s command, the Blood Saint Beastman, Bas, hesitated not a bit, pulled out his hand cannon, disengaged the safety, and with a streak of blood shadow, chased after the fleeing man!
anwhile, Gerard remained seated on the high platform because he knew well that as long as he guarded the entrance to the Void Realm, Ash couldn’t escape the Blood Moon no matter what.
As for the man who had just run away in panic, Gerard didn’t believe it was Ash’s true body—a white-haired hunter had already been fooled by a substitute once; how could he be fooled a second ti?
It was most likely Ash’s substitute, and sending Bas to hit it should destroy it.
As Bas passed through the crowd of adventurers, everyone’s chip light screen—except for Gerard’s and Ke’er’s assistant priest’s—automatically popped up, flashing two blood-red ssages alternately:
“Warning: You are currently in a no-attack zone.”
“Warning: Your movent is restricted.”
Even Bas was forced to stop in the crowd, unable to resist the constraints of the chip. He hadn’t recovered from the shock when the surrounding adventurers suddenly scread in agony, one after another falling down, with gaping, blood-spewing holes!
“The Hunters want to trap and kill us here!”
“They even control our chips to use us as live targets!”
“Gerard wants to judge us across the battlefield!”
“They will kill all of us! Controlling chips this way is illegal; they will never let us leave alive! They will silence us!”
Blood, night, restrictions, screams, along with Gerard’s notorious reputation and a criminal’s self-awareness, panic spread like a plague bomb, exploding almost instantly among the crowd of adventurers.
Just then, the two ssages on the adventurers’ light screens suddenly beca blurry and distorted. They tentatively moved and, to their delight, found that they could walk!
“Run!”
Almost without hesitation, the adventurers instinctively obeyed this unknown command because there was no downside to fleeing, because fleeing would avoid the terrifying Gerard, because everyone else had started running too.
They scattered like a group of frightened rabbits at the slightest provocation!
“Break through!”
“Fla Group, follow , cut down everything in our way—”
“Ah ah ah I’m hit, I’m hit!—”
“Don’t step on, stop! Ah~”
Hysterical riot noises and screams pierced the night, and the adventurers who had fallen were trampled by the panicking crowd, emitting painful moans, they were literally being trampled to death!
In the face of such human disasters, Gerard’s eyes brightened ever more, his ruby-like eyes seeming to burn with fire.
Chaos, manipulation of hearts, inciting darkness, controlling everyone like puppets.
This is the taste, this is the feeling!
Indeed it is you, the leader of the Cult of the Gods of Four Pillars, Ash Heath!
Although the initial wave of cries had arisen from various parts of the crowd, the masked adventurer who first guided the adventurers to flee and then incited chaos among the crowd had already been targeted by Gerard!
The adventurers had already charged to the camp’s entrance, where the guards from the Governnt Affairs Hall stationed at the door didn’t dare to intercept them. Even though there were Priests available for ergency aid, these guards were rely working a job—why should they risk their lives against this group of madn? They simply let the adventurers flee the camp in all directions.
Watching as the notorious fugitives were about to escape amid the chaos, Gerard brought his hands together in prayer and invoked a Miracle, transforming into the light of the Blood Moon and speeding across the camp, jumping over the scattered adventurers like a white wolf hunting prey in the night!
He swung his chain sword from afar, which instantly disintegrated into a serpentine rope, lunging towards the figure running at the forefront!
“I’m sorry, Ash.” Gerard’s eyes filled with a crazed intent to kill, “But you are going to die anyway, let vent a little!”
Sword Blood Miracle: Blood Virgin’s Lant!
This was Gerard’s most cruel and fierce Miracle, where the chain sword would turn into a at grinder that bound the target, mashing the target’s flesh and bones into a pulp and even evolving to harm the soul, bathing the target in the most brutal and ferocious pain in the mont before death!
It was more a punishnt than an attack!
Now, it was Gerard’s ti to judge!
However, what answered Gerard was not a splatter of blood but… nothing.
There was nothing there. In the instant the chain sword touched the masked man, the figure just dissipated. Two objects that Gerard was very familiar with fell to the ground—a pair of recording pens.
It was like the worst joke, exploding into the last fireworks.
A Substitute?
This was the Substitute?
Then the one just now—
Gerard landed and turned around, only to see that the initial escaping masked figure was lying on the ground, screaming in agony, apparently shot in the legs by Bas, with a face of Fishman scales showing from beneath the cloak, clearly not the Ash Heath he had obsessively sought.
The first masked man had been used by Ash as a decoy, ant to pave the way for the ensuing chaos; the second was ant to incite panic and to draw Gerard’s attention away.
Where was the real Ash?
Gerard looked around and noticed that the Hunters left in charge of the high platform had been taken down, with several blood-soaked adventurers rushing towards the gateway to the Void Realm.
Right, although the adventurers had been running outside, there were several who had fallen to the ground ‘shot’ for unknown reasons, unable to escape and even trampled by the panicked crowd, so Gerard had subconsciously neglected them…
I’ve been tricked again.
With the sa old trick.
Using a Substitute to divert attention.
Gerard suddenly felt exhausted, his chain sword heavy in his hands, his whole body lacking strength. He knew he was too late; he was lured too far, and only Two-winged Mages were allowed through the gateway of the Void Realm—he couldn’t possibly chase them down through it.
Unless soone could stop them, otherwise—
Bang!
Clang!
Just the mont before a rifle fired, Ash on the high platform thrust the Sword with sweet words and a hidden dagger into the ground!
A warm yellow Sword Barrier ford almost instantly, shattered imdiately by a gun bullet!
The sniper was a Beastman hiding at the camp entrance, his right hand equipped with a beastman-specific heavy sniper gun, the barrel emitting a golden shimr as if aiming was guided by a Miracle.
Gerard recognized him, and so did Ash.
He was the Beastman Gersas Dav, a Two-winged Mage, the current leader of the Woodpecker gang, a loyal henchman for Professor Selin.
His last assigned task was to hide near observation point 53, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate Ash Heath.
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