Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Awakened Fury
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“We'll arrive before sunrise.”
It was then that Alteon muttered to himself while cracking his neck side to side.
A group was charging toward them from the front.
“What are those?”
He raised his hand, signaling everyone to halt.
Gorlba approached and asked.
“What's going on?”
“Over there.”
Alteon pointed to the hazy smoke visible ahead.
Gorlba stared intently at the spot, then spotted the group clad in black robes and furrowed his brow.
“Namshar bastards.”
“They don't look like they're being chased by someone?”
“They do, but...!”
Gorlba trailed off, then his eyes widened.
The one pursuing them was none other than their own leader.
“It's the chieftain.”
Alteon grinned and hoisted his massive mace high, shouting.
“Charge!”
He sprang forward with full force.
Uwaaaah—!
The men behind him roared in unison and followed.
Fearless and valiant, they knew no terror.
Gorlba, watching them, turned back to the Sten Knight Order.
Their faces were tense, bodies rigid.
He felt ashamed of the pride he'd once held in the Sten Knight Order.
Antar glanced at the Horcamun tribesmen as he approached Gorlba.
“Watch them closely.”
“I am.”
“I may not like them in my heart, but they've shamed me.”
“I'm sorry.”
Gorlba bowed his head.
Antar kept his eyes fixed ahead as he continued.
“We must find out why I sent them here.”
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“What are those?”
“Looks like the lackeys of the ones chasing us?”
“Pathetic worms getting in our way.”
One of the group grimaced and pulled a vial of Awakening Agent from his bosom.
“I'll handle those guys, so the rest of you deal with the ones behind us.”
At that moment, Ashan, the leader of the Execution Squad, shot forward from the rear like an arrow.
“No need to take unnecessary risks.”
“Got a good idea?”
“We'll put on a blood festival to rile up the pursuers. That'll make them easier for us to handle.”
“It's been a while since I've gotten drunk on blood.”
“The one who kills the fewest buys the biggest round later.”
“Of course.”
As one dashed out, the others matched him, sprinting at full speed.
Seeing them charge, Alteon bellowed.
“Stay sharp!”
At the same time, Britannicker snorted roughly and picked up even more speed.
Moments later, the black-robed group clashed with the Horcamun tribe.
“Die!”
Alteon swung his mace with all his might.
But it sliced through empty air—the enemies had vanished completely.
No presence could be felt anywhere.
“Damn it!”
Alteon leaped off Britannicker and shouted.
“Everyone dismount and pair up in twos!”
As soon as his order rang out, the Horcamun tribesmen jumped from their horses.
They had just turned back-to-back, bracing for attack, when the enemies appeared among them.
Swipe—stab! Stab!
“Argh!”
“Ugh!”
Screams erupted everywhere.
Alteon glared and yelled.
“Sprinkle Hassan!”
His men pulled pouches from their belts and scattered white powder in all directions.
A foul stench filled the air.
The enemies vanished again.
The Horcamun tribesmen scanned their surroundings, tension high.
The acrid stink faded quickly.
Alteon gripped his mace tightly, eyes darting around.
It was pitch dark; nothing was visible.
Tension hung thick in the air.
Then wind blew, carrying a foul smell straight to his nose.
“...!”
He whipped left and swung his mace.
Clang!
The sound of the mace being parried rang out as the enemy revealed himself.
Ashan's eyes, visible above his black mask, shook violently—shocked that his movement had been read.
Alteon curled his lip.
“That powder we sprinkled clings to the body; the smell doesn't fade easily.”
“Where'd you get that crap!”
“Hiding's useless now!”
Alteon thrust his mace like lightning.
Ashan parried with his dagger.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The others' ambushes failed too.
He glanced back briefly.
The monstrous one would soon join these fools and overwhelm them.
Escaping unscathed would be impossible.
If death was his fate here, he'd instill unforgettable terror even in dying.
“Insolent pups.”
The man pulled out a capsule, popped it in his mouth, and swallowed.
The others did the same, clearly thinking alike.
“Heh heh, time to give you hell.”
His eyes turned bloodshot as a massive aura exploded outward.
“Bullshit.”
Alteon slammed his mace down from above with full power.
Whooosh—.
Immense wind pressure followed as it descended on his head.
Kuang!
The enemy roared and caught the mace barehanded.
“W-what...?”
Alteon stared blankly, dumbfounded.
“You think a worm like you can take me?”
He yanked the mace.
“Hk!”
Alteon was pulled forward.
The enemy hurled him away with the mace.
Alteon flew into the sky before crashing to the ground.
It wasn't just him—the Horcamun tribe was getting one-sidedly pushed back.
Screams rang out nonstop.
“Uwaaaah!”
“Argh!”
“Run!”
Overpowered by their immense strength, chaos reigned.
As the ground stained red with their blood—
Hiiiing—!
Britannicker's powerful neigh echoed.
“...!”
The mighty cry seized everyone's attention instantly.
Blizan charged ferociously, riding Britannicker.
“How dare you touch my brothers!”
He kicked off the saddle and charged straight at the enemies.
“Take that one out first!”
They swarmed Blizan, unleashing attacks.
Bang! Bang!
Fists and kicks flew from all sides.
“I'll kill you all!”
Blizan swung a lightning-wrapped fist.
Flash!
It was sharp as a blade.
One enemy smirked mockingly and met the fist head-on.
Boom!
A massive impact rang out as the enemy's fist exploded.
“Kraaang!”
He collapsed screaming.
Blizan followed with a chest kick.
Boom!
He flew back as if hit by charging Britannicker.
Parrying the next attacks with his fists, Blizan thundered.
“Regroup!”
“...!”
His shout snapped the scattered Horcamun tribesmen to attention.
Murderous glints in their eyes, they gathered around Blizan.
Alteon struggled to his feet and joined him.
The black-robed foes faced Blizan, exuding deadly auras.
No fear, even after seeing their comrade fall effortlessly.
Kuang!
Their faces twisted grotesquely as they roared, drawing up their battle spirit.
Blizan sparked intensely, burning with will to fight.
“I'll handle these bastards—you form groups of three and just defend.”
“Yes.”
Alteon nodded to his men; they grouped in threes, backs together in defensive stances.
Blizan cracked his knuckles and advanced on them.
“Dog bastard filth... killing my brothers?”
Kuang!
One enemy charged like lightning.
Blizan met him head-on.
Dodging the punch, he seized the throat and slammed him down.
Boom—.
The head burst like a watermelon.
“I'll smash you all.”
Blizan charged, unleashing indiscriminate strikes.
The enemies dodged the lightning fists or blocked with arms.
But the overwhelming strength sent them flying.
Yet they showed no fear—instead, they surged forward with even more ferocity.
“You wanted power that bad?”
Blizan parried, grabbed the nearest by the nape, yanked him close, and kneed his chest.
Crack!
As he crumpled, Blizan smashed a knee into his face. An elbow followed into the mouth of another charging from the side.
But he couldn't block everything.
They clung tight, biting mercilessly with teeth.
“Where do you think you're biting!”
Blizan tried everything to shake them off, but they stuck like leeches.
Blood gushed from his scalp; they just bit harder.
Flesh tore, bleeding worsening.
“Chieftain!”
As Alteon rushed in, Blizan shouted.
“Look up!”
“...!”
Alteon's eyes flashed.
A foul stench hit instantly.
“Damn it!”
He swung his mace upward with full force.
Boom!
He blocked Ashan's ambush, but the follow-up kick sent him tumbling.
Ashan, having ambushed Alteon, charged the Horcamun tribesmen.
Kuang!
They crumbled helplessly before his ruthless assault.
Some formed lines to fight back, but the power gap was clear.
“Die, all of you—kuang!”
“Kill them!”
Stab! Boom! Thud!
A massacre unfolded.
“Chieftaaain!”
“Mercy, argh!”
“Run!”
“Uwaaaah!”
“Ugh...”
Blizan's rage boiled over. Blood rushed to his head; his face flushed crimson.
Pain from the bites vanished in fury.
His mind held only one thought: save his brothers.
“More power...!”
Suddenly, the Awakening Agent he'd taken from an enemy earlier came to mind.
If it could save his brothers from these fiends, his own sacrifice meant nothing.
He felt sorry for his family, but this was a chieftain's fate.
Without hesitation, he pulled out the vial and crunched it glass and all.
Hot liquid burned down his throat.
Seconds later—
His chest blazed like molten lava.
“Ugh...”
He gritted his teeth against the agony, but it felt like he'd melt.
Unable to endure, he roared.
Kuaaaang!
A guttural bellow escaped unbidden.
The biting enemies froze.
One by one, they lifted heads and stared at Blizan.
“...!”
Their eyes widened.
Lightning sparked around Blizan's bloodshot eyes.
Veins bulged on his face; his body hardened like stone and swelled.
His face twisted demonically.
The enemies were momentarily baffled.
Blizan, meanwhile, felt endless power threatening to drive him mad.
He seized one biter's head and ripped.
Splurt!
The head tore off.
“...!”
The others flinched and backed away.
Blizan pounded his chest like King Kong, roaring.
Kuaaaang!
The massacring enemies halted.
They turned toward the source.
The beastly pursuer had become a colossal monster, slaughtering his own allies mercilessly.
Yet he reeked just like them.
'What the hell is that guy?'
They eyed him questioningly.
Blizan unleashed merciless attacks on all in sight.
Lightning-wrapped fists sprouted blade-like bones.
They severed before touch; impact shattered.
Terrifying power.
Kuang!
Ashan led his men in a mad charge at Blizan.
Blizan pulverized his attackers, then stomped the ground hard.
Thoom—!
A shockwave like a Sword Master's 'Mana Wave' rippled outward.
Roaring beast-like, he charged them.
His twice-enlarged body shimmered with heat haze lightning. Sparks flew as massive aura erupted.
Flaaash—!
Their eyes wavered at the far-beyond-expected power.
Blizan glared ferociously, arms spread wide. Sparks danced down blade-bones from giant fists.
“I'll make you die the most painfully.”
