Mystical Journey

The Holy Labyrinth...

What a farfetched item.

At the North, Nasira was wearing only one pristine white leather glove. She actively moved her five fingers as she tried to get used to the comfort of the glove.

Occasionally, people in black cloaks with guns in their hands would appear beside her and rush towards the manor like killing machines without fear. They then would fight against the remaining Blood Breeds present.

“The rumored Holy Weapon of the Blood Breed: ‘The Labyrinth’ had completely disappeared from the previous Blood Breed’s civil war and hasn’t appeared in many years. I didn’t expect it to see it here...” Nasira looked up at the blood moon in the sky. She didn’t seem to be worried about a holy weapon being activated.

The activation of the Holy Labyrinth had excited all of the Blood Breeds; their bodies had turned black and some of their eyes had even turned red. Their fangs and claws had lengthened and their strength and speed both increased by at least threefold.

In an instant, the stalemate was broken and the Lightless Alliance started to lose ground on all three sides.

Nasira’s side was especially bad, as a huge group of soldiers and horses had been separated from the main force by the Labyrinth and were unable to continue their attacks. The Mystical Mist Knights could pass through physical matter temporarily, which meant that they could attack if they pervaded through the walls. However, they weren’t able to permeate through this invisible labyrinth and could only be trapped hopelessly within a channel that didn’t even span 1 meter wide.

With the manor as the epicenter, cries could be heard in all directions.

Nasira gently tugged on her glove. Seeing that she had lost a considerable amount of her Mystical Mist Knights, she finally walked forward slowly. She raised her gloved hand and touched the first layer of the Labyrinth’s wall.

Sizzle...

The invisible labyrinth’s wall started to melt as if it had come in contact with an extremely corrosive substance. The wall immediately degenerated and a huge hole was quickly formed. Nasira then strode through the hole.

At this point in time, both the Lightless Alliance and Blood Breed had suffered greatly. Two hundred of the Mystical Mist Knights that Nasira had brought along were trapped within the Labyrinth and couldn’t escape. In addition to the previous losses, there were only about ten of them left struggling while being surrounded by the ever-increasing amount of vampires.

However, Nasira acted as if she didn’t see the situation; she fought off the underlings, corroded the invisible walls and walked further in without any hint of concern.

“Leader!!” the remaining knights panted. They were surrounded by the vampires whenever they weren’t careful, and some of them had fallen off their horses. The leading young witch wiped off the blood on her face and attempted to escape on her horse.

A thud could be heard as she collided with the labyrinth’s invisible wall and fell from her horse. The vampires which had surrounded her started swarming over her. These vampires had been ordered by the Upper-Level Blood Breeds and had long lost their minds, and all that was left of them was their husk and feasting ability. They had already turned into the rumored devouring vampire corpse.

After a few cracking sounds that sent chills up everyone’s spines, what was left behind at the spot where the female knight fell were a few tattered rags. Even her bones had been devoured.

Nasira did nothing but sigh.

“This is a necessary sacrifice. My sisters, the Mystical Mist Knights, please rest in peace.”

“With such a huge sacrifice, what if the plan still fails...?” a voice came from behind. It was a tall man in a full heavy body armor. Two blue flames were glowing under the helmet and his face couldn’t be clearly seen.

“Manasi, have you cleared your side?”

Nasira asked softly.

The two of them then went further in.

“I’ve temporarily bound them with the Top Formation. This is so troublesome. I believe a few major households from the Blood Breed’s Secret Party are here. The situation is slightly worse than what we have expected,” Manasi whispered.

“However it’s still within the plan, no?” Nasira replied softly.

The two of them soon disappeared into the night as they walked into the manor.

The helicopter descended slowly.

Garen frowned as he jumped out of the cabin. As his black leather boot landed on the ground, his shoes sank into the bloody field below. The field was completely covered in fresh blood.

A few elites from the Nighthawks jumped down from the airplane. They stood together with him as they looked at the huge battlefield at least ten meters away from them.

It seemed like there was a huge invisible cover that had restricted the battlefield to a dome. The battle had entered its final stage and the winner was evident, considering the number of ash piles present on the field.

The people Garen had brought along had either escaped or killed by the vampires. What was left was just a huge amount of vampires piling together in a circle as if they were attacking someone.

“This settles it. Mortals with firearms are no match for the vampires,” Garen crouched down as he dug up some dirt and sniffed at it. Most of it was the blood of the humans and it carried just a faint hint of the Blood Breeds’ scent.

“This is something that cannot be changed,” Angel whispered from behind, “The natural talent of the Blood Breed is too great and it is not something that we can hope to catch up to in such a short amount of time.”

“Where’s Dahm and Hochman?” Garen asked softly.

Angel adjusted her spectacles as she read the data.

“Lord Dahm is currently in front of the forest to the right and he seems to be fighting against a Blood Breed as of now. Lord Hochman has already gone deep inside and seems to be surrounded by a huge amount of Blood Breeds. However, judging from the probability of him being alive, he shouldn’t be in grave danger.”

“This is the first cleansing,” Garen said calmly, “Those who manage to survive are worthy of bearing the name of the Holy Fist Palace,” he glanced coldly at the elites around him.

“That goes the same for you guys.”

“Yes!”

The Nighthawk members immediately replied with their heads down.

Angel adjusted her spectacles as she read out the data.

“According to the overall intel, there are a total of six higher ranking members who have gone out to fight and that have been held off by us. There should be only a few Middle-Level and Lower-Level non-combatants inside and we should need about.... Wait!” Angel’s expression changed for the worse, “There seems to be a new gathering point appearing. It’s from the underground!”

“Impossible! Wellington and the surrounding Blood Breed elites are all here. There shouldn’t be any other elites appearing!” a Nighthawk elite was in disbelief.

“The instrument doesn’t lie,” Angel’s face turned pale, “Captain, there’s a new unknown force gathering together in front of us. There’s something interrupting my scanning so I don’t know what it is.”

“What’s their power level?”

“Undetermined.”

“How about the overall size?”

“Indeterminable as well. The enemy has the latest jamming device,” sweat started to appear on Angel’s head.

“Isn’t this interesting?” Garen smirked and didn’t seem to be worried at all, “If everything is determined from the getgo, I don’t even need to be here.”

He then slowly walked towards the huge Holy Labyrinth.

Everything was a test for Garen. He was using the Blood Breed to test the Holy Fist Palace’s strength.

AG had set up a huge witchcraft nearby and was currently sapping a huge amount of fresh blood and life forces. A strange black gas started to appear from the air and ground.

Garen reached out his hand in an attempt to grab hold of the black gas but the black gas evaded him as if it was alive and hastily swam far away like a fish.

“Looks like it’s a success,” He smiled, “Next up, we will have to see whose trump card is more superior.”

The battle between the Lightless Alliance and Blood Breed had reached its final stage.

With the activation of the Holy Labyrinth, it meant that the battle was nearing its conclusion.

Dahm was struggling with the endless amount of vampires that tried to kill him. Explosions would happen each time he pushed off the surrounding vampires. However, the ashes didn’t give up and kept going after him like starving wolves.

On the other hand, Arudo had already hidden in the forest at the side and could no longer be seen. He was like a venomous snake, hidden inside the dark corner waiting to strike a lethal blow.

This gave Dahm a huge amount of pressure.

This was the first time.

This was the first time he felt anxious fighting against someone who was not Garen.

Furthermore, the loss of blood made him annoyed. It was as if his annoyance had been incensed by the idea of him losing too much blood.

Black figures kept revolving around him as a huge group of vampires was killed by him, and they kept producing a strange sound. Their eyes were red and it was obvious that they had long been hypnotized by the Upper-Level Blood Breeds and the only order they had was to kill their enemy even if it killed them.

“Blood Breeds... These damn bastards!!” Dahm looked very barbaric while drenched in his own blood. His makeup and attire were not as glamorous as before. His vision had started to turn muddy and he had spent most of his aura as he fought with Arudo. Now, he could only struggle with his basic skills.

“You can’t escape,” Arudo’s voice came from the forest, “As a Blood Breed, I commend your strength but unfortunately, a human will always be a human. You’ll always be flawed and this is the reason why you lose.”

“Shut up!” Dahm scolded. Then, a scream could be heard nearby. It was one of the Four Hunting Generals. His eyes twitched at every loss from among the Four Hunting Generals; it pained his heart greatly as they were his loyal subordinates!

“Look around, your subordinates have been surrounded again. The holy weapon shines upon us and we’re back to full power. You guys, on the other hand, will slowly feel pressured physically and mentally,” Arudo said coldly as his voice kept reverberating in the empty field.

Pew!

As Dahm wasn’t careful enough, a black shadow from the vampire swift passed his hand and a huge chunk of meat was bitten off.

He screamed as he held onto his hands. Now that both of his hands were severely injured, he could no longer exert any force from it and blood had seemed to stop flowing out as well. He had already lost close to thirty percent of his blood. If not for being a Martial Adept who could shrink his muscles to drastically reduce the amount of blood loss, he would have fainted from excessive blood loss ages ago and be shredded into pieces.

As Dahm finally lost his means to defend himself, Arudo came out with a perfect third eye from the forest.

The Bloody Arudo! He who represented the Upper-Level Blood Breed. One of the rare few that could fight a good war. He looked at the surrounded Dahm while thinking of a way to develop his descendants. Even though this would make him lose some of his blood and reduce his overall strength, this person right in front of him was still rather valuable.