Chương 667: Chapter 666: Pieces

General Azalia'Assassins, they ar…he..' The cut, scratchy voice rang through my head. It's unclear, but it clarified that what he said a moment ago is true.

"She will die in a minute, and there is nothing you could do to stop it," he said, and his spear came at me with an even faster and stronger attack. I wanted to refute him, but no words seemed to form in my mind. It is the truth. I did what I could; I couldn't do anything else. I informed the police chief that the governor was in danger. He is on the way toward her, but it will take him a few minutes. That is enough for the assassins of their level and pedigree to finish off the governor.

I hope her personal guards and bodyguards can keep them engaged for long enough, till help arrives. Rip! One more attack hit me, and this time, my shoulder blade. Exploding in massive pain. I bore it and harnessed more power from the artifact to destroy the power of skill and aura attached to the wound before it stopped bleeding. I am under immense pressure from him; the attack on the Governor has added to it. I exhaled and moved to defend against another of his attacks, which was even more powerful than before.

I needed to focus on the battle, and thankfully, there was some good news. The pieces are nearly in their places; they will soon begin the engagement with the enemies. … Orok Uram"Nearly there!" I said to myself, and the explosions rang out around the battlefield and near me. Sending powerful, gore-filled, death energy and bone shrapnel. I do not have a shield in my hand, nor are there any defensive spells around me. The only thing protecting me is the Survivor's Protection and Survivor's Healing.

I am alone, charging headlong through a relentless sea of the undead. I pushed the Officer's Run harder—so hard that the skill is shaking, and I fear I might break it. I hope it didn't happen. I have two speed skills: Wild Dash from my main class and Officer's Run from my Officer Class. I cannot use Wild Dash because it would limit me to short dashes. Officer's Run is a much better choice because it is a skill that focuses on running and, most importantly, doesn't require as much power.

This is important as I am using powerful skills left and right when the real battle has yet to begin. These useless undead are no enemy; the powerhouses and the pillars are. Hun! I had just thought that when I sensed the spike in the Rhythm and turned, only to see a large Ice Lance shooting at me. A High-Mage and Lv. 30+ powerhouse had been chasing me since I left the battalion. I am running away from the battle, because it's not a place to fight the battle. There are undead everywhere with no protection.

I will die within a minute if I fight them. Still, I need to defend against the spell. It is a powerful spell; the lance is long and coming toward me while spiralling through the air. If it hits me, it will kill me without a doubt. I ran till I jumped and spun back with Ariel Adjustment in perfect position, before bringing my axe down toward it, with Wild Swing and Lion's Strength. Bam! I defended against attack, but felt the powerful shock and shards of Ice Lance coming toward me.

I moved my ax toward them fast, defending the shards as much as possible. Targeting those that will hit the area, that will target parts not covered in my armor. At the same time, I used the force of the attack to push myself back. Though it wasn't without a cost, blood leaking through my lips is proof of that. The spells came as I was in the air, and a few arrows; I defended against them before landing on the ground, and started running again. Thud! A minute passed, and I finally reached my people.

Most of them have reached the place, with the rest close by. I would have liked to wait for them, but there is no time. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

"Hundred snake formation," I commanded, and they moved, while I turned to face the enemy. This time, I didn't move and just waited for them. I didn't have to wait for long, six seconds later. The ones chasing me had appeared in front of me.

"You will pay for all the chasing you had made us do, little orc," said the red-haired man in his late fifties. He is a tall man with a thick red beard. He is a little thin but fit. He holds a long green sword in his hand and has deep anger in his eyes.

"You a Lv. 3o, who wasn't even able to catch me, wants to kill me?" I asked with a laugh, while keeping an eye on the High-Mage, who had already cast the spell to hit me. Dealing with one of them is already a challenge for me, but it's not like there is a choice in front of me. I am the only one who could fight them in the battalion; the others aren't their match. … Barb Utsa"We are close," said Hugo as we reached near our targets.

My heart started to beat wildly because we wouldn't be dealing with the regular powerhouses, but with the most powerful of them all. These bastards have formed the group. There are nine Lv. 30 in there and a lot of pre-Lv. 30. It will be a massive challenge even for the three strongest mercenary companies of Greltheaven, but it is the order from the general. The undead had brought a lot of powerhouses, and despite Lord Silver's sending more Lv. 30s here; the army is stretched thin in dealing with them.

So, this dangerous task, as always, fell on us mercenaries. I could see the powerhouses. They are slinging spells toward us as we move toward them. This time, they didn't run away. They know they can't avoid fighting anymore. The general had devised such a strategy that left them no choice but to engage with us. This chase was not a victory in any sense. We are at a clear disadvantage. They have made us work hard to reach this stage.

Now, we are spending more than they are and have already used many of our skills and spells. Unlike us, they are in much better condition, making defeating them even harder. We will because, if we do not, we will lose the battle, and they will turn the whole army and people of Panar into the undead. It is too heavy a price to pay for the defeat.

"Hen, cover me," I said, and immediately, the shields appeared in front of me one after another. As it did, a bottle of liquor appeared in my hand, and I started to gulp it down fast. A few seconds into it, I saw three Grade IV spells coming toward us. Immediately, Hugo moved to defend against one; Rev moved to protect against another. I kept drinking and soon, all my storage was full, but still I continued. I feel the smooth liquid going down my throat, creating fire in my stomach.

I gulped it down to the last gulp and looked at the spell that appeared before me, tearing through all the defensive shields that Hen had put around me. It is Yamanom's Disk or Bone Disk, as it is commonly known. The spell is a thick bone disk over a meter long, with fine edges as sharp as a sword. If it touched me, it would cut through me, like it did, the couple of undead that were unfortunate enough to be in its path. I looked at it before swinging my sword toward it with Flame Strike.

The fire jet appeared behind it as my sword moved toward it. It is a powerful spell; the speed and enchantments won't be enough for it. So, I activated another skill. Like the Flame Strike, it is an old skill upgraded with the class. Flame Blade My sword began to burn in a dark yellow flame, which was extremely hot—so hot that even with the Fire Resistance, it was burning my skin a little. Stored Bottles is a fantastic skill. It not only lets me store the alcohol, but also different types of alcohol.

There are three bottles containing three types of alcohol. A minute ago, I had spent all the ravian, the light elemental alcohol. Replace it with a different one to help against the enemy I will be fighting. Now that I have reached the targets, there is no need for a light element. The flaming sword burned brightly and moved toward the Bone Disk before reaching it. Rip! Finally, my sword touched the disk and started to tear through it.

The bone disk is of dense bone, but my sword is fast and burning, with the sharpness enchantment of my sword; it cut through it like butter. My sword came out on the other side a moment later, cutting the disk in two.

"The necromancer in mine," I stated as I appeared beside Hugo.

"Are you sure?" he asked as we approached the targets.

"Yes," I replied. I would have liked to take the Fire Mage or Generalist, but had to take the Necromancer. They can't handle the mages, and our team does not have the High Mage. The other two teams have, but that still left us with one High-Mage for my team to deal with, and I decided to take it on. He didn't say anything, other than nodding. He, too, understood it and was also aware of my abilities. He knows that, on the team, I have the best chance to take on the high mage.

It's not like Hugo isn't powerful; he is and very experienced, but he's a pure warrior. They are disadvantageous against the mages, and Necromancers are the worst. Unlike him, my abilities give me a better chance, but still, it will be dangerous for me. Soon, the team began to separate, and we moved toward our targets, with me moving toward the Necromancer. She is a half-elf woman who appears to be in her late thirties. She has deep purple hair and forest green eyes.

She is beautiful, and her smile makes her look even more beautiful.

"You are brave to come against me alone," she said from a distance, but she felt like she was talking next to me.

"It is I who should say that to you, to face against me alone," I replied, and she grinned, which made all the hair on my body stand up. As it happened, I sensed something on my left and, without hesitation. A liquor appeared in my mouth, and I pushed it with breath control, before lighting up Flint and widening up as much as with the Flame Trick. As the fire burst out, a figure became visible. A figure clad in grey armor became visible.

The figure that is now sprinting away from the approaching wall of fire closing on him. Assassin and Lv. 30+ at that. … Aya Bandstone"Everybody, best of luck in dealing with your targets," said the Captain, sprinting toward the strongest. Leaving us to deal with the rest. I looked at the enemies; I will fight a strong one, but not too strong. I was thinking that when I noticed a man coming at me, when I saw him, my expression couldn't get worse. I wanted to run away immediately.

He is a tall man in his early thirties with thick, long raven hair. His face is average, and one would easily forget it until one looks at his deep blue eyes. They are the eyes of the killer. He had killed a lot of people with that rapier of his. His eyes met mine, and the man slowly licked his lips, grinning. I shuddered. It's not his action that made me shudder, but the information I had read about him. He is strongest, pre-Lv. 30 here and killed a group pre-Lv. 30's within a minute.

There is a difference of several levels and also of power between us, but it is the enemy I have to fight. He is fast, and it didn't take him long to reach me, and when he did, he swung his sword at me. There was no word spoken or change in his expression. He simply attacked. He didn't consider me an opponent. To him, I was something; he just needed to finish off before moving to kill another person. Seeing that look, something burned in my heart. I am not someone he could kill with a single attack.

He will not be able to kill me with a hundred. He will realise that soon enough!