Chapter 465


    Chapter 465


    A Long Lost Weapon “I will take all of you at once,” Nathan replied calmly. He had no fear of death.


    Erskine was the first to move when he stomped on the ground, sending an arm-wide crack extending


    from where his footnded. Dust shot up from the ground and was floating in the air. Immediately,


    Nathan drilled his Serpent Spear into the ground. An overwhelming force was injected deep


    underground, shing with the momentum created from Erskine’s blow. Boom! Three deafening


    explosions ensued as the ground between them broke in a mor, emitting a ring light. Like a


    demon, Erskine dashed into the haze, and by the time he emerged again, his fist was already directed


    at Nathan.


    Nathan hurled his spear to cushion the impact of the attack. Hisnce curved inward as the blow


    landed. Then, he lifted his left hand and beat the end of his spear. At the force, the weapon


    straightened and exerted an immensely huge force, thrusting Erskine off into the air. Crack! His body


    smashed into a towering tree, and the trunk fell apart. Nathan’s counterattack was formidable, but he


    overexerted himself. He coughed up a mouthful of ck blood. “You’ve been poisoned!” Finnley cried


    out in terror. Hobarton chuckled. “Yes, and there’s no cure for it—at least not in this country. If I’m not


    wrong, his organs are pulverized by now.” Meanwhile, Erskine appeared from amidst the dust again,


    pping. “You did not disappoint at all, Nathan Collins. You’ve been poisoned, but not weakened.”


    Nathan stood back up in silence.


    “Enough talk. Paralyze him. The Chiliad Avion will have toe and im him with what we want,”


    Erskine ordered. Pharaoh advanced, but before he coulde any closer, he and those around him


    saw somethinging from above, and they looked up. Before they could even react, someone had


    shot down at lightning speed behind Nathan and Finnley. That person grabbed their clothes, and in the


    next instant, the lot had already rocketed into the sky. Everything happened in just a second. “Rosie


    Irving! Why are you here?” Nathan asked. Rosie Irving was a dashing woman in her thirties known forContent bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    her unbeatable speed. “Your family offered one whole production line for your life, so here I am,” she


    replied coldly. “There’s no way I can get away from them,” Nathan said with a sigh. “Ah!” With a grunt,


    Rosie’s body jerked forward before she fell to the ground. It turned out that Pharaoh had caught up.


    A snake-like wire circled above his head with blood dripping down from it. He had ground a hole


    through Rosie’s back, and she was bleeding. “No one challenges my speed,” Pharaoh sneered.


    Finnley’s eyes went red when he saw the weapon. It was exactly the same wire that punctured the


    heads of the three thousand two hundred members of the Collins family. Beside him, Rosie’s face


    contorted in agony. “Rosie? Are you okay?” A voice came from the wireless microphone she was


    wearing. It was someone from the Irving family. They had been keeping a close eye on the war. “It’s


    Pharaoh. He got Hunter’s Coil,” the woman replied. The person on the other end sucked a breath of


    cold air. Even Nathan was shocked. “Are you sure that’s Hunter’s Coil?” Like jurganite, Hunter’s Coil


    was made of a type of rare ore.


    The only difference was it was much rarer than jurganite. Hunter’s Coil could be controlled by voice. It


    was as if it had a spirit of its own and it was highly sensitive to high pitch sounds. That meant that it


    could be summoned and controlled using songs or whistles and it could prate just anything. The


    weapon appeared once thirty years ago. It was used to eliminate the old Novem Ste Warriors in the


    country. After that, no one knew where it went until Pharaoh used it that day.