Chapter 365


    They still held their defensive stances against the assassins, but mysteriously, the attackersy


    dead, and their blood soaked the ground in a ghastly scene.


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    The courtyard fell quiet for what seemed an eternity until a chilling realization snapped everyone to


    alertness. By then, the shadowy figure had vanished without a trace.


    "To arms, we have an assassin!" Lucan quickly rallied to protect Oda, Mari, and the others. His


    senses became heightened for any sign of danger. They were shaken and drenched in sweat.


    Where had these killerse from, and how had they died so silently?


    "I thought I saw a shadow move," Grima dered, gripping her golden spear and scanning the area


    for the source of danger.


    "Is everyone unharmed?" Lucan was a beacon of fiery resolve, his gaze sweeping the surrounding


    courtyard.


    "We''re fine," Helna murmured, instinctively reaching for her neck before quickly embracing Oda to


    shield her from the blood-drenched horror outside.


    "These assassins are likely from Amber Valley," Celesse conjectured calmly. Anyone with the


    courage and skill to infiltrate the stronghold and evade the guards was surely among the


    Nortnds'' elite. Amber Valley was the only force capable of such stealth.


    "Who could have in them all?" Lucan wondered, searching for any trace of the elusive shadow,


    uncertain whether to be grateful or horrified. The Amber Valley''s silent infiltrators had to be


    exceptional warriors, and yet, at the critical moment of their strike, they met their demise. Observing


    the corpses, a chill coursed through Lucan. Were them friend or foe? Who was this cloaked figure?


    In a dpidated corner of the stronghold, a shadowy figure materialized, clutching a blood-drenched


    spine. His attire was tattered, his hair was wild and unkempt, and his frame gaunt as if just another


    commoner, but his eyes glowed an otherworldly crimson, peering into the distance through his


    matted locks.


    "Rally together!" Celessemanded the guards loudly.


    "Secure the entire courtyard," Grima ordered, frustrated by her earlier carelessness.


    Hundreds of guards formed a protective barrier around them while others sealed off the vicinity,


    making it impregnable.


    Lucan shouted into the distance, "Commander Kashann, it''s a diversion. There are assassins in the


    city!"


    "Despicable!" Commander Kashann roared furiously, unleashing eight beams of intense light that


    crisscrossed the sky. "Take my strike, Valha''s Requiem!"


    "Insolent fools!" Lord Viperbane, seeing the search thwarted, wasted no more time and prepared to


    launch a powerful counterattack.


    However, the thick clouds above suddenly turned a bloody red, as if the heavens were stained with


    endless gore. The acrid scent of blood permeated the air. The mighty looked up in rm as the


    “blood clouds” churned violently, swiftly coalescing into a colossal hand stretching for miles, blotting


    out the sun, and crashing down toward the east gate of Stormcast.


    "Jarad!" Lord Viperbane''s expression turned grave. Abandoning the Cobalt Strike Commander, he


    soared into the sky. His power soared like a dragon ascending, weaving through the air to meet the


    giant bloodied hand with the roar of thunder. "Break!"


    The hand descended with a crushing force. Its terrifying scale and intense smell of blood engulfed


    the area outside the east gate in a maelstrom of ughter.


    “Heh, just teasing you.” Before the sky-shrouding hand could crush down, Jarad unbelievably


    appeared before Lord Viperbane. Two streaks of crimson light burst from his eyes like sword tides,


    swiftly striking Lord Viperbane’s visage.


    “Damnation.” Lord Viperbane dodged the twin scarlet beams in a panic.


    With a fierce shake of his hands, Jarad turned the falling bloodied hand into a spear of war, miles


    long and wide, elerating its descent like the spear of a god, aiming straight for Lord Viperbane.


    Lord Viperbane turned sharply, and the spear plummeted from the skies, its thunderous impact


    swallowing him whole. The spear''s impact was immense, its momentum unyielding, pinning him as


    it crashed into the wilderness.


    Onlookers gasped in awe at the shocking disy.


    Like a wild beast, Lord Viperbane shattered the blood spear with a roar of fury, and emerged from


    the chaotic blood mist. Before he could steady himself, Jarad appeared again with a cold snort, and


    his gaze suddenly chilled. The uncontroble blood mist converged mightily like a raging tide,


    incessantly engulfing Lord Viperbane. Within the blood mist lurked thousands of ferocious beasts.


    They were like an army, charging relentlessly at Lord Viperbane. The magnitude of their assault


    shook the very space, the thunderous noise unceasing.