Novel & Cerita Blood Blockade Battlefront King Of Despair

Rendon roared as he charged forward. Dane never moved. Then— He disappeared. A silver flash crossed the battlefield. Silence. Pin-drop silence. Everyone stared in confusion. Rendon blinked. Then... Both of his hands slid from his wrists. Blood erupted into the air. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!" His horrifying scream echoed across the entire arena. The Barbarian King shot to his feet. "RENDON!" He rushed forward— —but dozens of Imperial Guards blocked his path. Kiara stood up and said

Would burn the world to ash before he let anyone else harm her. "Now then," Grayson announced, and the room's attention sharpened. "Let's begin. Opening bid is one hundred gold. Do I hear—" "Five hundred." The voice came from Kael's left—a nobleman in dark green silk with the bearing of minor royalty. The room stirred at the bold opening offer. "Five hundred gold," Grayson repeated, clearly pleased. "Do I hear six?" "Six hundred," called another voice. "Seven." "Eight hundred!" The numbers climbed while she stood there, bleeding, dying on her feet. Her eyes had glazed over slightly, and Kael knew she was going into shock. The blood loss, the pain, the silver—it was too much. Her body was shu

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

⸻ The Queen smiled sadly. ⸻ “They found you.” ⸻ Amara’s breath caught. ⸻ “What are you?” ⸻ The Queen stepped closer. ⸻ “I am your beginning.” ⸻ The crimson moon brightened overhead. ⸻ “And your end.” ⸻ Suddenly— Screams echoed across the battlefield. ⸻ Black-cloaked figures charged from the darkness. ⸻ Blood. Fire. Death. ⸻ The Queen looked toward the chaos.

He replied, “They deserve it after they offended Lucifer.” He sighed: “Such a freak!” Snow harbored resentment after downgrading and almost losing all our equipment. Finally, she called her friends to blow off steam. Snow, Dessert, Smile, and Flower whimpered in the virtual room on the computer while complaining to their friends and even the onlookers. Therefore, an uninformed masses were deceived into fighting. So, all of a sudden, the Wind Praying Platform was covered in blood, with bodies lying on the ground. “Kingdom” was skillful at making the scene come true. For example, when one was killed in the game, his blood would infiltrate into the beach and flow into the sea, dyeing its water

“Give up. It’s no use!” “In your dreams.” King Vanderox was too confident that the prince’s abilities wouldn’t be a match for the king’s. This time, a single move from Kingston was so powerful it made King Vanderox’s eyes widen in shock. “Step over me if you want to get her.” King Vanderox was pushed back as Kingston spun around. The battle became a dead heat after Kingston took a major role, shaking every kind of terrain, including the battlefield in the border area. “Bastard!” King Vanderox cursed after he was nearly defeated.

"You cannot interfere!" Elara raised her hand, and a wave of pure energy swept across the battlefield, neutralizing the Alpha King's dark magic. "Your reign of terror ends here," she said, her voice unwavering. Isabella, Adrian, and Aeliana felt a surge of strength and hope. With Elara's intervention, they knew they had a chance to finally defeat the Alpha King. The battle reached its climax as they combined their powers, channeling their collective strength into a final, decisive strike. The Alpha King screamed in agony as the light consumed him, his dark form disintegrating into nothingness.

​Right in the dead center of the valley, jutting out of the earth like a jagged black tooth, was the obsidian altar. ​And standing on top of it was the True King of Blood. ​He looked up at the ridge. He didn't even have eyeballs, just empty black sockets that leaked dark smoke, but I felt him stare right through my armor. The black veins under my sweater throbbed, burning like battery acid. The parasite inside me recognized its master. ​Beta Marcus stepped up next to Kaelen. The massive enforcer looked green around the gills, but he drew his broadsword with a heavy, metallic shing. "Alright, Alpha. That's a lot of ugly. What's the play?"

Malrec skids backward, barely avoiding the impact. He laughs. “Ah,” he says calmly. “The king arrives.” My wings spread wide as I place myself between him and Seraphina. Fire coils in my throat. “You will not touch her.” His smile only widens. “Oh, I already have.” The seam explodes with magic behind us. The bridge is beginning to tear. And the battle for both realms has finally begun.