Bloodsoaked Champion の小説・ストーリー

I had never been alone. The Void Hunter reeled back, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. My own strikes had slowed, my limbs trembling with exhaustion. Blood soaked through my battle-worn tunic, and my vision blurred at the edges, but I could still stand. I could still fight. I could still choose to save everything I loved. The creature gathered itself for one final assault, a cascade of pure annihilation, a shriek that split the veil between worlds and threatened to unmake reality itself. The attack came at me like a tsunami of darkness, promising oblivion.

The man in front of me was Freddie Fleming, the victim's eldest brother. In my last life, he had led the charge and shoved me to the ground. He didn't listen when I tried to explain, and it was his blade that struck the first fatal wound. Freddie pulled up the transfer record on his phone. "Look for yourself. The account that got the funeral expenses is under the name 'Lydia'. Are you still gonna deny it?" He turned to Charles and said, "Don't be fooled by her. Listen to what she said!"

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Senators marveled at Alcides' prowess, and the once-assured dominance faced a challenge. As Alcides delivered a killer punch and drove the sword into Helios's shoulder, the champion fell. The shock among senators turned into a chant for Helios's demise. Rhesus watched helplessly as the tide turned against his champion. The unpredictability left the dignitaries standing, the once-dominant Helios at Alcides' mercy.

His men, either dead or begging for mercy, were bound and left as offerings to the shadows. The victory, though costly, was mine. But as I surveyed the ruins of my warehouse, the metallic tang of blood replaced by the bittersweet scent of victory, a cold truth chilled me. This was just the beginning. The bees were a mere pawn, a sacrifice in a larger game. The true enemy, the king of this venomous hive, still awaited my reckoning. As my men secured the warehouse, I stood amidst the carnage, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and spent gunpowder. My gaze, cold and calculating, swept over the scene, a silent promise to those who dared to defy me.

It collapsed with a thunderous roar. Some of the champions, already gravely wounded, suffered immediate backlash. They spat out blood as their energy dwindled. One by one, they plummeted from the sky. Even Ian, Alistair, and the other top champions trembled violently as their blood surged uncontrollably. "This Legion Commander is terrifying!" The champions felt the weight of despair. Of course, it wasn't that Leomer alone could suppress so many champions. Rather, Ian and his group were already running on fumes. Even if they pushed themselves to the limit, their combat strength was nearly depleted.