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Lower guards fighting for their lives against border muscle twice their size, that kind of thing. I rounded the pillar with my aura already flared out, ready to crush whatever was waiting in that clearing. Stopped dead. No brawl. No siege. Nothing even close. Garret — the Bloodfang Beta known across three territories for butchering border patrols with his bare hands — was flat on his back in the dirt, clutching a shattered jaw, groaning while his six enforcers stood frozen in a loose, terrified circle. Standing over him: Elara.

Zack exclaimed in a firm voice, pushing Jackie to hurry as she grabbed the gun without hesitation. A wave of relief washes over Jackie as soon as she grasped it. They now have a weapon to use against Santi and Debbie. Zack clenched his teeth in wrath, glaring menacingly at Guevarra, who was still in pain. Zack's eyes clouded with rage as he slammed his foot harder into Guevarra's wrist. Guevarra tried to stop Zack by pinching and slapping his lower leg and kicking his other foot, but he still could not reach Zack when Zack moved his other feet to one side, making it impossible for him to reach Zack.

the sergeant shouted to his remaining guards, but his voice lacked conviction. The disorienting spell had clearly taken its toll on morale. Luz’s amber eyes remained focused, calculating angles and weaknesses in the man’s defence. “You fight well for someone who tortures old men,” he taunted between strikes. “But your heart is not in it.” Beside him, Leo and Sol moved like shadows through the remaining guards, their daggers finding vulnerabilities in armour and flesh. Cassandra’s shield continued to deflect arrows and cut down guards while Lua’s crossbow bolts found targets with deadly accuracy. By the time Luz cut off the sergeant’s head, all the other guards were dead. The sergeant’s headl

After a short command, his team gathered around him and they focused their aim at their targeted Kapre. They opened fire as one. Their bullets were like a hail of steel rain that split the skull of the Kapre apart. His tobacco flew from his mouth before he fell to the side with a pulverized head. The other Kapre turned and charged at Lukas and his group but they kept their aim steady and fired another wave of bullets that stopped the attacker dead on his tracks. The last one was killed by Francis and his team. The coast was clear and the surviving 666IB troopers ahead had retreated back to safety. They approached the house beyond, praying that no more Kapres were hiding in wait.

It has the power to put the fear of God in any man. I guess Santagato feels the vibes too, and the impending crowd of black suits moving in intimidatingly, so he breaks into a smile and pats Alexi on the shoulder in a macho yet wary way. Eyes flashing with veiled rage, yet he’s laying down his sword and raising a white flag. He’s in Carrero domain and it’s not a place you want to pick a fight when you’re alone and unarmed. That stubborn set of his jaw relaxes, and he leans back slightly in a less dominating stance, while still trying to pull off confident.

It slammed into Guillermo's armor, crackling violently as sparks exploded outward. After the sharp electric bursts faded, thin strands of red lightning slipped into the armor itself. Guillermo screamed and threw his head back, his roar laced with raw agony. The sound echoed until the lightning finally died down. As the last sparks disappeared, his scream cut off. His right leg buckled, and he dropped to one knee, gasping for air. He panted heavily as he looked up at Andrew, his eyes filled with both shock and venomous hatred. Jose struggled up from the corner at that moment.

Zarek grabbed her hand, anchoring her, but her skin burned hot—unnaturally hot. "She's overheating—get her to the healer," Jon barked, already clearing the way. "No," Veyra rasped, shoving herself upright with trembling limbs. "It's him. He's here." Zarek's jaw clenched. "Who?" Veyra looked toward the still-screaming fissure, her eyes glowing white-hot. "The Sixth." Perfect. Here's Section 3 of Chapter 89 – The Sixth Breaks Through: The ground around the fissure pulsed like a wound, the soil bleeding black smoke that curled upward and clung to the trees like a living fog. The land itself groaned, an ancient sound that made even the bravest warriors clutch their weapons tighter.

He regretted being so unrestrained when he saw a pretty young attendant. He did not expect that it would cause such serious consequences and possibly even costing his life. Who would have thought that Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries who looked like he was halfway to the God Rank on the surface, would turn out to be a God Rank guardian? Everyone else did not expect it, let alone him. Otherwise, Dark Cape would not be as chaotic as it was now. Now he was seriously injured and as he was being carried by Killer, who was a mid-Dragon Ranker, he offered no resistance at all.

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.

The grip on me loosened instantly, and I heard a pained curse as the man behind me stumbled back. Seizing the moment, I darted away from my captor, and Hunter quickly pulled me to his side, shielding me. Turning back, I saw the source of the disruption. Rhea, despite her own injuries, had managed to strike the captor with a bigger flower vase, her fiery eyes shining even as she clutched her side in pain.