Leo Blood Blockade Battlefront の小説・ストーリー

Outside, thunder rolled. The war for the city was no longer hidden in shadows. It was coming out into the open. Leora’s escape through the tunnels brought her to a dead end—literally. A squad of Franklin’s men blocked her path, weapons raised. “Leora Valencia,” their leader sneered. “Thought you could play both sides?” She raised her hands, eyes sharp. “I’m still playing.” The squad advanced. But before they could reach her, a deafening explosion shook the tunnels.

said everybody. Anyway is every ready? Yeah were good Said Sora. Okay people are you ready to leave? yeah we are said Omar. I brought my gun just in case anything happens. Good idea Troy we need to protect ourselves from harm's way. Now guys listen up this will be different from now on. It won't be like same now that we are college student and not high school kids anyway said Michael. Now any questions before we reach our location? Everyone shook their heads side to side. " GOOD!" Alright Naomi start driving. She nodded her head and

"Your brother's blood will be the first I spill when you fail." "You'll have to go through me first," Leo challenged, his voice dropping to the dangerous Alpha tone that made even his own warriors tremble. "With pleasure," Marcus replied before his projection vanished. The battle was brief but violent—Leo's warriors moving with practiced precision while I used my connection to the forest to warn them of hidden enemies and traps. Within minutes, the immediate threat had been neutralized, though distant howls suggested the fighting continued elsewhere. "We need to move," Leo ordered, scanning the area. "Tiny, extraction plan Beta."

“Leo thinks he can trick us, he thinks he can weaken us, but now we show him what true war looks like. We strike fast, we strike hard, and we do not stop until every single one of them kneels before us!” A roar filled the air. My chest swelled with pride. Yes. This will be the end of him. We stormed toward his borders under the cover of darkness. The moonlight guided us, and I could already taste victory. But the moment we reached, something felt wrong. Leo’s men were there. Not a handful. Not weak guards. An entire army waiting. They were in position, as though they knew we were coming. “What…?” I muttered, stopping in my tracks. “How?”

Though they were outnumbered, they had no fear. The Yelverton soldiers, now shadows of their former selves, were barely holding on. Before the battle, Drake had given Leopold's and Nino's men an antidote, making them immune to both the fog and the insects. As they charged through the venomous haze, the once-deadly creatures avoided them completely, as if recognizing allies. "This is remarkable," Leopold whispered in awe, marveling at the precision of Drake's venom craft. The battle began in earnest—a brutal clash under the shrouded moon. Blood spilled freely, and screams pierced the night.

Leo By the time I arrived at the Central Plains, I finally reached the part where the city was not covered in smoke. I take in the scenes with a clench fist, watching how a lot of buildings are collapsing to dust with bullet holes. A lot of elite wolves are swamping forward to the middle of the city where the bullets were coming from. Mason should be there too. I didn’t hesitate to rush into the battlefield alone, cutting down every throat of any wolf that stood in front of me.

Calloway’s men swarmed from the shadows, weapons drawn. Leon and I reacted instantly. Bullets flew, bodies dropped. The air filled with the deafening chaos of battle. I fought my way toward Alexa, dodging a blade aimed at my ribs and taking down the attacker with a swift, precise shot to the chest. Leon was a force of nature, moving with lethal efficiency as he tore through Calloway’s men. By the time the dust settled, Calloway was on his knees, blood staining the floor beneath him. Leon pressed the barrel of his gun against Calloway’s forehead.

“Then burn what’s left!” 9 – Collision The battle erupted at dawn. Garden Below surfaced through the markets, the plazas, the ruins of stations long sealed. They struck fast—disabling trucks, cutting fuel lines, freeing prisoners. Civilians cheered them on, throwing stones at Kane’s soldiers. Ethan led from the front, pistol and torch in hand, his coat scorched from the fires of old battles. Beside him, Leah coordinated field evacuations, while Alexander jammed enemy signals from stolen consoles.

It was as if they were mired in a bog and not only their breathing was being smothered, but the movements of their limbs were also slowed down, like invisible strong chains were weighing them down and pulling them back. The next moment, a flash of something whisked out from the direction of the rubble and struck at one of them. The half-blood called Leon had speedy reflexes and managed to block the unexpected strike, but he was still flung back many strides away and crashed into the imperial army, killing on impact those who were hit head on.

Leo ordered, his face creased with worry as he jumped off the truck and dragged me by my wrist with him. He fought through what had become a battlefield, defending us both from approaching attackers. One he kicked in the stomach so hard that he flew back and hit a tree, his body instantly turning limp, another he slashed across the throat with a knife, blood spurting everywhere. I took a deep breath in and clenched my jaw unable to process the amount of violence occurring around me. "In a minute, when the coast is clear," he said, pulling me behind a tree but keeping his eyes scanning all around us. "I'm going to ask you to run and you will run as fast as you can South for as far as you can