Astral Apostle

Chapter 296: Hahaha, What A Good Death! (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The quiet night was suddenly torn apart by shrill screams!

The people in the valley camp were practically all sleeping, and they were rudely awakened. They had no time to put on their armor, instead picking up their weapons and rushing out of the tent.

The scene that entered their eyes were countless black-clothed people entering the valley camp from all directions.

These men in black were all agile and were actually Mutant Blood Warriors. They were brandishing their weapons and slaughtering the panicked guards of the camp as if they were cutting grass!

Occasionally, the Mutant Blood Warriors in the camp would react and resist tenaciously. However, in the next moment, many black-clothed people would surround that person and slash them into pieces!

Fatal killing intent cloaked the night!

“Enemy attack!”

“Who are you people?”

“Block them… Ah!”

The screams continued, and the smell of blood began to spread.

Tents were ignited one after another, and the flames illuminated the bloody battlefield.

Mark, who was temporarily the commander of the camp, shouted and gathered a small team of Mutant Blood Guards to block the black-clothed man. However, they could only barely hold on under the enemy’s violent attacks.

The other Mutant Blood Guards in the camp were separated and had no time to care about others. They could only fight for their own survival. It was dangerous, and they could not stop the black-clothed people from slaughtering the ordinary guards.

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Not long after, the man in black raised his saber and slashed through the camp. He finally reached Bill’s tent in the center of the camp, where two people immediately rushed in.

Master, who was in a bitter battle, discovered this scene. His eyes almost popped out as he roared, “Quickly protect Master Bill!”

Although his instructions were to watch over Bill and even kill him if necessary, as long as Bill did not escape, he was an important person who needed protection.

Once he failed to protect Bill and let him be killed by the enemy, it would be his dereliction of duty.

However, in the next moment, a sudden gale sprang forth.

Whoosh~

A strong wind suddenly rose in Bill’s tent. The entire tent suddenly bulged and exploded outwards!

The two men in black who had just rushed in were sent flying at an even faster speed. They fell heavily to the ground, their entire bodies covered in wounds that looked like blades, and blood flowed profusely.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The surrounding black-clothed people stopped in their tracks and looked over in confusion.

The tent had already shattered into pieces, leaving only Bill’s lonely figure standing on the spot. Dust swirled around him, as if a whirlwind had enveloped him.

He was expressionless. Suddenly, as if he was supported by an invisible hand, he slowly rose into the air. Under everyone’s shocked gazes, he floated more than a meter above the ground.

In the next moment, he waved his palm, and a gust of wind swept out, turning the two seriously injured men into rolling gourds.

Pu! Pu! Pu!

The clothes of the two men in black exploded, as if they had been dismembered. There were large wounds on their bodies as though made from sharp blades, and they were on the verge of death.

“What kind of ability is this?!”

“He can actually fly!”

“This doesn’t seem like the ability of a Mutant Blood Warrior!”

Whether it was friend or foe, everyone around screamed.

The existence of sorcery was still a secret. No one present knew about it, and it was difficult to understand what was happening.

The most shocked was the guards in the camp. They had been with Bill for years and had always thought that he was an ordinary person. Only today did they realize that Bill actually had supernatural powers!

One of the men in black who seemed to be the leader was stunned for a moment. In the next second, he came back to his senses and revealed a ruthless expression.

“No matter what your situation is, you will die today! Kill!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding black-clothed people seemed to have woken up from a dream and surrounded Bill.

One of them jumped with his saber and slashed at the floating Bill.

Bill nimbly sidestepped in the air and dodged the attack. In exchange, he flipped his hand and created a gust of wind that sent the person flying, knocking over another person who was attacking.

A few more men in black surrounded him and tried to surround him. Bill’s entire body was surging with wind as he controlled the Gale Sorcery to resist while gradually flying five meters into the air.

Now that he had the power to control the air, the black-clothed man could not fight back at all. He could only jump to attack again and again, almost posing no threat at all. Moreover, every time their attacks missed, they would be counterattacked by the wind blades.

After fighting for a while, the men in black were all injured.

Only Bill’s hair was messed up, and his skin was not even broken. He was hovering in the air like a feather, light and agile.

However, he could only protect himself now. There were dozens of battles on the battlefield, and he could not take care of them all by himself. Moreover, after more of the black-clothed people finished with their battles, they surrounded him to deal with him.

There were too many people in black, a total of 160 to 170 people. Among them, there were dozens of people who had undergone two enhancements, and even four people who had undergone three enhancements. The camp was filled with blood.

After fighting for a short while, less than half of the camp’s garrison were left. The black-clothed people had the advantage of a night attack and had only lost less than ten people.

The leader of the men in black was also one of those who had reached the third enhancement. He led his subordinates to kill the Mutant Blood Warriors in the camp as though they were cutting vegetables, stabbing them to death one after another.

He killed another group of stubborn guards. Holding his blood stained sword, he looked up at Bill and sneered,

“Master Bill, you’ve really surprised us. I didn’t expect you to have such skills after hiding for a few years.”

Bill looked down at him and asked expressionlessly, “Who are you people? Who sent you?”

The leader pointed his sword at Bill and said coldly,

“Hmph, the royal family of Tarn will never forgive traitors. We are the Royal Demon Hunter Army. Under the orders of the King and Queen, we’re here to kill the traitors, Roman and Bill! You’ve been hiding for so many years, but in the end, we still found your traces. Today is the day you die!”