Chapter 141: Bloodhand Kahn: Kill One of Me!
Matthew heard their murmurs and thought they were getting ahead of themselves—the battle wasn’t over yet!
Though he was "pining" inwardly, Matthew couldn’t help but smile as he raised his staff high, under everyone’s excited gazes.
The long-missed "Fireball" shot out, whistling through the air, exploding with a boom among the monsters.
The are bombardment desded!
Boom!
One fireball after another was released, familiar to the soldiers and adventurers.
They unleashed terrifyiructive power, tearing apart the packed monsters and experiment subjects.
In just a few dozehs, over twenty fireballs exploded, killing or severely injuring hundreds of monsters.
The pressure on the defense immediately lessened.
What excited Adam Smith even more was...
Dozens of mutated s emerged from the tents, stomping with heavy steps.
These s were rger, metal armor, their defenses even more formidable.
"Where did they e from?"
A fsh of the teleportation formation crossed Adam Smith’s mind, and hearing the excited discussions among the soldiers and adventurers, he immediately realized.
"Whatever method the Arist used, I should keep it a secret and not pry..."
Even though the battle wasn’t over yet, Adam Smith had already made up his mind.
From now on, he would focus on learning and training—if he couldn’t gai bat power, at least he wouldn’t remain a weak link for others to exploit.
While Adam Smith was thinking, the mutated s, stomping with heavy steps, smashed into the walls.
The experiment subjects that had just climbed up sshed at their chests with cws, only to create a few sparks ohick metal armor.
Bam!
The spiked iron fists crushed bones and sinews of the experiment subjects.
Some that were hit directly in the head colpsed instantly, their twisted bodies going limp.
The remaining experiment subjects scrambled to climb but were thrown back down after colliding with the mutated s.
As soon as the mutated s appeared, they used their overwhelming strength and size, swinging heavy fists to suppress the experiment subjects’ assault.
The heavily burdened heavy-armored soldiers finally retreated.
They watched the enormous forms of nearly fifty mutated s, a touch of plexity in their eyes.
If their territory possessed such powerful war maes, what need was there for them?
Matthew didn’t care about their thoughts; even if he knew, he couldn’t be bothered to expin—there were other pns for these tools.
Seeing that the lines were temporarily stabilized, he discreetly observed a few "spies" among the adventurers, finding that they were also fighting hard.
It was clear that the terrifyihods and cruel as of the enemy, led by Bloodhand Kahn, had even uled these pnted "spies."
Who wouldn’t fear allies suddenly going mad?
Of course, there was also a small possibility that these "spies" were still putting on a show...
Matthew didn’t care what these adventurers were thinking. As long as the battle remaiable, he had no iion of ag against them.
Keeping them around might prove useful ter!
As the mutated s blocked the bread firmly guarded the walls, the defensive formation was reestablished.
The soldiers and adventurers returo their positions, unleashing their full bat capabilities.
The oedious and numbing battle now seemed a blessing after the life-ah ordeal.
However, many were still anxious about Bloodhand Kahn, who was still rampaging in the camp.
But now, Bloodhand Kahn no longer had the violent and terrifying ferocity he did at the beginning.
With Matthew’s tinuous "Enfeeblement," "Slow," and "Grease" spells, he hadn’t even touched Yaya.
His left arm was pletely severed, three of his six legs were crippled, and his body was covered in gushing wounds.
Even his once-powerful roars were now weak and filled with fatigue.
"Roar…!"
Bloodhand Kah out a final, feeble roar as Yaya severed yet an, his entire body colpsing, uo rise again.
Seeing that Bloodhand Kahn had lost the ability to fight, his twisted, grotesque form slowly dissolved under Matthew’s gaze.
The eerie transformation made Matthew’s pupils tract slightly as he instinctively checked for a detailed expnation.
"Bloodline disiion in progress..."
"Maximum life points reduced..."
"Strength weakening..."
"This creature is nearih..."
The information made Matthew pause in silence before he chuckled, raising his staff and ung a "Melf’s Acid Arrow," pierg Bloodhand Kahn’s head.
o let him die on his own!
The information, data, and experience points—I’m taking them all!
"Ding! You have killed Bloodhand Kahn and gained 5,000 experience points (51,000), and 3 skill points (16)."
"Ding! You have ged the fate of 2,500 people and earned 3,300 Fate s (6,000)!"
"Ding! Your Fate attribute has permaly increased by 1!"
The ued "Fate" rewards firmed to Matthew that the dead monster was indeed Bloodhand Kahn.
Feeling an odd sense of mencholy, he reflected on how someone who could have grown to a high-level legendary or demigod level had died in the s’s mud.
Fate truly pys with people.
His eyes focused, and as he watched Bloodhand Kahn’s body dissolve into a pool of blood, Matthew’s resolve grew stronger:
"No matter what the future holds, I will hold my fate in my own hands!"
Matthew didn’t know why Bloodhand Kahn had turned into such a monstrous form, but it wasn’t hard to guess that it was the handiwork of the Pfizer Guild.
"Judging by this, if their attempt has failed this time, ime they will undoubtedly strike with full force."
"Or perhaps, their true goal has already been achieved..."
Matthew had initially thought of making the situation here public but quickly residered.
If the events here were revealed, it might only attract more unwatention toward him!
After all, an Arist capable of casting dozens of fireballs would iably draw muterest.
What Matthew didn’t realize was...
His low-key development pn happeo align perfectly with someone else’s decision.
......
Bloodmoon City, outside the Redwood Manor.
The territory of the Ba family.
The ground was littered with corpses, the stench of blood thi the air.
Lark watched as his troops broke through the castle’s final defenses, st inside for a massacre, a cold smile creeping across his lips:
"Colborating with you useless fools has been such a waste of time."
"But thanks to your stupidity, I didn’t have to pay too high a price to solve this problem..."
Just then, the tall figure standing beside Lark suddenly trembled slightly.
Uhe lingering light of the Blood Moon...
The once iron-faced Bloodhand Kahn now showed signs of fusion and twisted pain, before it finally returo calm.
He hesitated for a moment, rubbing his , and curiously asked Lark beside him:
"I’ve died, but how did you knoould fail?"
Twirling a golden between his fingers and stroking its intricate engravings, the handsome yet cold and indifferent Lark replied softly:
"Mr. Sora told me—he couldn’t locate the Fate trajectory of Bay Territory!"
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