Inside the secret passage, Bolic was positioned in the center of the group.
Sten led at the front, with Holimaca guarding closely at his side.
Several other guards brought up the rear.
The attacking enemies were not weak.
To prevent any accidents, the Four Rakshasa Demons chose a more cautious retreat plan.
The secret passage led directly to the Grand Cathedral. As the headquarters of the Path of Peace, it was heavily guarded by large numbers of troops.
The passage was very spacious, enough to accommodate five people walking side by side.
Holimaca said with some confusion,
"This attack is a bit strange."
"To be discovered so easily, it doesn't really match an assassin's style."
"Could that woman have a problem?"
Sten said in a low voice,
"Her footwork and other details didn't show anything wrong. Then she's probably an Imperial Arms user."
Hearing their speculation, Bolic frowned.
Thinking of the unpredictable abilities of Imperial Arms, he suddenly felt a lingering fear.
Clatter, clatter. The sound of falling rubble suddenly rang out.
Sten's massive body instantly came to a halt.
Bolic almost crashed into him due to not reacting in time.
Fortunately, Holimaca quickly pulled him back.
Before Bolic could ask anything.
Sten suddenly looked toward the front-left side of the passage.
A hint of excitement appeared on his face.
His muscle fibers suddenly bulged like steel wires, and cracking sounds of bones echoed throughout his body.
"Sure enough, there's an enemy."
Before his words even fell.
Boom!
A loud explosion rang out, and a large amount of bricks and stones flew everywhere.
A dark green mechanical arm instantly embedded itself into the wall.
The faintly glowing oil lamps were shattered instantly.
Fortunately, the passage was built extremely sturdy, otherwise it might have collapsed.
Dust and debris dispersed.
Najenda's white hair fluttered.
The cable rapidly retracted, and the mechanical arm returned to her left arm.
Sheele and Tatsumi followed behind her on the left and right.
Blades were drawn, their edges pointed directly at Bolic and his group.
Sten instantly recognized Sheele, and a look of realization appeared on his face.
"Night Raid. So it really is you. I will liberate your souls myself!"
Seeing Night Raid in front of him, Bolic's face turned pale with shock as he staggered backward.
This passage was built in secret, and very few people knew about it.
Where did these people come from?
Holimaca gripped the large scythe in his hand and signaled to his subordinates behind him.
Several guards immediately escorted Bolic and retreated.
Sheele remained expressionless as she rushed toward Sten with her large scissors.
Without any hesitation, she activated the secret technique of Dual Blades, and a blinding light burst forth.
Sten seemed to have anticipated this.
He closed his eyes and relied on his powerful perception to swiftly evade Sheele's attack.
Najenda and Tatsumi took the opportunity to pass Sten and chased in the direction Bolic was fleeing.
Holimaca spun the large scythe in his hand and blocked their path.
Gripping the handle with both hands, he swept horizontally toward the two of them.
The curved blade gleamed coldly, slicing through the air with a mournful whistling sound.
Najenda remained calm. She leaned backward to dodge the attack.
The blade struck the wall, leaving a deep cut as if slicing tofu.
Najenda swung her mechanical arm toward him.
Holimaca pulled the handle to block in front of himself.
The mechanical arm collided with the handle, producing a crisp metallic clang.
Holimaca showed a look of surprise as a powerful force traveled through the handle.
He staggered backward several steps uncontrollably.
Even with her disability, Najenda's combat strength was still formidable.
Taking advantage of the moment, Tatsumi kicked off the ground and rushed forward.
Holimaca twisted the handle, redirecting the blade toward Najenda.
He did not try to stop Tatsumi. Fighting in a narrow space was already disadvantageous for him.
If he exposed an opening, the enemy in front of him would easily seize the opportunity.
"Just a boy. They should be able to handle him."
Tatsumi looked far too young, and Holimaca did not pay much attention to him.
Besides, he was already struggling to protect himself.
A trace of seriousness flashed across Holimaca's face.
In terms of physical ability alone, the white-haired woman in front of him was even stronger than him.
Najenda did not attack again. She was also carefully observing her opponent.
Tatsumi's figure quickly disappeared.
Holimaca spat out the cigar from his mouth.
Behind his sunglasses, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
If he fought head-on, his chances of winning were not high. The ability of Imperial Arms would become the key factor in determining victory.
Bolic ran desperately, as if the wind were under his feet.
His face looked terrible, and he regretted everything deeply.
"Damn it. If I had known, I would have kept all the Four Rakshasa Demons by my side."
A guard noticed the figure chasing from behind and shouted anxiously,
"Not good, he's catching up!"
Bolic was drenched in sweat as he shouted in panic,
"Quick, quick, stop him!"
Without hesitation, three of the four guards stopped and prepared to block Tatsumi.
The remaining one continued escorting Bolic as they fled.
The leading man drew his long sword and said in a deep voice,
"Formation! He's just a boy!"
The three formed a special formation, blocking Tatsumi's path.
Tatsumi's expression turned cold, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"If you're going to block my way, then don't blame me, uncles!"
"You brat, stop talking big!"
.....
After locking the door to the passage.
Bolic leaned against the bookshelf.
He was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.
After resting briefly, confusion filled his heart.
Attacked from both sides, this place was no longer safe.
Without capable guards by his side, Bolic had never felt so helpless.
At that moment, the guard hurriedly asked,
"Lord Bolic, what should we do next?"
Bolic's expression was grim.
Moving around recklessly would easily invite another attack.
He could only hope the Four Rakshasa Demons and Holimaca would come through.
And eliminate these rebels as soon as possible.
The door to the passage was made of Ohar steel and was extremely sturdy.
For now, he did not need to worry about assassins breaking through. Just as he was about to speak.
The door suddenly opened.
Bolic tensed up and hurriedly looked toward the entrance.
Thorns, covered in blood, suddenly walked in.
Seeing that it was Thorns, Bolic's face lit up with joy.
His previously hunched posture instantly straightened.
Bolic adjusted his collar and raised his head as he asked,
"How is it now?"
Thorns looked serious and shook his head.
"The situation is a bit unfavorable. Where is Sten?"
Bolic quickly walked over to Thorns, his face full of urgency.
"There are still enemies in the passage. Hurry and escort me out of here!"
Bolic did not care about anyone else's life or death. His own life was what mattered most.
Thorns nodded.
"I see."
"Then let's go quickly..."
Before he could finish speaking, a thin needle pierced into Bolic's neck.
Thud.
Bolic collapsed face-first onto the ground.
Killed instantly.
White smoke rose, and Chelsea revealed a sly smile.
"Goodbye."
"Although the process was a bit complicated, the ending is still the same."
"What... an assa..."
The guard beside them was stunned. Just as he was about to shout.
Two strange blade tips pierced through the bookshelf, followed by a crisp sound.
The steel door behind it, along with the bookshelf, was instantly cut apart.
Tatsumi burst through.
A flash of sword light passed.
The guard followed Bolic's fate, collapsing face-first onto the ground.
Tatsumi landed smoothly, flicking his sword to shake off the blood.
Chelsea watched the scene and revealed an appreciative smile.
"Nicely done, Tatsumi!"
Tatsumi sheathed his sword and struck a cool pose.
"Of course. My training during this time wasn't for nothing!"
Najenda walked out holding a large scythe together with Sheele.
Sheele's cheongsam was stained with quite a bit of crimson blood.
Holimaca was completely outmatched. He was defeated quickly by Najenda.
Then, facing the two of them together, Sten could not handle it.
In the end, he died under Dual Blades.
Najenda glanced at Bolic's corpse, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.
"Alright, target one complete. Next is to wipe out the Four Rakshasa Demons!"
After speaking, Najenda looked at Chelsea.
"Chelsea, you're not suited for direct combat. Go regroup with the reconnaissance team."
"Take this Imperial Arms we seized."
Chelsea took the large scythe. Then she used her Imperial Arms ability to change her appearance and quickly left.
Najenda took a deep breath and asked,
"Tatsumi, Sheele, can you still fight?"
Tatsumi showed a confident smile.
"No problem. Just a few small fries, nothing to worry about."
Sheele took out a cloth and quickly wiped the blood off her glasses.
She put them back on and replied,
"I'm fine."
A loud eagle cry rang out. This was the prearranged signal.
Following the direction of the sound, Najenda led the two and rushed toward the final battlefield.
.....
Near Bolic's residence.
Three members of the Revolutionary Army's intelligence unit were monitoring the surroundings.
A red-haired girl around twenty years old held a pair of binoculars and looked up at the sky.
The moon shone brightly. At that moment, a shadow suddenly flashed past.
The two-legged wyvern broke through the clouds and flew straight toward Bolic's residence.
The red-haired girl's pupils shrank slightly.
She lowered her voice and quickly said to her companion,
"Quick, fire the signal flare. Enemy reinforcements have arrived!!"
The man did not hesitate. He pulled out a flare gun from his pocket.
He rushed onto the rooftop and immediately pulled the trigger.
A red flare shot into the sky, glaringly bright against the dark night.
On the wyvern's back.
The dazzling red light reflected in Uesugi Ryu's golden eyes.
Through Observer, he already had a general understanding of the situation.
The fierce wind messed up his hair as he smiled lightly.
"Looks like we're not too late."
The wyvern showed a tired expression. It really wanted to quit.
It had been flying at high speed for nearly a full day and night. Uesugi Ryu was treating it like a nuclear-powered workhorse.
But under Uesugi Ryu's oppressive force, the wyvern did not dare to protest.
"Run, watch Kurome."
Uesugi Ryu suddenly said something out of nowhere, leaving Run confused.
However, in the next second.
Uesugi Ryu stomped heavily on the wyvern's back.
The muscles in his thighs tensed instantly, and a conical shockwave exploded outward.
In the next moment, Uesugi Ryu shot forward like a black meteor.
A massive recoil force struck.
The wyvern let out a miserable cry, its eight-meter-long body bending into a V shape midair.
It instantly lost balance.
Run and Kurome were thrown off.
At that moment, Run immediately understood Uesugi Ryu's intention.
He spread his wings and shouted at Kurome,
"Kurome, grab me!!!"
Kurome was falling freely from the sky.
Her long black hair was blown into a tangled mess by the strong wind.
But even at this moment, she still reached out reluctantly toward the cookie that had slipped from her hand.