Chapter 89: Defeated

"I must escape." This was the only thought in Natalia's mind as she stabbed Freya, planning to injure her enough to delay Ray for a moment without killing her.

As long as she managed that, she would have a chance to escape. Killing Freya? That thought had slipped to the back of her mind.

Ray, this madman if he was enraged, was much more terrifying than the calm Ray.

At least the calm Ray could be reasoned with, but if Freya died, he would truly go berserk and slaughter her without mercy.

Natalia was aware of this as she aimed for Freya's chest, just beside the heart. Despite the countless thoughts racing through her mind, it felt like a mere blink of an eye.

Her blade gleamed in the dim light, aiming precisely for a spot just beside Freya's heart.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan.

She could almost taste the freedom, feel the wind against her face as she fled from the scene. But just as the blade was about to pierce Freya, something happened....

A casual, bloody hand, looking like a devil's hand, caught the blade almost effortlessly.

"Do you think I will believe your lies?"

Natalia turned her head to look at Ray's bloodied face in horror.

Her body trembled as Ray radiated a terrifying killing intent.

Under her horrified gaze, Ray slightly raised his terrifying hand and rapidly enlarged her vision, trailing the black cloak and reaching the hole of the block where her eyes were located, almost clawing them out.

"If something had really happened to Freya, then you wouldn't be needing your eyes after that."

Ray broke the sword with one hand while the other hovered dangerously close to her eyes, almost clawing them out.

Natalia felt an intense pain in her eyes as if they were about to pop out at any moment, leaving her terrified and frozen, unable to make a move.

"If I really make a move, he might actually take out my eyes," Natalia thought to herself. "I... I don't want to go blind."

Even though she was an S-class Awakener, she was still just an ordinary girl just a few months ago before the apocalypse not to mention when it came to facing death. The thought of going blind completely horrified her.

Ray's combat strength largely came from his raw physical power.

"Are you fine, Freya?" Ray asked, looking at the scratch on her skin with a furrowed brow.

"I am fine," Freya said with a light smile.

"Let's return and recuperate for a day before we leave," Ray said lightly to the girls, dragging Violet and Natalia across the ground by their hair.

"Are you sure you will be fine, Ray, in a day?"

Vanessa and Freya asked worriedly at the same time, and the other girls weren't far behind, their gazes filled with concern.

"It's fine, what are you scared of me for?" Ray looked at Yuna with a smile.

"No," Yuna replied with a flustered look, though her eyes were trying to avoid him, occasionally glancing down.

"Hmm?"

Ray looked down and immediately understood why she was so flustered.

His little brother was standing tall and proud, like a dragon awakening from its slumber, and because of the burned skin, it looked both imposing and terrifying.

"Haha, give me some clothes."

Ray chuckled as they headed back after he wore some clothes.

Greg and his subordinate also returned. He was slightly injured, but there wasn't much damage—he had only been dealing with ordinary soldiers, so it wasn't a significant problem.

"Boss."

"Not bad," Ray commented lightly while patting his shoulder.

There was a literal mountain of corpses, marking the end of the military. Every soldier was dead—whether due to the general's greed or the organisation's fault, they were beyond saving and could never come back to life.

This chapter of the military ended here, with Ray and the others returning to the broken and destroyed city to recuperate.