Chapter 1906 An Unbelievable Reality

Chapter 1906 An Unbelievable Reality

Down the forest path, the lone carriage surrounded by guards both hidden and in plain sight, rode calmly onwards.

The night birds 'who-d', the frogs crooked in the distance, and the crickets chirped blissfully, happy to see the clear night skies.

"Assassins!"

The men outside screamed defensively, drawing their daggers, swords, bows, and weapons to defend their carriage.

The plants around rustled, and everyone came face to face with a terrible group whose movements were too brisk for anyone to BELIEVE.

What's going on? What's going on?

Ting! The clashing sounds from weapons echoed, followed by loud screams of pain. Even the hidden guards protecting the carriage now had chalkish faces when assessing such skills.

"Protect the Master!" Was all they could yell out when tightening guarding the carriage with every lifeforce left in them.

Slash!

A deep wound slashed across the chest of the lead hidden guard, causing him to drop on one knee, with one hand on his chest and another on his dagger suspended high above his face.

Ting!

He blocked a terrible attack, which slammed him against the carriage's steps.

~Pouf!

Out from his mouth spewed a heap load of dark blood. Pain.. pain... so painful.

Pain and desperation quickly clouded his being.

He could feel his strength weakening by the second.

'Your Highness, forgive this unprepared one for not being able to protect you.'

With little strength to defend himself, it was only a matter of time before the enemy truly finishes him off.

Gritting his teeth, the Lead guard gathered his strength, and prepared to make one final solid attack. He took deep breaths, and raised his dagger with a loud battle cry bellowing from his mouth. And then...

Bam!!

The enemy was thrown several feet back, slamming and slamming into multiple trees and breaking them off along his way.

Who were they?

The f**king Morgs! They had the most superior skills and speed. So how was it that this guy could move around and none of them could even see or feel a trace of his whereabouts?

Poouf!!!~

Several people dropped to their knees with even more widened eyes after seeing a cold light flash from their necks.

'No! No! Impossible! I am the superior one! I am A Morg, I cannot die in the hands of lowlives!'

Unwillingness, pain, and fury engulfed the fallen group who were grabbing onto their necks and chocking on their own blood.

Bam!

From their knees, their bodies fell to the ground with their chests on the ground. "Blugh-Blugh-oof"

They tried speaking and cursing, but their throats and mouths were now incapable of making a single sentence. Cold... Cold...

Their bodies were growing colder by the second, despite their vigorously beating hearts. No! No! No! They can't die now! They don't want to die now!

They belonged to the Sacred Order, one of Morgany's fiercest and most powerful groups. So how could this be? When they came for this mission, they had no doubt they would survive the ordeal. But after seeing the horrors involving the strange man in black, they soon understood the reason why the fortress leader in that coastal region had said no one could get any information on Sir Vader.

Capture him alive?

They would be lucky if they could flee with their lives intact if facing him one on one. Dammit! No wonder he said they should come at him all at once. If they eliminate him first, then taking their target away would be a simple task.

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"Grahhh!~"

The fallen Morgs bellowed in dismay. And in a hidden corner close to the battleground, Torres's entire body was growing colder by the second. With a single look, his second-in-command gave out an order.

"Everyone, attack together!" Most of the guards protecting Frederik were injured or dead. So they were not a threat. Attack! Attack the man called Vader!

Swish!

The Morgs cast their pride away and worked together to attack one man. In the meantime, Torres and his second-in-command quickly moved towards through the woods with narrowed gazes.

Their sole mission was to capture the 2nd key alive. And if by some crazy unbelievable reality, they can't, then they must acquire his blood any means possible, so they could unlock the next stage of the Holy Core!

No one thought the 2nd option would be a reality, yet here they are. Torres readied a cloth from his satchel, the closer they approached the carriage.

'Blood... Blood.. We need his Blood!'