Chapter 488 What A Good Punching Bag
After listening to everything that Mr. Death had said... Slytherin Cord quickly calmed himself after his hysteria.
Even though the situation had reversed on him, with more people against him..... he still didn’t want to die yet.
He felt like even if he was stabbed 300 times, something in him would persist until he saw the Ghostly Prince.
So with this thought in mind, he took a deep breath and gathered himself properly.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, as he looked at those pointing arrows towards him.
Indeed!..... It was time to dance.
With that, the battle had finally begun.
’Clang!’
’Clang!’
’Clang!’
’Ahhhhhh!’
The sounds of swords clashing one another... as well as the wails of the injured, could be heard throughout the entire battlefield.
Slytherin slashed his sword sideways, in attempts to slit his enemy’s throat clean.
’Swish!’
The blade sliced through the air, creating a whistling effect..... as his enemy ducked his attack just in time.
But when the enemy raised his head again, Slytherin punched him in the face with his other hand.
’Ahhhh!’
Taking advantage of his enemy’s pain, Slytherin sent another slash towards his enemy.
’Slash!’
The enemy dodged his attack, and also gave him a fierce kick and yelled at him.
"Now, we’re even."
’Bang!’
Slytherin bumped into the person behind him.... causing that person to accidentally die from a sword attack.
But who cares?
This was a battlefield!!
.
Clang!’
’Clang!’
’Clang!’
’Clang!’
’Ahhhh!’
The battle went on for a bit..... with Slytherin, his aides and those who didn’t betray him, fighting for their lives amidst the chaos all around them.
Blood quickly dyed the estate’s floors, and the foul stench of blood also filled the air as well.
Dead bodies also piled up too, making the battle harder and harder for the rest... since some people died due to the fact that they had accidentally fallen over these dead bodies.
Of course, others also died from being hit out of nowhere by these falling lifeless bodies when they were facing an enemy.
In short, the whole place looked and smelt like death.
And as Slytherin battled, he continuously made his way closer to his prisoner, Mother Mona.
Form the very start, he had been separated from Mona by the traitors on his side.
They had circled around Mona and made their way towards the masked man.
Speaking of that man, he hadn’t even lifted his sword since the battle began.
All he did was sit at a corner, with a bow and arrow in hand.
And since the masked man had a lot more men than he did, the chances of someone attacking the masked man was indeed too low.
.
One should know that he initially had about 12,000 men on the battlefield.
About 6,000 had betrayed him, and coupled with the men the masked man walked in through the front estate with.... as well as the men who sneaked in through the other underground passageway, wasn’t he already outnumbered?
In short, all his men had at least 2 enemies that they were currently engaged in battle with.
Heck!..... Some even had 3 or more.
So he wants surprised that the masked man would feel so relaxed.
Actually, only himself, his aides, and his top Captains... were the only ones that were currently fighting people one-on-one.
So with that said, one could easily see that the enemy had only sent able men to fight himself, his aides and his Captains.
As for the small fries on his team, they were ganged up and didn’t even have a chance to survive.
Slytherin swiftly glanced around the battlefield, and noticed that almost all of his men had been taken out.
In short, only the strong had survived up until now.
But of course, how could his enemy still let them fight one-on-one?
Before Slytherin knew it, 3 other people had joined his battle.
And they all had similar strengths to himself.
The pressure on him was great, and soon, he found that he had turned into their punching bag.
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