Chapter 124: Ranked Pillars

Far away, in the bustling Ranker country of Korena, chaos reigned in the heart of one of its sprawling cities.

Towering buildings stood like silent sentinels as six-armed demons rampaged through the streets, their monstrous figures covered in thick, leathery skin.

Each of their six arms wielded a weapon—a twisted amalgamation of jagged steel and bone.

With every swing, cars were torn in half, and chunks of concrete flew through the air, sending panicked citizens fleeing in every direction.

But amidst the chaos, a lone figure descended from the sky, landing on the cracked asphalt with a soft thud.

The man wore a pristine black suit, sharply tailored, with polished shoes that gleamed under the flickering streetlights.

His sword, strapped neatly to his back, shimmered in the waning sunlight.

His presence alone seemed to calm the panic-stricken crowd, and a ripple of hope spread through the bystanders.

"Look! It's a ranked Pillar!"

A cry of relief rose from the crowd. "We're saved!" shouted a woman, clutching her child. Others echoed her sentiment, the tension in the air easing slightly.

The man, expression cold and calculating, ignored the cheers. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, locked onto the six-armed demons wreaking havoc down the street.

Without a word, he raised his left wrist and tapped on the sleek, metallic bracelet that adorned it.

The holographic interface flickered to life, glowing faintly in the dimming light. He swiped through the data quickly, analyzing the creatures before him.

F-Class threat.

His lip twitched in mild annoyance.

F-Class? This isn't even worth my time.

I hope there are others that could at least make the blade or mine feast and evolve.

Without further delay, he reached behind his back and unsheathed his sword.

The blade, long and slender, shimmered with a faint blue glow, the edge so fine that it seemed to cut the very air around it.

The man stepped forward, calm and composed, as if the destruction around him was nothing more than a passing inconvenience.

The first demon, oblivious to the man's approach, raised its massive club-like arm to crush a nearby building.

The moment the creature began its swing, the man moved. In a blink, he was behind it, his sword already sheathed.

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For a moment, the demon paused, confusion flickering across its grotesque features.

Then, with a sickening squelch, its torso slid apart, neatly severed in two.

The top half collapsed to the ground, lifeless, as dark blood sprayed across the street.

The man didn't even glance back at his fallen foe.

The remaining demons, alerted by the death of their comrade, roared in fury.

Their eyes burned with malevolent rage, and they charged at the man in unison, their six arms swinging wildly in an attempt to crush him under sheer brute force.

But the man didn't flinch. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he sidestepped the first demon's flurry of strikes.

Each swing missed by mere inches, the wind from their blows tousling his hair, but he remained untouched.

His sword flashed once, twice, and with each swift motion, another demon crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

CRASH!

The street shook as a demon hurled itself toward the man, bringing down both of its massive fists in an attempt to flatten him.

The impact sent cracks spidering through the pavement, but when the dust cleared, the man was nowhere to be seen.

He had moved in a blur, faster than the eye could track, appearing behind the demon with his sword held at the ready.

With one fluid slash, the demon's head tumbled from its shoulders, landing with a dull thud.

The remaining demons, now fully aware of the man's prowess, hesitated.

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Their primal instincts told them to flee, but before they could retreat, the man was already upon them.

His blade cut through the air with deadly precision, slicing through demonic flesh like it was paper.

Each strike was methodical, each movement calculated.

There was no wasted energy, no hesitation.

The fight was over in seconds.

The last demon fell to its knees, blood gushing from its severed limbs. Its once terrifying roars were now nothing more than pitiful gurgles as it collapsed onto the pavement, defeated.

The man in the neat suit stood amidst the carnage, his sword gleaming with the blood of his enemies.

He flicked his wrist, and the dark liquid splattered off the blade before he sheathed it once more.

The crowd, still watching from a distance, erupted into cheers.

The chaos had been brought to a swift end, and their savior stood victorious. But the man's expression remained unchanged.

He wasn't here for glory or praise.

Suddenly, the sound of rotors cutting through the air filled the street.

A military helicopter descended from the clouds, its powerful engines kicking up dust and debris.

It hovered above the street before slowly landing in front of the man.

The door slid open, revealing a soldier in a crisp military uniform, his eyes sharp and seaʀᴄh thё Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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"Commander Lin," the soldier called out, his voice barely audible over the roar of the helicopter's blades. "We need you."

Commander Lin glanced up, his face impassive. "What is it?"

The soldier's expression was grim. "Several C-Class monsters have appeared in Bousan. We need you to take them out. Immediately."

Lin's eyes narrowed slightly.

C-Class?

C-Class threats?

This might be a challenge.

His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened.

As Commander Lin's helicopter ascended into the sky, the familiar hum of the rotors filled the cabin.

The city below grew smaller, its chaotic streets now distant and insignificant.

Lin's eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the horizon ahead.

The mission in Bousan weighed on his mind, but there was something else—something subtle, yet undeniably present—stirring in the air.

Suddenly, through the haze of the clouds, several dark shapes appeared on the horizon.

At first, they were mere specks in the distance, but as the helicopter drew closer, Lin realized what they were: more helicopters, identical to his own, flying in formation.

The sound of their blades reverberated through the sky, creating a synchronized rhythm.

Inside each helicopter, he could make out figures seated in the cabin.

Like him, they were clad in sleek, tailored suits, their weapons polished and ready.

The rank Pillars.

A group of elites, chosen for their exceptional combat prowess, scattered across Korena's ranks to tackle the most dangerous of threats.

Lin's eyes flicked from helicopter to helicopter, noting the faces of the other rank Pillars.

Some he recognized—like Jin, a ruthless swordsman who never spoke more than a word at a time, and Kira, a sniper with precision unmatched by any other.

Others were less familiar, but their reputations preceded them.

These were the ones sent in when all else failed, and failure was not an option.

The radios crackled to life.

"Rank Pillars, prepare for engagement," came the voice of a commanding officer. "C-Class monsters confirmed in Bousan. Execute the mission without hesitation."

Lin tightened his grip on his sword, his gaze steady.

The sky was filled with rank Pillars.

The battle ahead would be nothing short of a spectacle.

One by one, they would see the city, and they suddenly saw, just in time, a building collapsing.