Chapter 153: Brothers?

It was too late.

There was a flash of light, and a deafening boom rang out.

The sound was followed by a gust of wind that sent everyone flying.

The fighters were tossed aside like ragdolls, tumbling and rolling across the field.

Even Elfie and Alice weren't safe from the explosion either.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh!!!"

"Gah!!"

"Uuuuuggghhhh...."

They screamed in agony as the shockwave slammed into them, sending them careening across the battlefield like popcorn in a hot pan.

"Dammit! Cough~ cough~"

Kaisen crawled on the ground, as the smoke and dust from the explosion lingered.

He had managed to use his claws to protect himself from the brunt of the blast, but he was still badly injured.

The shockwave had chipped away 20% of his health in an instant, like a merciless diet plan for his health bar.

It didn't even give him the courtesy of acknowledging that he was the strongest player.

'Damn it! If I took this much damage, then what about them?'

He quickly looked at his companions' health bars and saw that almost all of them, except Elfie and Alice, who were far away from the blast radius, had their health below 50%.

"Holy fuck!"

He quickly jumped up from the ground and took a deep breath, calming himself down. Suddenly, he saw a silhouette emerging from the white smoke. A large silhouette at that.

Whoosh~

A sharp purple blade suddenly came from the side, aiming to slice his forehead like a lawnmower on a mission.

Kaisen leaned backward in a cinematic slow-motion move, the blade whizzing just above his nose, a few strands of his hair drifting to the ground like confetti.

'That was close.'

He thought, eyeing the blade.

It was a sword made out of the purple grass, its sharp edges glistening in the moonlight like a disco ball at a haunted prom.

And creepiest of all, the large blade retracted toward the woman's hands, which now looked like a bird's legs, with grass for feathers.

"Hehe...sup."

Kaisen felt a knot of dread tighten in his stomach.

'Lloyd can't take a direct hit or else...he'll...'

His thought trailed off as Vhalla raised her left arm.

A pointy purple sword formed, looking sharp enough to slice the red blood moon in two.

"Holy fuck!"

Kaisen cursed. He knew if that blade connected with Lloyd, he'd be dead.

Like, cut-into-two-halves dead.

So, Kaisen started attacking Vhalla with the desperation of a man trying to swat a fly with a toothpick.

But no matter how much he tried, she wasn't budging.

Even after he chipped away 16% of her health, she didn't so much as flinch.

It was like her sole purpose was to turn Lloyd into a pancake.

Desperation wrapped around Kaisen's mind like a wet blanket, making him feel queasy.

"Bitch! Come at me!"

Lloyd shouted, clearly having the time of his life.

To him, the boss's focus was a badge of honor, a sign that she saw him as the strongest in the group.

He puffed out his chest, ready to take on the world, or at least this one deadly opponent.

"Run away!"

Kaisen yelled from behind Vhalla, waving frantically. This was not a fight Lloyd could win alone.

They needed to work together. But Lloyd, being the stubborn ass he was, wasn't listening.

Instead, the buffoon of a man smiled at Kaisen and gave him a quick thumbs up, like he thought Kaisen was cheering him on.

"Motherfucker! Run away!"

Kaisen screamed again, slashing desperately at Vhalla to no avail.

Scenes of the last decade crashed into Kaisen's mind like an unwanted flashback montage. No matter how much they quarreled, no matter how much he hated the guy, Lloyd was always there for him.

Lloyd took care of him when even his own twin, who shared the same womb, didn't bother.

A brother from another mother. That was Lloyd, and there was no way Kaisen was going to let that stubborn idiot go out like this.

Then he saw it. Something big and round, as Lloyd came into range of Vhalla's attack. Her hands flew forward.

Kaisen dropped the claws in his hands and dashed forward, his arms outstretched in front of him like a linebacker going for a tackle and he...