Chapter 611

Chapter 611

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Chapter 611

"Is there anyone here willing to surrender and say something nice? Come out and kneel within the count of three, and I'll spare just that one person."

Suddenly, the atmosphere around them shifted ominously. A chilling winter wind swept between the enemies and Yuder, leaving a void in its wake.

"What did he just say?"

"Spare who?"

"Is he serious? What's wrong with his eyes?"

The enemies finally lost their laughter. Among them, Yuder noticed one individual glaring intently at him. The gaze was filled with hateful vengeance, and it felt strangely familiar.

'Seeker. So he's part of this group, too.'

In his previous life, Seeker was a scoundrel, but he never moved in groups like this. Some things had changed, but the essence of some remained the same, Yuder realized.

'Actually, this is better. I wasn't satisfied merely warning him last time.'

Silently, Yuder lifted three fingers. All eyes converged on his hand.

'One. Two.'

As he folded down the first and second fingers, not surprisingly, no one stepped forward to kneel. Only the sound of restrained breathing and escalating tension filled the air.

Folding down his last finger, Yuder quickly scanned the enemies' formation.

'Three.'

"Kill him!"

At someone's loud shout, energy surged through Yuder as well.

"Ugh!"

"What the?"

Those who attempted to charge at Yuder found themselves tripping and falling, as if they'd been yanked back by invisible threads. While they writhed and screamed on the ground, a cold, deliberate voice echoed from the hill above.

"You all look quite fitting, kneeling."

Only then did the mercenaries realize that Yuder had manipulated the earth to grasp their feet. So engrossed were they in his words and counting fingers, that even those confident in their speed and agility had no chance but to tumble. Seeker, gripping the ground in fury, shouted obscenities.

"Damn you! I will definitely be the one to take your head What?"

"Where did he go?"

Yuder, who had clearly been in front of them just moments ago, had disappeared. Two other men who were with him had vanished as well.

"Damn it! He's escaped. Chase him!"

"Hold on. My feet are still stuck!"

"Idiot! Just take off your shoes!"

Amidst the chaos, those who managed to free themselves sprinted towards where Yuder had been. Though they didnt see him, footprints remained trampled in the bushes.

A rustling sound of someone fleeing came from a not-so-distant locationopposite to where the footprints led.

"There!"

Those with keen ears chased after the sound.

"That noise is definitely a trap. The real trail is the footprints!"

Others followed the footprints in the opposite direction.

In a situation where their prey had escaped, the only thought crossing their minds was one:

'I must be the one to catch him first!'

So engrossed were they in this single-minded pursuit that they momentarily forgot about the most important person of all: the mercenary who had used tracking skills to successfully lead them to Yuder.

"ChChChoke! YuYuder, ah"

"Be quiet."

Yuder descended from the tallest tree after everyone had been lured away by Kishiar and Nathan Zuckerman. The moment he waved his hand, the ground below, marred by the fallen mercenaries, split open. A face emerged from the earth, half-buried in the soil. The man, who looked small and frail and seemed far from suited for combat, had been the one using his tracking abilities to follow Yuder.

When everyone else had fallen, he'd been entirely buried underground, unable to even scream as he was entombed alive. However, thanks to the ensuing chase, the other mercenaries hadnt noticed he was buried and had all left, an astounding oversight.

His body was overwhelmed with unbearable anger and fear.

'What the hell... What is happening?'

He thought everything was going well when he had first located Yuder Aile. Even after Yuder disappeared, he believed things were fine.

But as they chased Yuder's footsteps, he realized one by one, their numbers were dwindling. Someone was picking them off.

They had searched as a group, but their enemy was elusive as a ghost. Some, doubting their companions, had sprinted off alone only to vanish moments later, leaving behind only their screams.

It felt like they were ensnared by something. In the dark forest, they couldn't even tell where they were.

Staggering, he tripped over a tree root.

"Ugh...!"

Unable to make a sound, he tumbled and rolled on the ground until he abruptly came to a halt. When he lifted his head, the sight that met his eyes was the body of another mercenarya man he'd thought had vanished earlier.

"!"

A closer look would have revealed that the man was still breathing, but to Seeker, his fear-distorted vision saw only a corpse riddled with wounds. As he tried to retreat, he realized that the dagger he had been holding had also disappeared.

"Damn it! Where did it go? My sword. My dagger!"

"Here it is."

At that moment, someone placed a sword in his hand. Seeker instinctively grasped it, experiencing a fleeting moment of relief before a cold dread raced down his spine. He turned to look.

A stranger, wearing an unfamiliar face, gazed down at him and offered a silent, gentle smile.

"Who Who are you?"

"When the environment changes, some people change and some don't. Seeing as you're back here, despite having had a chance to escape, I reckon you belong to the latter group."

The man's voice was so calm and melodious that it felt as if they had been conversing for a long time. But Seeker quickly snapped back to reality and aimed his dagger.

"What the hell are you talking about? You're from the Cavalry, arent you?"

"Why do you think such differences occur?"

"Goddamn it! I asked if you're from the Cavalry!"

"The answer remains unknown, but one thing is certain."

Ignoring Seeker's protests, the man calmly raised his hand.

"I don't want to become like that."

The last thing Seeker remembered was seeing a small orb of light condensing at the man's fingertips. Accompanied by excruciating pain that coursed through his entire body, Seeker dropped the dagger and collapsed right then and there.

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