Chapter 430: Chapter 239: What Did You Just Say?

Daogen Town.

Inside the Salty Fog Canyon.

"Gas! Gas!"

The sharp screeching of the raptor, like a death summon, kept ringing in Aaron York’s ears.

Faster!

Even faster!

Struggling to move his legs forward, his iron boots crackled on the deadwood, and before the muddy splash could hit the ground again, he zigzagged into the dense forest.

His mind flashed back to images from a few moments ago.

"Young Master Aaron, escape quickly!" A strong shield bearer roared, then charged toward the many enemies clad in dark plate armor without hesitation.

"Uncle Sharp!"

Sharp, the close guard, was the person Aaron trusted the most, also arranged by his father to protect him.

"Captain! Run!"

"Aaron, split up and escape!" Atris frantically cast "Big Step Sprinting" on him while charging toward another part of the forest.

...

Under normal circumstances, if this mission only involved one Flom Demon, even two, the ’Blade of Guardians’ squad led by Aaron would have a good chance to annihilate them all.

On one hand, it was because the squad was strong, with members having an average classes level of Level 4, and it included rarely seen healers and even a caster.

On the other hand, they were well prepared, with supplies like fire oil and wire nets in tow. As the earl’s son, he naturally had life-saving scrolls at hand.

But the problem was, this time they encountered betrayal from squad members!

Moreover, the enemy wasn’t just demons, or to be precise, the Flom Demon was merely summoned by them to distract and mislead him.

’Damn Victor, if I escape this, I will definitely kill you!’

Aaron’s mind involuntarily recalled the first time he met Victor over half a year ago.

The other was sincere, enthusiastic, skilled in archery and exploration techniques, quickly invited by him to join the Blade of Guardians squad, becoming the main ranger.

Little did he expect that Victor, whom he had known for over half a year and relied upon, turned out to be a member of a secret organization.

Somehow, he had discovered his true identity—the son of Warwick City’s Governor Earl York.

...

’Damn!’

’They’re catching up!’

Feeling the stench and strong wind approaching from behind, Aaron thought badly at the same time he swiftly lowered himself, spinning powerfully as his left foot landed, his whole body suddenly holding the longsword, bringing forth a silver blade to strike backward.

"Tornado Slash!"

Sometimes, the disparity in strength doesn’t equalize with just one desperate strike.

"Clang!!"

The silver arc was suddenly halted by a black claw.

And the owner of the black claw was a peculiar giant vulture over two and a half meters tall.

It had front and rear sets of steel-like claws, visible muscular lines like steel wires all over its body, large wings covered in gray dirty feathers, with each casual flap, releasing a nauseating stench.

Its head shaped like a vulture, red eyes filled with savagery.

It was indeed the Flom Demon, a hybrid of vulture and human demon.

The single claw firmly gripped the longsword; as Aaron was about to pull back and strike again.

"Gas!"

A deafening screech rang out, and Aaron squinted painfully, dizzy, the sword in his hand was clawed away.

At the moment when Flom Demon extended another claw, about to capture Aaron.

Suddenly!

The Flom Demon was slightly stiff, its form paused in mid-air.

Following, a buzzing sound resembling a hummingbird’s high-frequency wing vibration approached rapidly from afar.

"Boom!"

The ugly vulture-like head of the Flom Demon exploded entirely.

A few yellow-green liquids splashed onto Aaron.

Wha... What’s happening!

A Level 6 Challenge Flom Demon died just like that?

The Flom Demon’s signature killing move ’Poisonous Spores’ wasn’t activated?

At this moment, Aaron noticed that the slayer of the Flom Demon was a silver Warhammer, now spinning swiftly, flying beside him.

Looking in its direction. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

A tall figure clad in spiked plate armor walked out from the forest, casually catching the silver Warhammer with a raised hand.

Obviously, the person in front is the savior.

Aaron carefully looked at this combat professional dressed rescuer, momentarily speechless.

Partly shocked by the strength displayed in killing the Flom Demon with one blow, and partly as the person, wearing a helmet, glanced past him toward another part of the forest.

Initially, Raine hadn’t decided whether to intervene.

However, as he and Laisa maneuvered the Griffin under the cover of invisibility spell, they noticed familiar figures below the flickering shadows of a tree, making a quick decision.

These figures were foes rather than allies.

Dark heavy armor, some with blood-red cloaks.

Who else if not the Black Fist Army!

Coupled with terms like ’traitor!’ ’Young Master Aaron,’ Raine immediately decided to rescue the opponents.

Clearly, the Black Fist Army’s agendas were not only in Soladin Kingdom but also in Fadir Wetland Kingdom, though currently, their operational scale is unknown.

"Whish!"

Right then, a middle-aged man wearing leather armor holding a bow briskly emerged from the forest with the sound of breaking branches.

Initially, he wore a composed smile, but his gaze fixed on the fallen Flom Demon corpse on the ground prompted an immediate change to a grave expression before he turned his eyes toward Raine, surveying rapidly.