Level up is hard? I can Directly Purchase infinite Levels!-Chapter 92: Hegros on the Brink of Death — A Clan’s Extinction

Chapter 92: Hegros on the Brink of Death — A Clan’s Extinction

The front-line commander, Dennis, had fallen in battle.

Roy, one of the eight geniuses who had come as reinforcements, had also been killed...

Even Hegros, the army commander, was being surrounded and pummeled by four Grandmasters—his body nearly smashed to pieces!

"A perfect chance—kill him first!"

Seeing that Hegros was already gravely wounded, two Grandmasters of the Gargoyle race and two Grandmasters of the Soul Devourer race simultaneously manifested their Godforms—nearly a thousand meters tall—and bombarded Hegros with killing strikes.

Over the years, Hegros alone had held up half the Seventh Division of the Scarlet Wall Patrol’s sky. If not for him, they would have broken into Iron Dragon Fortress long ago!

Hegros’s golden-armored Godform barely resisted before it cracked apart.

Violent slaughter-energy surged like a flood, scouring his shattered body and sending him tumbling through the air again and again!

A Gargoyle Grandmaster drew a massive golden bow to its absolute limit.

Boom!

A dazzling streak of light, carrying terrifying destructive power, pierced heaven and earth—firing a fatal shot straight at Hegros.

In Hegros’s blue eyes, a trace of relief flashed.

He forced out his final strike—but it wasn’t to block the incoming kill shot.

Instead, he struck toward the other alien-race soldiers on the battlefield.

He understood he wouldn’t survive!

After slaughtering so many alien races over the years, he had already more than earned his due. He didn’t want to waste his last blow on meaningless resistance.

If he could take down a few more enemies, at least it would ease the pressure on the young Patrol soldiers.

As his strike came down, countless Gargoyle and Soul Devourer warriors were smashed to death.

"Commander!"

"You pieces of trash—die!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Division of the Scarlet Wall Patrol howled in grief and fury as they watched the battle in the skies.

Aaron clenched Soul Devourer flesh between his teeth, tears welling in his eyes.

All around Yarna, frost erupted in an instant, freezing entire swaths of Expert-level enemies solid!

High in the heavens—

The golden arrow-streak closed in.

Blinding light filled Hegros’s vision.

And right then—

A huge hand suddenly seized his shoulder and yanked him hard.

The arrow-streak skimmed past his body and shot on, slamming into the distant ruins of Crimson City and detonating with a world-shaking explosion.

Rumble—!

Five Master-level powerhouses witnessed the scene, their faces darkening as their gazes snapped upward.

There, in the sky, a young figure stood before Hegros’s broken body.

Hegros came to his senses as well and glanced at the youth.

It was Raine, his injuries not yet fully healed.

Raine wordlessly forced bottle after bottle of Holy Healing Potion down Hegros’s throat.

Neither of them spoke a single word the entire time.

Raine stared down the five Grandmasters. After temporarily breaking through into the Master realm, he immediately scooped Hegros up and fled the battlefield.

"That kid is Raine!"

"Hmph! Didn’t expect him to deliver himself to us."

"Reckless fool—kill him!"

The five Grandmasters on the opposite side instantly guessed his identity.

They hadn’t expected Raine to be confident enough to save Hegros right in front of all five of them.

Did he really think the chasm between Grandmaster and Master was so easy to cross?

Maybe he could fight a low-tier Grandmaster—but these were mid- and high-tier Grandmasters!

Just then, four more streaks of light flew into the battlefield from the rear, blocking their path directly!

"People from Unfallen Bastion?"

The leader wore a black-and-gold uniform. Without a word, he lifted a great saber and cleaved straight down!

"Hmph. Long arms you’ve got!"

The alien-race Grandmasters couldn’t be bothered with more talk. Gripping their supreme transcendent weapons, they charged in to meet them.

But Raine’s danger was not yet fully resolved.

With the Grandmasters intercepted, five more figures rushed toward Raine.

They were all Master-level experts—but they weren’t trying to kill him.

After all, this was the monster who had slaughtered twenty Masters by himself!

Still, if they could hold him down, they could buy time for the Grandmasters.

They didn’t hesitate—manifesting their Godforms as they attacked.

Raine released the Thunder Colossus, raised the Thunder Prison Blade, and brought it down in a single slash from the sky—splitting a Soul Devourer Master and his Godform into pieces in one strike.

Sheets of blood-rain poured from the heavens, instantly torn apart by fierce wind, falling like raindrops onto the soldiers of both armies locked in slaughter below.

...

On a battlefield, there were only the dead lying on the ground—and the living who wanted to kill the other side.

There were no grand speeches on this land.

Life and death were decided in an instant.

One moment a brother fell; before you could even rage, the next moment might be your turn.

For the Seventh Division of the Scarlet Wall Patrol, their lives on the battlefield were weapons—cold and unfeeling. If they could trade their lives for even one more enemy, it was profit.

Long before enlistment day, they had already prepared themselves for everything.

The war dragged on for another day.

Raine cut down seven more Master-level enemies in one go, finally twisting the situation back—if only slightly.

He unleashed his most powerful offensive arts, delivering the deadliest wide-area devastation to the alien-race army.

High above, the Gargoyle elder Romel was crippled outright. The Soul Devourer race was nearly exterminated—only then did their counteroffensive finally stop.

Borm had been badly wounded this time. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

To protect Raine, he had been ambushed by Grandmaster-level and even Epic-level old monsters, so he didn’t linger in a prolonged fight.

The two sides halted on opposite banks of the Swiftflow River.

One by one, blood-soaked soldiers of the Seventh Division of the Scarlet Wall Patrol clenched their warblades, standing atop mountains of corpses—killing intent thick in their eyes as they glared savagely across the Swiftflow River.

Raine also stared at the far bank.

Though some of his healing wounds had torn open again, as long as he wasn’t gravely injured, it didn’t matter.

Across the Swiftflow River—

The Gargoyle experts and Soul Devourer experts were unwilling to accept it.

It wasn’t that they wanted to retreat.

It was that their one hundred and fifty thousand Gargoyle troops had been almost completely wiped out.

The Soul Devourers had gathered over two hundred thousand soldiers, and they too had been ground to nothing. Another Grandmaster had been killed, and their Masters were almost all slaughtered—utterly ruined!

"That kid is like a damned meat-grinder pest—he sticks his nose into every battlefield, from Trainee all the way to Grandmaster!"

"His kill-and-injury rate against our troops is the highest. If he doesn’t die, our soldiers can’t advance a single step!"

Romel extended his mind power toward the opposite bank, never imagining a single person could be strong enough to shatter their entire counteroffensive rhythm and forcibly rip it apart.

Even though they hadn’t personally joined the fighting below, they had watched closely.

Raine’s terrifying efficiency in slaughtering Masters—and his horrifying destructive power against massed armies—made him a living weapon.

Even Romel had to admit it: the boy was a complete freak.

Soul Devourer clan leader Valentin had also witnessed the prodigy’s terror firsthand.

But in his heart, there was even more hatred—rage and murderous intent.

The Soul Devourers were almost wiped out. Their Experts and Masters had died in droves.

Only a handful of Grandmasters remained.

Their very bloodline inheritance was on the verge of breaking.

And all of it was thanks to Raine.

Valentin hated him so much he wanted to charge over and forcibly behead Raine on the spot!

"Lord Romel... my race truly has no ability to fight on. We’ll have to leave this place to you."

Valentin turned and spoke to Romel.

In the end, he chose to withdraw from the war.

The Soul Devourers had already been nearly fought to extinction. If they didn’t retreat now, they might vanish from the river of history!

Though they were the Gargoyles’ vassal race, when it came to preserving their bloodline, they could no longer afford to care about anything else.

Romel frowned slightly.

If Valentin did this, the Gargoyles would lose a great deal of support—and would have to face the pressure directly.

But after a moment of thought, he neither agreed nor objected.

"Fine. You withdraw to the rear and recuperate first!"