Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

Chapter 326 326:Raiding The Hideout

Chapter 326  326:Raiding The Hideout

Using every last ounce of mana in his body, the muscles of Gen's body rapidly expanded.

The qi in his body churned rapidly and he pulled out his sword that shone with a bright light.

Observing him from a distance, though they couldn't discern the nature of his impending attack, it was evident from the distorted space around the broadsword that this was Gen's final gambit.

Gen stepped onto the face, creating heavy dumping pressure.

Only people of Martial sovereign level or Divine realm level can fly in space.

As Demargon unleashed her assault, Gen mirrored his movements.

Advancing with a determined step, he slashed downwards.

SHIIING!

To everyone's surprise, the slash appeared ordinary. No fancy lighting or space-distorting energy blasts; just a plain downward swing.

However, what followed left everyone utterly shocked.

A sound akin to the tearing of paper erupted followed by a sound of heavy artillery.

The moment Gen's blade descended, the space around Demargon warped suddenly.

Caught off guard by the abrupt change, Demargon found himself facing Gen's attack.

Structural clouds cracked and splintered under the force of their strikes, fragments of mist and vapour swirling in their wake like ethereal debris.

The once serene sky was now a canvas of destruction, streaked with lightning and punctuated by bursts of radiant energy.

The ground itself trembled beneath their feet, fissures snaking across the floor as if the earth itself recoiled from the ferocity of their confrontation

As the battle raged on, the atmosphere crackled with residual energy.

Before Demargon could react, the blow struck her, producing a metallic clink.

Clink

"Hieak!"

With a screech, Demargon staggered back, his body bearing a significant scar on her armor.

"Bastard!" he cursed, glaring at Gen.

But before she could retaliate, seizing the opportunity presented by her diverted attention, Bolthar similarly charging a potent attack, swung his axe in her direction.

A cluster of light erupted from the axe's tip, hurtling toward Demargon with relentless speed, tearing the air apart in its wake.

Swooosh—!

Facing the incoming assault, Demargon had no choice but to defend.

Tapping the ground with her staff, he conjured multiple barriers around her.

"Bolthar quickly," Gen weakly called out, pointing to the opposite end of the ground where Demargon's previous attack had landed.

Sensing the situation, getting out of hand he calmed down and looked around

The Black demons were falling into disarray.

Despite seeing them slaughtered, he just shook his head as it didn't mean much.

After all, the operation wasn't planned, and was forced out of nowhere.

As for the purpose, he would know later.

Moreover, the group had become stronger.

It was a totally useless operation however he felt that there was more than what meets an eye.

Demorgan's laughter grew louder, his dark form seeming to blur with each evasive manner"Your efforts are in vain!" he taunted, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "Our purpose here is fulfilled!"

With a final mocking laugh, Demargon clicked his finger.

Bright light erupted to take him back but for some reason, a bad foreboding welled up in his heart.

'Maybe I am thinking too much.'

Shaking his shoulder, he just disappeared.

"Damn!Son of a bitch..."Grommash roared angrily.

His angry roar sent shockwave waves into the sky and with a step that stirred the empty air, he shot back like a cannon.

Leaving behind a trail of light and a sonic boom, he shot into the sky chasing after.

"Hey idiot stop chasing him, he teleported you dumb shit,"Lumin shouted at Grommash

Gen stared at the place gloomily with a deep sigh.

"Don't feel sad Gen.We defended well," Arwin muttered, patting Gen's shoulder who just shook his head.

"We did well but…."

Gen cast a smile unsuited to the environment.

"It's not over.."

....

Sector 3 of the Human settlement in the dimensional zones is not just a bustling urban center; rather it also a formidable fortress of military strength.

Surrounding Sector 3 is a vast desert that stretches as far as the eye can see, covering an area of 600 kilometers. It is a harsh landscape, where the relentless sun beats down on the scorched earth below.

Yet, despite its desolation, the desert is not without its secrets. Hidden beneath the shifting sands lie ancient ruins and forgotten tombs.

Serving as a vital connection point to other sectors, Sector 3 provides every necessary resource and support for the smooth operation of the settlement's expansive network.

The towering skyscrapers that dominate the skyline are not just symbols of progress; they house advanced military installations and command centers, strategically positioned to defend against any threats that may arise from the unknown depths of the dimensional realms.

 High-tech surveillance systems scan the horizon, ensuring the safety and security of the settlement's inhabitants.

Despite its military prowess, Sector 3 is not immune to the darker elements that lurk within its borders.

Being a bridge that serves the gap between Sector 2 and Sector 4, and the only place of settlement, many races and adventures wander around the desert in search of opportunities to stay here contributing to the development of both the good and darker sides.

Dark alleys and hidden passages snake their way through the city streets, providing shelter for those who operate outside the law. In these shadowy corners, black markets thrive, trading in illicit goods.

It was simply impossible to erase the influence cause the black markets were supported by many influential houses so conflict with them was a never-ending war.

In the dark alleys of Sector 3, bright flashes erupt, revealing the sinister forms of the Black Demons.

 With each flash, more of them appear, their twisted figures casting shadows in the dim light.

Soon, one by one the obscure blurred figure slowly appeared.

The lower-rank ones had almost been wiped off leaving the higher-level ones.

Meanwhile, using the runes that were crafted by the effort of humans, elves, and races, they created a spatial channel and disappeared that led to here.

A few years ago, they came up with means to kill people using their skins and sheep to hide themselves.

They might have a definite body but they can mold their body structure.

The higher-ranking ones coagulated their energy into the core which also stored all the information so unless the core was destroyed, nothing would happen to them.

If they transplant the core into any other living race, soon it will corrode their bodies with darkness and then take over them forming a new body.

As the Black Demons teleported back to their hideout in Sector 3, solemnity hung heavy in the air.

Till now, they didn't know the reason for such hectic operations but what could they do but follow the command of the superior?

Still, they were satisfied as casualties suffered by the human side were quite grave.

One-half of the instructors and forces of the Military Academy were decimated and even the young generation should have been crippled.

That's what it should be but…

Demorgan's expression became worse as he looked at Aerin.

"You are saying dark death ghosts appeared and disrupted the plan."

Aerin and black demons who had been transported by segregation relied on everything.

"Though he has killed many, I failed to do any hard to key forces. I was about to deal with top bankers but those annoying bastards intercepted me and each one of them was at the peak of Martial Emperor level. I even met a female Orc of half-saint level."

With a begrudging expression, he screamed aloud"Do you know who is the person responsible for this?"

"I don't know," Aerin shook his head and added.

"However, those maniacs were calling someone their masters…If only those hadn't appeared and we hadn't asked to advance the plans, I would have wiped off the top brackets."

"Yeah, whatever.."Demorgan scoffed with an unpleasant expression.

"Let's go inside and relay everything."

They opened the door to the secret place but what greeted them upon their return was not the usual scene of black demons guarding the gate but a scene of utter devastation.

The once-familiar corridors were now marred with signs of destruction.

 Cracks spiderwebbed across the walls, evidence of the fierce battle that had raged in their absence. Smoke lingered in the air, its acrid scent mingling with the metallic tang of blood.

As they ventured deeper into their hideout, their footsteps echoing ominously in the silence, they stumbled upon a trail of blood-soaked footprints leading further into the darkness.

With growing dread gnawing at their hearts, they followed the trail, each step heavier than the last.

The air grew thick with the stench of death as they rounded a corner, coming face to face with the aftermath of their defeat. Bodies lay strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the abyss.

Some were twisted in unnatural positions, limbs bent at impossible angles, while others bore the unmistakable marks of violent gashes, bruises, and burns.

Few of them were even butchered into several pieces and their blood flowed around forming a small river.

"What is this?"

"What the fuck!"

 A sense of horror washed over them, threatening to suffocate them in its suffocating embrace.

But amidst the carnage and chaos, there was something else lurking in the shadows, a sense of ill foreboding…

The Black Demons exchanged uneasy glances, their fear palpable in the air as tried to think what was going on here.

As they continued to explore the depths of their hideout, the feeling of dread only intensified, each step bringing them closer to the heart of the horror that awaited them.

The Black demons froze in terror, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they saw the scene in the sacrificial hall where they sacrificed people to perform rituals.

At that place, a man sat on the mountain of corpses.

With an indifferent expression, he held a small rag and wiped a darkish sword.

"OH!"

A soft groan echoed in the room and the man raised his eyes with a sinister evil grin.

"I wanted to ask them if they liked my treatment, alas all of them passed away before answering  so…"

He lifted his sword and pointed at them.

"Tell me, can you bear my special treatment.."