Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

Chapter 349: 349:Gwen Meet Leon Ex-Fiancee

Chapter 349: 349:Gwen Meet Leon Ex-Fiancee

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What a great profile! I can't help but say I am utterly jealous of you."

Leon's lips twitched uncontrollably on hearing this.

'Just which son of bitch wrote this. Just pray you don't get caught by my hands otherwise you won't be dying an easy death.'

After cursing in his mind, Leon decided to showcase his humility.

"This is nothing, sir. I am just overhyped and praised. I deserve nothing as stated in it."

"Over praised, "General Hale spoke, raising his brows and bursting into laughter.

"Welcome to Sector 9 then. I trust your journey was uneventful?"

"Yes, General," Leon replied respectfully, his gaze meeting Hale's gaze.

"We encountered a few issues like space worms, however, it meant nothing due to those mighty cannons still I wonder where these crawling creatures came from."

Hale chuckled, "Too much curiosity might kill you one day."

"Yet I am still breathing and kicking strong."

"Good," Hale nodded approvingly. "Sector 9 values efficiency and precision. Your reputation precedes you, Leon. Your record speaks of a skilled tactician and a capable leader."

'Skilled tactician...Capable Leader...'

Leon felt nauseous hearing the nonsense. Leading the squad was the last fucking thing he would do.

Still, Leon inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, humbled by the praise from such a distinguished officer after all he couldn't just kick the man who gave him a goodwill smile.

He understood the signal to not to ask about it.

"I understand you haven't been briefed on our current situation," Hale continued, his expression growing more serious.

"The Frontline Sector faces challenges that require decisive action. We need individuals like you, or to say your army. It might lessen our casualties or who knows you alone might be enough to stir a difference."'

'Brutally honest.'

"I am ready to serve" Leon affirmed firmly, his determination clear in his tone.

"Good," Hale said, leaning forward slightly and interlinking his fingers before his chin.

Leon met the General's intense gaze with resolve.

The old coot seemed to say something but was hesitating but after a brief silence, he spoke with a sigh.

"Don't kill Paul...We need him."

"..."

"Understood, General," Leon after the pause.

"Very well, Leon," Hale concluded, a hint of approval in his voice. "You will receive your assignments shortly. Dismissed."

Leon saluted and walked while trying to control his twitching lips that were erupting with laughter.

Somewhere outside Sector 9...

Faint quakes and ripples spread out shaking the trees and buildings.

Base camps built for emergencies were struck down by heavy power emitting from the center. A woman with long jet-black hair crouched low on the ragged down broken rooftop and her gaze fixed on the billowing smoke that obscured the family mart, the epicenter of the monster horde. Her heart raced with anticipation and caution, observing the fight lied that beyond that veil of smoke,

The wind carried faint echoes of roars and howls, signaling the battle's intensity.

[Irina, clear out the monster while we take care of these beasts.]

[Roger that.]

Irina tightened her grip on her dual blades, the icy cool metal reassuring against her palms. The monsters outside the sector were numerous and deadly, but Irina had faced worse odds before.

She moved with silent grace, her footsteps barely making a sound on the gravel-strewn rooftop. Her eyes, keen and alert, scanned the surroundings for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, a shadow flickered at the edge of her vision, a monstrous silhouette lumbering towards her position.

Without hesitation, Irina leaped into action. She darted towards the edge of the rooftop, her blades slicing through the air as she descended upon the monster.

The creature, grotesquely bleeding from the ripped-off scales in fury, lunged at her with primal aggression.

Irina sidestepped its attack with swift agility, her blades finding the slight gaps between its armoured hide.

Irina's breath came out in controlled bursts as she surveyed the scene, her eyes tracing the movements of the monsters below. Suddenly, a deep growl reverberated from behind her, causing her to whirl around. A towering creature, its body covered in thick, dark scales with glowing red eyes, lunged at her with surprising speed.

Irina wasted no time. With a fluid motion, she unsheathed her twin blades, their edges shimmering with frost as her Ice Martial Spirit power surged through them.

The air around her crackled with cold energy as she met the monster's charge head-on. The creature's claws slashed through the air, but Irina deftly parried each blow, her movements a seamless attack.

CLANG!CLANG!

Arcs of cold chilling attacks shot out from the blades rending the monster claws frozen and stiff

As the monster reared back for another attack, Irina saw her opening. With a swift twist of her wrists, she channeled her Martial Spirit power into one of her blades, transforming it into a sword of pure ice. The blade gleamed with an ethereal blue light, freezing everything in the

air around it.

"Did!"

Irina leaped forward, her ice sword slashing through the monster's thick scales with effortless precision. The blade left a trail of frost as it sliced through flesh and bone. The monster roared in agony as the icy cold of Irina's sword seeped into its body, slowing its movements and

sapping its strength.

With one final, decisive strike, Irina drove the ice sword deep into the monster's chest. The creature convulsed and then collapsed heavily to the ground, its lifeblood freezing in rivulets around the icy blade. Irina withdrew her sword, the ice melting away into vapor as she cleaned the residual blood from her blades with a swift flick of her wrist.

"Another one down," she muttered to herself, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She glanced back towards the smoke-covered family mart, where

the battle raged on unabated.

"Time to thin them out even more."

Then with a stomp, leaving behind an icy blast underneath, she out and struck her sword.

Blows of ice swords started raining down.

Bearing the brunt, a monster shot at Irina but evaded it, Irina struck the monster back.

The monster howled in pain, thrashing wildly in an attempt to dislodge Irina. She clung to its backdriving her blades deeper into its flesh.

Blood sprayed hot mixing with the acrid scent of smoke and battle.

As the monster's movements slowed, Irina seized the opportunity to deliver the decisive

blow. With a fierce yell, she plunged both blades into its neck, severing vital arteries. The

creature shuddered and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Irina wasted no time in cleaning her blades on the monster's rough hide before resuming her vigilance. Around her, the battlefield continued to rumble with the sounds of combat.

As she took a moment to take a breath, her communicator rang again.

[Yes, Mirabelle....]

[Commanded Leon has arrived and has gone to meet the General.]

The icy expression on Irina melted.

[Okay, please take care of him.]

[Anything I need to do....]

[No, just make sure....]

Irina's expression froze as she remembered a significant matter.

'Damn! How can I forget about that girl!'

'Shit! Who knows what will happen if Leon meets that girl again.'

BOOOOOOM!

Irina snapped out of her thoughts and jumped back while spotting two figures.

She could make out faint outlines of figures two Saint and monster locked in a deadly dance.

In the distance, the roar of the steel armoured dragon echoed, signaling its retreat.

"Thank God...I need to leave now."