Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1315 - 826: Lanci and Tolyado’s Enthusiastic Crowd_5

Barton crossed his arms, the two small knives in his hands forming a cross before him. In their place emerged a fierce burst of Sword Qi, weaving into a web in the air and slashing toward their chests.

The deafening clash of metal reverberated through the port, shaking the earth and mountains.

Maquiel and Montiluo were sent flying simultaneously, carving long gouges into the ground with their impact, splintering the concrete surface into countless cracks.

Barton, however, remained immovable, standing where he was with faint blade shadows swirling around him. Even snowflakes falling near him were sliced with razor-sharp precision.

"You shouldn't have made your move..."

The Rotten Saint Son Montiluo leaned on his Rod, barely managing to defend against the recent strike using his shield.

Maquiel was clearly in much worse shape compared to Montiluo.

A savage knife wound had already marred his torso.

Maquiel didn't have the luxury to rest. He unleashed a counterattack, his punches speeding like flashes of lightning, leaving trails of afterimages in the air as they slammed toward Barton.

Barton and Maquiel clashed once again amidst the cluster of shipping containers. Each collision was accompanied by the thunderous sound of a container being sliced apart, the noise standing out amidst the peaceful winter festivities outside.

Not far away, Montiluo's expression was dark as a storm.

His gaze locked on Nikola, icy and calculating, as sickly green Magic Power gathered in his hands, forming into a spinning vortex brimming with the stench of rotten blood.

"..."

Nikola's instincts screamed danger. He could clearly tell that the Rotten Saint Son's target was none other than himself.

The Rotten Grand Priests, who had earlier been fiercely battling the Imperial Agents, were now gradually converging toward Montiluo.

They disregarded their own casualties, encircling the agents layer by layer and severing any support Nikola might have!

If Nikola, the Commander, were assassinated, the combat power of the elite force of the Empire's Special Operations Department would be drastically weakened.

"Maquiel, stall Barton for me. Everyone else, cover me while I kill that imperial lapdog!"

The Rotten Saint Son Montiluo issued his orders coldly.

This Mafia boss Barton was far too strong.

But it didn't matter; his real objective was Nikola's death.

No matter how strong Barton was, he couldn't hold them both back on his own.

"Got it!"

Maquiel answered without hesitation, filled with fury.

That Barton bastard—if he wasn't stabbing Nikola in the back, that could already be considered merciful.

The Bulida Mafia assisting Nikola, an agent for the Empire, was entirely nonsensical!

Maquiel launched a frenzied wave of intercepting attacks on Barton, each punch roaring with the might of wind and thunder, intent on overwhelming Barton's form.

Meanwhile, the Rotten Grand Priests surged forth as well, crushing the agents underfoot and creating space for Montiluo to assassinate Nikola.

"..."

In the critical moment, Barton glanced expressionlessly toward Nikola's dire situation. With a swift arc of his arm in the air, a semi-circular gesture unleashed dozens of razor-sharp blades from his cloak.

The blades cut through the air, slicing shipping containers in half.

Rust-covered steel plates collapsed to the ground like tofu crumbling apart, the wreckage scattering everywhere.

Maquiel, too, was slashed across his body by Qi Blades, his flesh torn open and blood pouring out!

In a fleeting moment during the chaos, Barton hurled a string of flying blades to ward off both Maquiel and Montiluo, covertly slipping a Crystal Card amongst them toward Nikola.

Red Falcon Nikola caught the Mafia's Crystal Key effortlessly.

Their eyes briefly met, and Nikola instantly understood Barton's intention.

With this key, Nikola could gain access to the Mafia's headquarters within Hassel Port Building.

There, in the heart of its Prohibited Zone's barrier-enclosed area, Nikola would stand a much better chance of evading his pursuers.

Red Falcon Nikola wasted no time hesitating. He turned sharply and sprinted in the direction of Hassel Port Building.

Staying here any longer wouldn't benefit Barton much. But if he fled now, there was still a chance to lure the Rotten Saint Son Montiluo away, giving Barton the upper hand to protect his remaining subordinates.

There was no choice but to trust Barton's directive for now.

"Trying to run? Not so fast!"

Montiluo sneered coldly, his steps swift as the wind as he chased relentlessly.

Barton, caught up defending against Maquiel's strikes, flung three spinning blades mid-fight, locking onto Montiluo with unerring precision.

Montiluo grunted in pain as his momentum faltered. He could only evade the three magically guided blades, eventually summoning a silver Alchemical beast to shield himself. The beast morphed into metallic armor, deflecting the blades. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Barton... you might as well prepare for your Mafia's complete extermination."

Montiluo's resolve to kill was unwavering, though he also understood that now wasn't the time for a direct confrontation with Barton.

Seeing Nikola's figure fading into the distance, Montiluo didn't hesitate to pursue.

Nikola navigated through the labyrinth of shipping containers, pushing himself to the limit to shake off the deadly figure chasing him.

The Rotten Saint Son Montiluo pursued tirelessly, his blood-corrupted Magic Power transforming into ferocious beasts that rampaged through the container maze. Wherever they passed, steel melted and splintered, strewn across the ground.

In just a few tense seconds, the container district had been reduced to a purgatory of destruction, with shattered remnants everywhere.

Montiluo halted atop a container, the icy wind whipping his silver cloak around.

He stood deathly still, those predatory eyes scouring the metallic forest for any sign of his prey.

Their previous battleground wasn't far from the plaza area housing the Mafia headquarters, Hassel Port Building, which explained Barton's swift arrival and Nikola's equally rapid escape. After all, Nikola was a highly agile Imperial Assassin.

"Nikola, you resemble a shivering rabbit, futilely attempting to hide from the eyes of a Hunter."

Montiluo's voice carried a terrifying calm, laced with a chilling undertone of menacing pleasure.