When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1028 - 370: The Crimson Storm

Chapter 1028 -370: The Crimson Storm

Under the cold and silent falling snow, a whistling wind of The Wild Hunt arose—

The fleeing Pengbonazi suddenly lifted his head.

Just then, he felt an intense threat.

But because his senses were completely obscured by the Winter Celestial’s heavy snow… even when Pengbonazi looked up, he could only see the overwhelming snowfall. No sound reached his ears.

“…It’s a trap after all.”

Pengbonazi stopped running and murmured softly.

The howling by his ears grew more piercing, the Dusk Power trembling in the sky made his whole body tingle.

The approaching speed of that power was too fast. So much so that Pengbonazi gave up on escaping altogether.

…Let the other “selves” run away.

Under the pursuit of that kind of power, it was impossible to escape from this place.

It’s better to turn around and fight for time!

At the very least, wounds should not appear on one’s back—

As early as when Count Leipzig sent word, and the heavy snow caused by the Winter Celestial’s promotion descended… at that time, Pengbonazi already had a bad premonition.

But according to his understanding of that old bag of bones, that guy was not likely to make a move against him.

Unlike himself, Matthias was much gentler and reserved by nature. He disliked interfering with the outside world… and would only express what he wanted to say and do within his paintings.

Only those who appreciated his paintings could hear the storms and calls within his heart.

Even if Old Grunewald disliked him, at most he would only drive him out—or conversely, take the Spirit Summoning Tower and leave Star Antimony. Pengbonazi had long been prepared for the Spirit Summoning Tower to depart from Star Antimony.

As a result…

Now, Pengbonazi is despairingly realizing that Beyard is not on the same path as him, and Old Grunewald is no longer the person from the past.

“Was I wrong?”

Pengbonazi’s voice was hoarse.

The Red Chancellor looked up, only to find that he had no one to depend on.

The Path of Love is a selfish path, his “children” would never sacrifice their lives to save him. Not to mention that they were all just a bunch of useless beings, their arrival would only mean giving themselves up for nothing.

When Old Grunewald chose to betray him, Pengbonazi was left alone.

“—No.”

After introspection, Pengbonazi’s gaze became resolute.

The answer had been in his heart from the very beginning.

If given another chance, he would still do the same—there was no other choice.

He felt exhilarated by every decision he made.

Not a trace of regret—

“I come with a roar.”

Suddenly, a chilling and hollow unfamiliar voice appeared behind him.

Pengbonazi instantly reacted.

He turned his head, and his expression immediately became extremely ferocious.

His Blood Qi surged throughout his body—

Blood flew out from within him, forming a crimson storm, from which countless blood bats scuttled out, noisily tearing everything apart.

And the ground suddenly collapsed into a Blood Pool. Like a hunting dog, heads emerged from the Blood Pool, ready to bite towards the back!

—However, at this moment, there was no one behind him.

Pengbonazi immediately realized.

A pair of blood-colored wings emerged behind him—allowing him to turn back around at great speed, his right arm ruptured, a blood-colored short spear ejected out!

But still, there was no one here.

Suddenly, a gunshot imbued with Thunder struck directly from behind, piercing through Pengbonazi’s chest!

Accompanied by the infusion of Thunder, the Dusk Power ossified and shattered his wound.

—But just now, he had confirmed that there was absolutely no one behind him!

It was an attack completely out of his perception!

“Haah!”

Pengbonazi roared in anger.

As he was hit, furious Blood Qi was released from within Pengbonazi, indiscriminately attacking everything nearby.

In an instant, everything around turned into a blood-drenched inferno—

The ground within several kilometers radius cracked open, and fresh blood gushed forth!

Even the countless snowflakes brought down by the power of the Celestial Marshal were dyed red, and they flew upwards from the ground, colliding with the falling snow in the sky!

In that moment, it was as if daylight had come.

The snow seemed to pause, and the snow on the ground turned into nothingness.

Only the sky had turned into a complete scarlet.

The surrounding grassland had now become nothing more than damp soil.

The moist earth, like freshly tilled land, was covered with fissures, and numerous rivers of fresh blood rose from the cracks like veins.

However, the mysterious enemy attacking Pengbonazi wasn’t injured by this.

Before Pengbonazi’s enveloping Blood Qi could shred everything, that person turned into nothingness and disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of grey in the air.

It was as if there had been a fire here, leaving smoke lingering in the twisted air.

And sixty-six “Pengbonazis” were scattered in the vicinity. He was the very last one; the others were not attacked.

Just then, seven “Pengbonazis” suddenly thrust their hands into their chests and pulled out their own hearts.

They formed a simple formation, linking with one another to create an irregular heptagram. Each point was completely different.

—The next moment, they crushed their hearts simultaneously!

Their bodies suddenly collapsed into fresh blood, like ice cream melting in fast forward, or plastic being scorched by fire.

And the ground, already full of blood rivers, suddenly became unstable.

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The earth seemed to come to life, rumbling with vibrations.

Pengbonazi pointed his finger toward the ground and then pulled upwards—

In an instant, countless sharp crimson spears rose from the ground, emerging one after another!

Each spear faintly carried different auras… those were all the blood Pengbonazi had tasted, all the people he had killed.

He gripped one of them tightly in his hand, like a general commanding his soldiers.

All around the spears, a storm of scarlet was stirred up—these storms resonated with each other, forming a blood-colored storm that enveloped heaven and earth!

Anyone who stepped into this domain would have their Blood Qi completely drawn out, turned into nourishment and new Strength! And all defenses would corrode within the Storm… turning into an even more ferocious storm.

For this was not death.

But rather, rebirth.

It wasn’t that armor and weapons were destroyed by it, but rather countless tiny “bloodworms” inside the storm devoured metal and gemstones as nutrients, proliferating rapidly!

Just one person could easily demolish thousands of troops!

Endurance was—unlimited!

Even the Spirit Summoning Tower began to decay rapidly within this storm.

Until the Dusk Power surged from within, solidifying the tower, pushing it to its limits. The Preservation Arts from the headmaster isolated the entire Spirit Summoning Tower from the timeline.

And Pengbonazi was very rational—he didn’t think of turning back to attack but instructed the “Pengbonazis” to leave quickly.

But at that moment…

“Like a storm…”

That deep and majestic voice descended once again.

An unstoppable sense of fear rose from Pengbonazi’s heart, causing his legs to go soft and his mind to turn blank.

—Aura of Fear?!

Pengbonazi’s heart sank, realizing the source of this power.

But it was somewhat different from what he had anticipated…

Enveloped in a frenzy of storm and Thunder—a conical Wild Hunt Legion tore through the vast curtain of blood, charging forth in all its glory!

Tearing through everything!

“This is… the Wild Hunt Legion?!”

Pengbonazi was astonished.

Within that thunderstorm cone, the Dusk-colored Wild Hunt Legion madly struck their shields with swords, emitting hysterical cries.

As if they were an army of thousands.

Pengbonazi was reminded once again of the War of Territorial Fracture…

Ominous and deadly—

In an instant, the scent of war from the battlefield washed over him, completely engulfing Pengbonazi!