VOOOOOOOM!
The ground suddenly went alit with bright flashes of light.
Hans was pushed back by the sudden flux of mana, and Ruyue and Elena were able to use that split second of time to move out of his range.
The complex formation Rose began drawing no more than 30 seconds ago was finally finished.
30 seconds.
That was all the time it took for Hans to massacre most of their group.
Bzzt! Crackle!
Electric arcs zipped and zoomed through the camp.
"I'm sorry I was late," Rose said, standing up.
"But it's time to end this now."
The formation's light got more and more intense with every passing instant. It whirred and revolved, and furious waves of spatial mana flooded the area.
VOOOOM!
VOOOOM!
VOOOOM!
It was at a level where even Hans was forced to block the chaotic spatial waves instead of focusing on his targets.
Rose smiled.
"It's time for you to meet death."
Bzzt!
BZZZZZT!
The crackling electricity suddenly went haywire.
Rose's expression paled.
Was it…malfunctioning?
"No, it's not that."
The voice who answered her unspoken thought was strange. Unfamiliar, yet so dearly close.
"I just hijacked it for a bit. I don't know who your original target was, but I'm better than them anyway."
"WHO?!"
Hans finally reacted to the strange voice, snapping the rest out of their dazes as well.
"Who am I?"
The formation's light swirled madly and concentrated in the very center of the base camp, where the Nox's summoning formation was located.
"Didn't she just tell you?"
The shadow of a man appeared in its midst.
As the light cleared, the confusion of those present only intensified.
Standing there was a tall, robust man with flaming red hair. He was shirtless, showing off his chiseled body and massive muscles, and otherwise wore casual, baggy clothes like a common wanderer.
His eyes were the color of blood, and the flames dancing in them only exemplified his appearance.
He grinned wildly, his gaze settled on Hans.
"I'm death."
Nobody saw what happened next.
Hans disappeared from where he stood, and that man replaced him.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
A terrifying rumbling resounded from several tens of kilometers away.
A dust cloud swept into the air.
Was that…
Did Hans just get thrown?
"I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't really answer them, so…"
The man glanced around the group.
The majority of them were missing limbs. That majority was far outnumbered by the corpses on the ground.
And the blood painting all of their bodies…
His eyes turned cold.
"I'm going to make that guy experience everything he did to you."
BANG!
The man disappeared into the distance, leaving the stunned Judgement Order survivors where they were.
"That guy…" Elena muttered.
Rose and Ruyue nodded.
"He's exactly like Damien."
His attitude was one thing, but for these three women, that was only a surface-level observation.
What they felt was a sensation in their souls.
That this strange man and their husband had some sort of connection they couldn't comprehend.
Though, they weren't given the time to contemplate.
BANG!
Within a minute, "something" crashed in the area before them.
When the dust cleared, that thing's identity became clear—
BANG!
—well, not so much anymore.
The red-haired man landed on top of Hans' crumpled body with so much force the impact dug a crater several hundred kilometers into the ground.
Hans and that man disappeared into the darkness of that hole, but the sounds of their battle resounded so clearly it was a miracle they weren't projecting the sound.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"AAAAAARGH!"
BANG!
"STOP!"
BANG!
"THIS!"
BANG!
"NOW!"
BOOOOOOOOOM!
A black blur shot high into Eien's sky, a red one following soon after.
BANG!
Hans' body was slammed into the ground again, and the red-haired man once again followed.
However, this time, he didn't make such a powerful move.
He landed next to Hans and pushed his arm out.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
All four of his extremities were torn from his body.
It was an injury even Nox regeneration couldn't heal.
"So…?"
The red-haired man looked around the Judgement Order group.
"Didn't you want revenge?"
Their hearts instantly blazed to life.
Revenge…
They'd lost so many people. They'd been in a situation where revenge couldn't even be considered.
But now that it was being offered to them…
"REVENGE!"
"REVENGE!"
"REVENGE!"
…how could they refuse?
The common members instantly crowded Hans' body, stabbing into and ripping apart his flesh with everything they had.
They knew he wouldn't die, but that's what made it worth the effort.
Xue Fang joined as well.
He limped over with half his body intact, his eyes dull yet filled with hatred.
"You…killed her…"
His last remaining direct family.
His dear sister whom he cherished so much.
She was dead.
And for what?
"YOU KILLED HER!"
He roared like a madman as he joined the crowd. He didn't care what he looked like, nor did he care about exerting himself at all.
Even if he died here, as long as he got revenge, he was content.
Rose, Ruyue, Elena, Long Chen, Su Ren, and Aishia watched quietly.
Ximen Wuhen had no presence until this point and continued to remain behind Rose, silently providing the grieving members with buffs to help them act without reservations.
"It's not over yet."
Rose didn't want to interrupt the current events, but it had to be known.
"We came here for him."
Her eyes went to the tent at the very back of the camp, the only area left standing after the previous clash.
"Ah, that guy?" The red-haired man said.
"Don't you think there's a reason he never left his tent?"
He didn't grin due to the severity of the situation, but the amusement in his eyes couldn't be hidden.
"Come here."
He beckoned with his finger, and a figure came flying out of the tent.
"Introduce yourself."
He held a man by his throat. The man had the head of a dog and the strong bronze body of a pharaoh.
The aura of Divinity could be sensed obviously from him, but…
Why did he look so weak in front of that man?
"What…are you?"
The Hound Lord, whose reputation preceded him in terrifying the masses, asked in an almost whimpering tone.
"Who am I?" The man said again.
"I don't feel like repeating myself, but you get the point. Just shut up and die."
"YOU CAN'T!"
"Oh, but I can."
The red-haired man gripped his fist, a motion mirroring Hans from a few moments ago.
CRASH!
The sound that echoed through the camp was not an expected one.
It was like glass shattering.
Something…something changed.
The Hound Lord…
Why did he feel so weak?
"This is quite the useful skill," the red-haired man said nonchalantly.
"Ah, you must be curious…"
"Well, it's nothing much. To put it simply, I just shattered his Divinity."
Hans was not dead, but he might as well have been. His death was only a matter of when the Judgement Order was finished enacting their revenge.
As for the Hound Lord, his body wrinkled and shrunk. He looked like someone who hadn't had a proper meal in decades.
What was this situation?
Just a few seconds ago they were all fated to die, yet, now…
Because of a single unknown entity, their fates were utterly reversed.
