NOVEL NEXT Chapter 70: Attack At Night
What Scott had released was the final toxin which would make Valentina and Victoria's illness deteriorate extremely, with intense fever, pains and weaknesses at the joints, vomiting, hallucinations, and much more.
This was a trait of his summon that he hid. He wasn't a healer like many others, his summon knew how to absorb pain and take away the wound, but it didn't heal them. All that pain and sickness were absorbed, refined, and used to strengthen his summon's innate skill, which was to spread undetectable and vile health issues.
Mr. Scott cleared his throat. "Should I arrange the men?"
"Of course," Dean replied. "We should end it all tonight before the public knows she harboured the thought of resigning."
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After giving his mother and Victoria their medication, Godfrey was shocked to discover that a short while later, their health state grew even worse.
His mother had an intense fever, while Victoria vomited so much he began to panic. To even move them from their rooms to a different place became a huge problem, as they had difficulties moving.
He couldn't understand how they both fell this ill. For sixteen years, Godfrey had never seen Victoria fall ill. His mother, on the other hand, always suffered from cold in a season like this, where it rained a lot, but it had never been this bad.
Once Godfrey was out of options, he went to take the car keys, and from the floor-to-ceiling window, he gazed into the night.
The calm drizzle seemed to water the world, but his eyes narrowed when a black van parked beside the fence of his compound.
He drew close to the window, his face turning grave as nine men in black jumped over the wall. Watching them leap unnaturally high and land with ease, he knew these were summoners.
They wore black masks with white skulls, but one of them had a crimson skull and he held a pistol.
Godfrey squinted.
The one with the crimson skull pulled out a curved sword and, with a horizontal swing, unleashed a crescent arc that sliced through the maze, incinerating the grass even under the drizzle.
He looked at his men and they advanced toward the door.
Crimson Skull pointed his gun, which had a silencer, at the door and fired, destroying the lock before slowly moving in.
"I heard they're three, two women and a boy," he said. "The boy shouldn't be as ill. But he should be sleeping. Two of you go up, kill the bodyguard and—"
A bright golden light made them turn to the door still left open. Out in the yard, a towering hunk of steel with a sword bigger than a man walked out, his golden eyes humming with electricity from within the darkness of his hood.
The assassins suddenly felt small before this eight-foot humanoid tank who lifted his sword and pointed it at them.
One of them lost control of his body. A strange force pulled him backward, right into Tempest's gauntleted hand.
Tempest held the man's head, lifting him off the ground as golden lightning coursed through the assassin's body, so much that it spread on the ground, spreading through the water.
The other five couldn't believe their eyes as Tempest casually tossed aside the lifeless man. All five of them released bullets, but the bullets they carried as weapons to execute their will and kill whatever stood in their way bounced off like tiny stones tossed by a child to an adult.
A crimson diagram appeared beside Crimson Skull. From it, a huge drake with thick crimson scales and one long horn came out.
Its claws glowed like they were fresh out of a volcano. This was a 6.0 summon with great defense and offense.
Though considered a lesser member of the dragon species, it was still a renowned summon.
This drake lunged at Tempest, clawing at him.
Tempest blocked the strike with his greatsword. His greatsword pulsed, and the drake was shot backward by an unseen force, striking the wall.
Cracks tore open across the wall, but that wasn't all. Before the drake could recover, it was suddenly pulled toward Tempest.
The Chief Knight took one step and swung his sword, cleanly slicing off the head of the drake while the body flew out of the house due to the momentum.
Everyone in the room grew cold, taking steps backward as their leader bled from his orifices.
"This wasn't the plan," one of them said, looking at the other. Before they could flee, golden tendrils burst out of Tempest's back as he became crimson, a frightening sight as the wings took the room from darkness to intense brightness.
The wings tore through the other four, electrocuting them until all that remained were bones that seemed to have been hundreds of years old!
Like glass, one of the skulls shattered under Tempest's ironclad boot. The Chief Knight slowly turned to the entrance, from where he saw a man perched on top of the fence.
He wasn't there before. And he had a seven-foot-tall crimson-furred werewolf standing beside him in a crouching form, ready to pounce.
The man outside wore a bulletproof vest and had one fake eye. He jumped down, his bare foot hitting the wet ground.
Gideon, the crimson werewolf's summoner, looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window. It was dark up there, but he could see the teen standing right behind it.
"The boy's alive, and not just that…" Godfrey looked at Tempest. "He eliminated the first team."
"What?!" Scott replied from the other side of the phone.
"Don't worry, I'll deal with the problem." He ended the call.
This man was a known solo hunter ranked amongst Amazon's top, someone even the president of Pagoda Guild's branch had personally invited.
Despite Scott's shock, he had no doubt Gideon, a man whose summon rose to 7.0 during a full moon, which this night happened to be, would fail to kill a teen who had awakened just some months ago.
Did he even know what it was like to fight with your life on the line in the treacherous terrain of a dungeon?