NOVEL NEXT Chapter 99: Capturing Trespassers
At the outer edges of Roy's territory stood a sum of twenty-one figures.
These weren't just ordinary people — these were all Lords.
Their initial arrival had been an attempt to intimidate and see what they could gain from this once-sealed territory Lord.
But they encountered Lux and his crew on their way, so they had no choice but to abandon all further thoughts.
"Sigh… Do you guys think the Lord might have surrendered by now?" One of the Lords wondered.
They shrugged, and another voiced an opinion.
"I don't think they have much of a choice… I mean, it's Lux."
Everyone nodded in agreement at these words.
Suddenly, a Lord at the forefront of the brooding bunch caught sight of something.
"Um, guys? Who are those?"
The Lord pointed at the silhouette of two individuals — one obviously feminine and the other towering far too tall for a human. Even so, he didn't seem to be standing at full height, his gait hunched.
Layla stepped forward, her winter-blue locks billowing as she glanced at the group of Lords, her gaze cold and her aura oppressive.
"You all are guilty of trespassing into our territory. We are here to detain you all.
The choice is in your hands. You can come with us peacefully — this way your bail might just be lighter. Or you could all be dragged into cells…"
Her words were followed by silence… The Lords all stood in shock, confused at what was going on for a second.
Then they caught the wears of the two before them. They were dressed in familiar clothing — they were dressed as cops?
Wait… that meant…
The Lords suddenly burst into reckless laughter.
This was funny — too funny.
Who were these clowns? Had they been so isolated from the outside world that they forgot where they were?
A Lord, full of laughter, jested:
"Bahahahahah! Are… are you guys stupid or something, coming here cosplaying before us and quoting cop lines?
If I were you, I would be hurrying to go join my Lord to plead for survival before Lux… Yet here you are, full of ridiculousness.
If you know what is good for scra—"
His words couldn't be completed as a shadow was cast over him.
Bowl-sized palms gripped the poor Lord's head…
Bam!
His face was slammed into the soil, the hand twisting left and right, smearing the poor Lord's face even deeper.
The laughter stopped as everyone gazed at the body of their comrade, choked with sand, head still buried in soil, probably unconscious… Their gaze traced the attacker, their hearts quivering for a brief moment.
A tall figure — definitely too tall but human regardless — dressed in navy-blue uniform, a tilted beret on his head, and on his chest a gold badge holding the glistening words: Captain Frederick.
The massive figure reached for handcuffs, obviously too small in his grasp but perfectly sized for the unconscious Lord.
Everyone stared at what was happening, faces burning with shame and anger. They actually felt fear toward a Hunter?
As Lords, this was a big embarrassment. After all, Lords had numerous advantages in their power progression.
"You oversized bastard! How dare you sneak on a Lord! Do you know what you've done? You've blasphemed a superior being, and that deserves death!" A Lord raged, veins popping across his head as his figure literally burst into flames.
In a blink, his figure catapulted through the air, leaving fiery footsteps in his wake, as he arrived before the Hunter who had taken down and cuffed one of them.
Legs planted firmly to the ground to command more strength, the Lord twisted backwards from the waist, his palm wide open as his arced arm drew back.
Flame pulsed through his frame, and like an arrow released from its string, his arm swished forward, clenching into a fist mid-swing.
The Lords behind watched with relaxed and disdainful expressions, expecting this punch to do some near-death damage.
They watched as what they considered a fatal blow connected. In their defense, the attacking Lord was a level 59 figure, so his punch was no joke.
But when it struck true to the opponent's waist — because of course that was where the Lord's height allowed him to reach… nothing happened.
No anticipated bone-crunching sounds, zero spilling blood, not even a cave of flesh. The man's uniform wasn't even singed.
It was as though the Lord had delivered a full-force punch to a boulder. And due to the third law of motion by Sir Newton, a bone-crunching sound rang out… but it wasn't from the opponent.
"Guarrrgggggghhh!"
The Lord fell with a thud to his knees, holding his mangled arm as he screamed in pain.
Pow!
A wide palm delivered a face-disfiguring slap, knocking the Lord silent and into unconsciousness.
"Tch, thank you stars we aren't allowed to kill." Captain Frederick scoffed in annoyance.
Now all the Lords sensed the danger. Something wasn't right with these two… Wait, two?
They suddenly noticed the absence of one from their field of view.
"Ahh—" A yelp from beside them drew their attention, and they saw another unconscious comrade being cuffed by the lady police.
Tingles ran through their spines… This… this wasn't right.
"Don't run! Attack all at once! If you turn your backs to them, it would make it easier for them to take us all out!" Someone from behind yelled.
The Lords obeyed and stood their ground. Cadence of different hues of power bloomed as they all resolved to teach these two a very brutal and hard lesson.
Frederick smiled as he saw the deadly glints in their gazes. A cold smirk drew on his lips as he muttered:
"Good. I like it when they try to resist."
From the side, Layla called out:
"Don't hold back… no matter what, they are Lords." As she said this, a sleek ashen SMG weapon appeared in her grasp.
Epic Gun: INP-9 Molten Lava.
"You don't have to tell me. I know…" Frederick replied, as heavy machinery appeared in his grasp.
Without Roy's access to the shop, the new recruits could only make do with weapons crafted by Ethan's nanobots and other technicians like Richard himself.
What was in Frederick's grasp was a weapon fashioned by Richard — not quite Epic but not Rare either. It was a weapon somewhere in between.
A level 88 mobile machine gun: The M61 Vulcan.
A weapon fitting a man of Frederick's size.
Dread filled the air as the Lords shivered at the sight of the weapons pointed their way…
They swallowed hard… Were those actually guns?!