Chapter 1520 The Powerful Knight of God

The earth was burned into liquid under this terrifying high temperature, like a boiling magma lake, emitting terrifying high temperature, and the surrounding air was distorted.

"Hmph, escaped?" A hint of darkness flashed across Beru's face, and the gloomy look seemed to foreshadow an even more violent storm to come.

Just when he was about to find out where the enemy troops had fled to, the atmosphere on the other side of the town was completely different.

"Mmmm, where are you going?" The revolutionary army cadres were anxiously preparing to board the ship to escape. They looked panicked and hurried, as if countless demons were chasing them. Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind them. It was like a voice from the depths of hell, carrying an endless chill.

The leader of the Revolutionary Army's Fourth Legion reacted quickly, raising his weapon. His eyes were filled with vigilance and determination, and he turned abruptly! His movements were filled with a fierce momentum, as if he was determined to cut down any invading enemy.

"Cut!" He shouted in a deep, angry rage, and a sharp, ghostly sound of wind struck him. However, the wind's target wasn't him, but the pistol in his hand. With a single "click," the pistol was instantly severed, its parts scattering everywhere, as if ripped apart by the merciless hand of death.

"Ah!!!!" Then, a shrill scream erupted from behind him, a sound as sharp as the wail of a night owl, chilling to the bone. A squad leader behind him was seen being cleaved in two by an invisible blade! Blood gushed out like a fountain, and organs and flesh were scattered across the ground. The scene was horrific.

The scream came from the woman next to her. Her eyes were wide open, her face full of fear and despair, her mouth was wide open, but she could no longer make any sound, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it!" The legion commander's eyes were wide open and veins bulged on his forehead. He forced himself to calm down and shouted loudly: "Who are you? Get out here!" The voice was full of anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to pull out the enemy hiding in the darkness and tear him into pieces.

"I'm right next to you, aren't I?" A teasing voice rang out in his ears, a voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying an endless chill. "Didn't you see it, you bastard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword pierced the legion commander's body like lightning. The long sword flashed with a cold light, carrying an unstoppable force. "Ahhh!!!" The legion commander screamed immediately, and blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his clothes and the surrounding ground red.

His body trembled, as if controlled by an invisible force, and he slowly turned around. Only then did he realize that the enemy had quietly appeared behind him at some point, his face wearing a ghost mask, looking particularly ferocious in the darkness.

"Who...are you...?" The revolutionary officer's voice caught in his throat. The moonlight was swallowed by dark clouds, leaving only the swaying kerosene lamp on the bow to illuminate the man's pale face. His fingers gently stroked the bloodstained hilt of his knife, and the sound of his leather boots crunching the stagnant water on the ground was like the crisp sound of crushing human bones.

"Me?" The man chuckled, his Adam's apple rolling in a serpentine tremor, his black cloak suddenly lifted by the salty sea breeze. The cold light reflected from the blade swept across everyone's pupils, and his words turned into a poisonous injection into everyone's eardrums: "A god you can't reach."

The moment the last word fell, a spiral of blood suddenly erupted from the legion commander's neck. Like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings, he collapsed to his knees, his gun held high. Amidst the ripping sound of his chest, a half-blade emerged—the long sword that had vanished moments earlier had already pierced his heart.

"Damn it!" The crowd erupted in a chaotic roar, and three gun barrels simultaneously erupted in flames. Amidst the intertwining light and shadow of the bullets, the soles of the men's military boots suddenly loomed in the attacker's retina. The crackling sound of two heads clasped together by their fingers, combined with the muffled thud of a third being sent flying by a knee, breaking the mast, blended into a hellish concerto.

"Gone, disappeared?!" The remaining officer stumbled back, his pupils shrunken to the point of pinpoints. The instant foam rose from the dark sea, the deck planks suddenly creaked incessantly, like thousands of fingernails scratching at the bottom of the ship.

In the shattered moonlight, the floating blood beads suddenly solidified into ice crystals, each of which reflected the ghostly and split afterimage of the man.

"laugh"

The person who first discovered the abnormality had just opened his mouth when the tip of his tongue was pierced through his jaw by half of the silver blade.

The twelve bodies suddenly twitched in sync like puppets, and all the cries of pain were blocked by blood foam in their throats and turned into gurgling bubbles.

As the man gracefully withdrew the claw-like blade from the corpse's back, the anchor chain was carrying the last two survivors into the deep sea, and a few strings of scarlet foam floated in the surging waves.

"This weapon is really useful." The man played with the strange weapon in his hand. There was still blood on the blade, and it was flashing with bloodthirsty light in the dim light.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after he finished speaking, he walked towards the center of the town with a calm yet somewhat weird pace.

The next morning, the sun should have brought hope, but for the Revolutionary Army, it was the beginning of a nightmare. One intelligence officer, his face filled with terror, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world, frantically threw open the door to Dorag's room. With a resounding bang, the door was violently slammed open, a sound that was particularly jarring in the silence.

"What's wrong?!" Dorag was suddenly awakened from his reverie, his brow furrowed, his eyes revealing displeasure and vigilance. He looked at the panicked intelligence officer in front of him, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"Commander-in-Chief! Moya Island is gone. It was captured by the enemy last night!" The intelligence officer's voice trembled and wept, as if he had exhausted all his strength to say these words. His body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with despair, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Dorag's pupils dilated instantly, and a trace of shock and anger flashed across his face. He stood up abruptly, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.