God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 392: Blood Rope [1]

On the eastern wing, a gust of wind blew through the battlefield. None of the men dared take a step forward. They remained at their positions, frozen in place.

The fighters from the eastern camp had pale expressions on their faces. Some of them were fearful and hesitant, while others simply wanted to get away from there.

And you could not really blame them, because they had just witnessed trucks explode, killing almost half of their army, including a Hero Ranker, with the second heavily injured as he had been among those at the front.

Their fear was justified, more than justified. If even a Hero Ranker could not stand against whatever trap the enemy had set, how did anyone possibly expect them to fare any better?

Henry was currently standing at the front, his face looking like that of someone who had eaten chili pepper. Thick red veins bulged on his forehead.

Beside him stood IceQueen, her expression a mixture of disappointment and admiration. It was quite clear that she was disappointed in the eastern camp.

Because of their reputation around this region and their overwhelming numbers, she had thought they were very powerful and would easily get rid of Sir Broken without breaking a sweat.

Yet she was also impressed, because Broken Heaven had once again outsmarted everyone. He had single handedly, without the help of any of his subordinates, killed more than fifty eastern camp soldiers, a Hero Ranker, and left another fatally wounded, making it impossible for him to participate in the fight as a whole.

Because they could not see or were unaware of Seraphina’s existence, everyone believed the one who had caused all this destruction was Gabriel.

"So what do we do now?" IceQueen asked, turning toward Henry while masking the disgust on her face.

With each moment she spent with the lord of the eastern camp, she realized that he was not much of a great leader.

In fact, he reminded her of her earlier personality, when she was always consumed by anger and rushed into battle driven by emotion, only to lose miserably.

After observing past clips of her retired brother’s gaming, she had tried to become more like him, someone far more logical and several times smarter.

After implementing that mindset, ChaosKnight had stayed out of trouble, maintaining their position as the largest player based guild.

Looking at Henry now, she saw her former self, which made her feel disgusted. For the first time, she understood how her subordinate, ChaosCleric, must have felt back then.

"We... we..." Henry stuttered, staring into the distance that was still partially covered in dust, making it hard for anyone to see clearly.

He thought about retreating from the central entrance and surrendering to the enemy, but who knew how many traps were already in place? What if another disaster repeated itself?

If he had been the one at the front earlier, he was certain that even as a Hero Ranker, he would either be dead or fatally injured.

"Bastard... fucking bastard. God save you if I catch you. I will pluck all your fingernails one after the other," he thought as his body trembled in rage.

"At least that other one is a better leader," IceQueen thought subconsciously, referring to Dominance, as she noticed Henry was hesitating instead of giving immediate orders.

The more time he wasted, the more he risked not only the lives of the citizens but also the stability of his camp as well.

Finally, it seemed as if he had thought of something.

"Clear up the air!" Henry suddenly shouted. "I want to see the ground."

At his command, two wind mages stepped forward, but they did not cross the boundary. Instead, they extended their arms, began chanting, and a magical pattern formed above the area, wide enough to cover the entire road.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Like a vacuum, the magical formation sucked in all the dust. In about three minutes, the entire space was cleared, and even the air appeared much cleaner compared to the rest of the camp.

As the last traces of dust were swallowed up, the ground beneath their feet was finally revealed.

What greeted them made several soldiers suck in cold breaths.

At the center of the cleared zone lay a thick rope, completely soaked in blood, stretched across the road like a boundary line. It pulsed faintly, the dark red color glowing as if it were still alive, as though the blood had not dried at all.

A strange pressure hung in the air. No one moved closer.

Whispers began to spread among the soldiers, low and uneasy, each man leaning toward the next as if afraid the rope itself could hear them.

"Is that... some kind of cursed item?"

"No, look at it. It’s still glowing. Blood doesn’t do that."

"Maybe it’s a trap trigger. Maybe once you cross it, everything explodes again."

"I heard Broken Heaven uses weird skills. What if it’s one of those?"

"What if touching it drains your blood? Look at how thick it is."

Fear crawled through the ranks of the eastern camp soldiers. Some men subconsciously took half a step back, gripping their rifles tighter, while others stared at the rope as if it might suddenly leap at them.

Henry felt his chest tighten. The sight of that rope stirred something ugly in his gut, a deep sense of danger screaming at him to stay away. But the longer the soldiers hesitated, the more his anger boiled.

"You are all standing there like idiots," Henry snapped sharply. "It is just a rope."

No one responded, but in their minds, they sneered. If it was just a rope, then why was he hesitating?

Their silence only fueled his rage.

Henry turned and pointed at one of the guards closest to the front, a young man whose hands were shaking despite his attempt to hide it.

"You," Henry barked, spit flying everywhere. "Go and check it."

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The lack of a Chapter yesterday was due to school related issues.

Another Chapter coming up in a bit.