Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 753 - 419: Madness (Part 3)

Kael’s laughter froze on his face.

In the next instant, the monster had already moved.

The sound of splitting air exploded at close range, and the figure of 3373 transformed into a gray shadow, its claws directly aiming for the throat.

"Get lost!" Kael roared, forcibly activating the fighting energy within him.

Gray fighting energy burst from around him, enveloping his body like a coarse shell.

He swung his sword horizontally and upwards, the blade clashing directly with the claws.

"Chang—!"

A piercing metallic scraping sound echoed throughout the hall.

was forcibly cleaved by this sword from shoulder to abdomen, its scales and flesh torn apart together, the body thrown into the air, crashing heavily against the edge of the blood pool.

Kael staggered to stand firm, his chest heaving violently.

"Did you see clearly?" he screamed hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, "I am your master!"

lay on the ground, its body twitching slightly, yet it did not die.

The broken body wriggled in the pool of blood, its vertical pupils still locked fiercely on Kael.

What Kael did not see was that more figures were already closing in.

Fully formed figures leap up from all around; half-formed Dragon Blood Youth surged wildly out of the iron cages.

They cared not for their companions’ corpses or for collisions with each other, only obeying that most primitive command.

Kill.

Tear apart.

The first youth pounced forward, its neck severed by Kael in one stroke.

The second grabbed his cloak, only to be sent flying by the fighting energy.

The third, the fourth...

Strength lost its meaning in the face of sheer numbers.

Sharp claws tore open the armor, teeth sunk into shoulders and arms.

Kael’s fighting energy swiftly dissipated under continuous impacts, his steps starting to retreat.

"I am Raymond!" he roared, his voice already distorted, "I am..."

The voice was drowned out.

moved again, its broken body springing up in an impossible manner, arms tightly wrapping around Kael, dragging him into the monster wave.

Claws, fangs, twisted limbs pressed in simultaneously.

The sound of flesh being torn was unending.

Kael’s figure quickly vanished beneath the surging black shadows, leaving only fragmented screams and the muffled sound of breaking bones.

When the monsters scattered again, only a blurred mass of flesh remained before the control panel.

Kael Remont died at the hands of monsters crafted by his father.

Yet his death did not halt the chaos; instead, it acted like a broken dam gate.

After a brief stagnation, the monsters’ attention shifted from the mass of flesh, beginning to seek new targets.

And those targets were not in the upward passage.

The nearest sounds, the nearest scent, were right inside the hall.

The researchers in alchemy robes, who had just been operating valves and recording data, finally realized what was happening.

They retreated, turned, fled, some falling by the blood pool, others trying to hide beneath the control panel.

Too slow.

The first Alchemist was knocked to the ground by a half-formed youth.

Claws tore open the robe, directly plunging into the abdominal cavity. The youth lowered its head, tearing at the still twitching innards with its teeth, letting out a satisfied and hoarse growl.

On the other side, two researchers were simultaneously pinned down by a fully formed figure.

The jointed limbs pinned their bodies, scales scraping against the ground.

In the next instant, the neck bones were snapped, the sound crisp as breaking thin twigs.

Here there was no hatred, no hesitation.

These monsters made no distinctions of master, command, or status.

In their incomplete and simple cognition, there was only one criterion: whether something blocked their way.

The screams of the Alchemists were quickly drowned out by the roars.

Blood flowed into the blood pool along the talisman array, dyeing the surface in circles of dark red ripples.

Dragon Blood Youth stepped over their bodies, moving as if crossing obstacles.

When the last researcher fell, the hall was left with only the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the pump.

The monsters below ground roared, surging up through the passage.

Gray Rock City and its residents faced their true apocalypse.