Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Commander Hardstone watched with very focused attention.

He watched as the young girl dove into the invaders like a hungry Dire wolf released into a herd of pretty sheep.

Every wave of her hand was the manifestation of destruction.

With the way blood and gut went up in the air, one would think maybe it was a fierce tomato fight.

However, it was not.

It was actual human organs escaping from people's bodies.

Commander Hardstone had been in many battles.

With one look below, he could tell that many of these rebels were young inexperienced and undisciplined boys, falling at the hands of a naturally born Killer.

Even though they were some experienced Warriors and soldiers within them, the chaos that the inexperienced ones caused, confused the true warriors.

It was an example of a bad egg spoiling the crate.

Except that in this situation, most of them were the bad eggs.

This was a very annoying sight to look at, emphasizing the constant reminder for discipline in the military.

They were indeed some attacks that managed to make it up to her skin and left deep cuts. After all, not all her enemy was useless.

But Carla in her excitement could care less about such a minute thing.

Whether it was a big or a small cut, it was not in any way an obstacle to the slaughter she provided.

Cultivation was a personal achievement.

Even in Sects and schools, it had always been a personal achievement.

It was only with due diligence that one could climb all the way to the top.

It was like Making money and becoming a millionaire in Chiron's former world, or Working out and developing muscles.

Either of them was not something the vast population were capable of achieving.

The difference between a person like Carla who was diligent and faithful in slaughter with the lot of warriors was like comparing a rich man with a poor man.

Even those that managed to activate their Totems in time and attack, her demonic energy broke through their spiritual energy like a hot knife through butter.

Razad saw this and Gritted his teeth hard.

He did not believe that he could not wear out the petite figure before him.

It was obvious that she had power far more than he anticipated, but then again, he had more lives to sacrifice in order to wear her out.

Subconsciously, he looked over to the balcony.

The Armless Prince that he had sworn to kill looked down at him with two others that had joined him.

Razad could not see Chiron's facial expression clearly, but with the reputation that the Armless Prince had as a cunning fellow, he was sure without a doubt that Chiron was definitely laughing at him.

The thought of it infuriated him to a degree that made him bleed himself by biting down on his lower lip.

Unknown to Razad, Chiron could not be even bordered by his existence.

He had other very important things on his mind.

It was safe to say that the attack of the rebel army attacking the Palace was Fate at work against him, but Chiron knew that when Fate attacked, it came right for his life.

Chiron had figured out that every time Fate had attacked, it had done it by someone else's hands.

For now, he was relatively safe because he was surrounded by people who had a value for his life, but such would not be the case once he left this place.

Also, the more time before fate attacked, the more terrifying the attack on his life.

What he was doing, was preparing for that inevitability.

He could just exchange his Fate points for items from the system, but he did not like the reliance at all. Besides, after that dream he had of the MC of the book in chains and the two goddesses, he was already aware that he was in a chess piece in a much larger, larger scheme.

As always, Chiron was in need of more strength and more power. It was only by this that he could outwit Fate.

After all, a man needed true strength to be called a man.

This was something he was going to achieve at the sacrifice of everything and everyone.

If it meant him stealing power, then he would do it. If it meant him giving power to gain it, then that was what he was going to do.

His resolve was firm and without compromise. Such was his way. Such was his Dao.

As the Three watched the chaos that unfolded below, Commander Hardstone's eyes were immediately pulled to something on the ground.

He noticed that aside from the blood that poured on Carla while she slaughtered, the remaining were not absolved by the earth.

Instead, the flood flowed along little streams to form a bigger stream and moved in a particular direction.

It was as if it all had a life of its own.

It was truly an incredible sight to see, but such a thing was not possible.

After all, even blood was still liquid at the end of the day.

It was supposed to soak into the earth.

But even a red stain on a stone did not happen.

It was as if a strange power called and pulled on the liquid red.

Commander Hardstone watched attentively, and his eyes followed the Blood along its path.

It went all the way to the other side of the Palace.

"Don't worry Commander, I don't mind telling you where it is all going. But in a little bit, showing you would be much much better." Chiron smiled at him.

Meanwhile, the fight below was reaching a kind of climax.

Most of Razad's army had been killed, and many had dropped their weapons in fear. Some kneeled on the ground in repentance, begging Carla to forgive them.

Some others turned about and ran for their lives.

However, would Carla allow any to survive?

Her Demonic energy blazed high and wide, surrounding the battlefield like a Desolate beast hungry to devour the world.

It swept through the battlefield in enormous rage, spreading out her potent Killing intent.

She had not yet had enough.