The moment Mephisto finished speaking, a large number of Reunion Movement Soldiers surged out from the shadowy trees behind him.
The smile on Mephisto’s face twisted even more.
He spoke to the Rhodes Island Operators, who were in a desperate situation, in a lighthearted tone: “The rules are simple.
My little friends here have only one mission: to tear you all to pieces!” His crimson eyes swept over the faces of every Rhodes Island Operator, contorted with shock and fury.
“And as for you, kill them, and then survive.
How about it?
Isn’t it simple yet exciting?” He tilted his head, a radiant smile on his face.
“Even if only one of you is left breathing, you win!” “You…!” Amiya stepped forward in anger.
“The Catastrophe is about to descend!
There’s no time left.” Dobermann and Brother ACE’s eyes sharpened, and they instantly adopted a combat stance.
“Clang!” A clear, resonant clang, as if it could tear souls apart, suddenly rang out.
The blade of slaughter in Ivan’s hand was instantly unsheathed.
There was no dazzling light, only a deep, pitch-black saber glow that seemed to devour all light.
The moment the saber was unsheathed, Ivan’s figure, like a ghost, merged into the dense swarm of Reunion Movement Soldiers that surged forward.
Fast, unbelievably fast.
That was not human speed at all; Ivan’s movements left only blurry afterimages on everyone’s retinas and fleeting, yet precise and deadly, black arcs.
There was no violent clash, no agonizing screams from soldiers.
It was only an instant.
When Ivan’s figure reappeared like a phantom a few steps in front of Mephisto, slowly pointing the “blade of slaughter,” which emanated a profound chill, towards the ground.
The Reunion Movement encirclement that had been there just moments ago had vanished.
The ground was littered with Reunion Movement Soldiers, lying haphazardly.
Ivan looked up, “You’re right, this is indeed a simple game.” He paused, then added, “It ended too quickly, almost boring.” “No…
impossible…” Mephisto’s body began to tremble uncontrollably, his face completely distorted by extreme rage.
He abruptly looked at the motionless “pawns” on the ground.
He let out a hysterical roar: “Get up!
You trash!
Get up for me!
Kill them all!
Do you hear me!
Kill them all!!!” He stomped his feet frantically, pointing at Ivan, his voice shrill and breaking: “You!
How dare you…
how dare you ruin my game…
my artwork…
completely!” “Faust!” “Kill him for me!
Now!
Tear him to shreds.” “Thud!” A crossbow bolt shot out from the distant, fog-shrouded treetops.
Its target was Ivan’s head.
Ivan’s eyes narrowed, and he instinctively reached into his “inventory” to retrieve a shield to block it.
But a figure was even faster than Ivan.
“Clang—!!!” The crossbow bolt was deflected by a shield, flying diagonally into the ground in the distance, creating a small crater.
The shield-wielding figure landed steadily, golden hair fluttering in the air current stirred by the shield.
She looked at Ivan, whom she had protected behind her, her voice steady and powerful: “Are you the Doctor?
I apologize for the delayed rescue!
Nearl, the Radiant Knight of Kazimierz, is here to welcome and protect your safety!” “Miss Nearl!” Amiya’s surprised voice came.
“Thank you for arriving in time!
But…” She quickly explained.
“This is not the Doctor, he is our new companion, Ivan!” Just then!
“Whoosh—!” A second crossbow bolt followed immediately!
This time, the target was even more cunning.
However, this time, Ivan didn’t even look in the direction the arrow was flying from!
With a flick of his wrist.
“Clang!” A black saber glow, even deeper and swifter than before, flashed across in front of him as if teleporting!
“Rip!” It was as if something invisible in the air was precisely cut in half!
The crossbow bolt was actually split down the middle by the “blade of slaughter.” The two halves of the arrow flew past Ivan’s sides, falling powerlessly to the ground.
In the distant treetops, Faust revealed an expression of disbelief.
“Wh-…?
The arrow…
was split?!
How…
how is that possible?!” “Mr.
Ivan!
Miss Nearl!” “The wounded have already been organized by Brother ACE and Instructor Doberr and are being evacuated to the designated withdrawal point!” Those Reunion Movement Soldiers on the ground, who had been cut down by Ivan’s “blade of slaughter” and should have been completely incapacitated, suddenly began to twitch violently!
Like marionettes, they shakily stood up one by one, their eyes vacant.
“(Ursus expletive)” Ivan cursed under his breath.
“Mephisto’s Originium Arts are truly troublesome.” He was about to draw his saber again.
But a steady, strong hand, covered by an armguard, pressed on his saber-wielding wrist.
Nearl said to him, “Ivan, there are still wounded evacuating behind us!
We can’t get entangled here, retreat!” She pointed her shield forward, covering their retreat.
— “Heh…
what a…
utterly boring game.” He kicked the corpse of a soldier at his feet, his eyes full of disgust.
“Mephisto, I’m sorry, I missed.” His gaze instinctively fell to the spot where Ivan had split the crossbow bolt.
Two snipes, one blocked by the suddenly appearing Radiant Knight, and one incredibly split by the target.
Mephisto slowly turned his head to look at Faust.
Unexpectedly, there was no blame or mockery on his face.
“It’s alright, Faust, you don’t need to apologize.” His voice suppressed surging malice, “It’s all those guys’ fault, especially that one named Ivan!” Ivan [If you’re bad, practice more.
If you can’t lose, don’t play.] As that name was mentioned, Mephisto’s fingers tightened abruptly.
“He ruined my stage!
Ruined my fun!
In such…
a vulgar way!” He recalled the soldiers who fell in an instant, that strange black saber, and the sharpness that split the arrow.
All of this exceeded the script of his “game,” making him feel an unprecedented humiliation.
“Hmph!” Mephisto suddenly flung his hand away.
“Never mind, let Sister Talulah deal with it.” He said nonchalantly, as if discussing a trivial matter, “‘The amnesiac Doctor’?
Now, there’s also this ‘interesting’ new toy…” (Water Escape, Who Repaired the Dam, Ha)