Chapter 128: Purple threads
Tianmu looked over the hall. Everyone beside the Peace Keepers had collapsed. The brown-haired kid had unleashed his Soul Pressure in full force and caused even the few that had passed the selection to collapse.
"This is still acceptable." His long sleeves fluttered as he gestured for the enemy. "Reap their souls and offer them to our lord!"
The Red Hoods, twelve of them, rushed forth without a word. The edge of the podium was were they split, some going left while others went right. A few took to the air with a leap that surpassed anything humans were capable of.
"This is the worst..." Elya glanced at the civilians collapsed at her feet. "Old man, sorry but you gotta handle this yourself!"
"Alright, got it!"
Franco was already spinning his sickle by the side. Gunfire erupted at that moment and drew everyone’s attention to the young man at the center.
The raised barrel of an AR-15 trembled. Mark fought to keep his aim steady, his finger never leaving the trigger, his eyes on the enemies who had leaped above them. The few that met their target forced them to raise their Force Fields.
"Tsk!"
The AR-15 fell to the floor with a clack then vanished. A second on dropped into Mark’s arms and just as he was about to fire again chains wrapped around one of Red Hoods then bent and whipped to the side, smashing him to another enemy and sending both flying to the other end of the hall. One of them was the goon they wanted to avoid killing so distancing him from the battlefield was the best choice.
The chains tingled and retracted when Franco whipped with his arm again. The sickle came swinging at the Red Hoods who had just landed behind them and lunged forward. His weapon, a one-handed short sword, shot up in a flash and parried the chained weapon.
The white blade on Lara’s spear launched ethereal arcs at the enemies coming from the right, all of them horizontal to avoid any harm befalling the innocents on the floor.