Chapter 132: Besieging The Blood Orders Base

{Disclaimer: Brutal scenes and gritty vivid details will be present from here on out beware.}

Night had come, the sun vanishing down the horizon, and the sky welcomed a crimson-tinted night sky...

Upon the peak of a withered tree, six figures silently sat in cold observation of what lay beyond.

This... this was actually even more brutal than they could ever imagine, Seth thought silently as they observed the Blood Order’s hideout from afar.

The hideout was a mountain fort, a construction probably long in place before the apocalypse.

It was an intricate hybrid of natural caves and man-made construction...

With various openings for entry and exits...

Figures draped in crimson cloaks littered the entire peak.

The stench of blood was thick in the air, so dense the metallic taste lingered with each breath.

Wails and screams rang out, the noise escaping from the various cave openings that littered the mountain.

Then there was the sight of a new batch of refugees being escorted into the mountain fort in chains, haggard and bloodied.

The crimson-cloaked escorts reveled in the pleasure of inflicting pain on their captives, whipping them unnecessarily, probably in a bid to break their spirits earlier on.

Elaine’s delicate hands clenched tight, her eyes radiating dense killing intent at the raw savage sight.

The captives ranged from women, delicate toddlers, to teens, being mercilessly abused and tortured — all to the pleasure of these scums.

At this provoking sight, the five had to consciously rein in control of their wills, lest their unbridled rage fracture the still delicate reality.

The sight was inhumane. What was worse was the sinister cackles of laughter that burst from the cult members every so often.

The unbridled grins they wore on their lips, their eyes bright with glee — they were enjoying this, enjoying it far too well.

It was clear to Seth and the others: there would be no need for mercy this night.

No, these scums had long lost contact with their humanity, long lost all hope of redemption.

Even the blind Trisha, though unable to see, could feel the pungent, vile presence that defiled the land.

Her nose scrunched up in disgust at the vile stench riding the air into her lungs.

"When do we start the killing?" Brandon questioned grimly, his playful laid-back demeanor long vanquished.

Seth’s clutch on the black steel sword became firmer, his eyes pulsed with cold intent. "I feel there’s no need to tarry."

He was right. Everyone had been allocated their roles. The full detail of the mountain’s embedded structure had been shared. The region where the captives resided had been fleshed out for Elaine and Trisha to deal with.

The areas remaining were long split between Seth and the other boys. Right now, all they needed to do was act.

"Same. We should move now." The night sky grew ever darker in Uriel’s presence, as the wrath brewing in his heart echoed in the sky, dark clouds slowly awakening.

Elaine didn’t need to be told twice. Her slender hands raised, and her hair billowed.

Gales of wind blew heavy, bringing with it the stinging wrath of frost.

The temperature abruptly plummeted, the atmosphere becoming sinisterly eerie.

The crimson-cloaked figures halted in their tracks, the refugees abruptly becoming more docile from terror.

Everyone stared into the dark depths of the foliage of withered trees beyond, unconsciously holding their breaths.

The tension peaked, and the silence grew. The song of crickets died out, the rustling brought by the wind abruptly halted.

Sounds of gulps rang out. Unknowingly, everyone had sensed the wrongness. Their savage expressions tensed.

Everyone’s frame became more defensive...

Then it happened. In the sea of pitch-black darkness beyond the dense foliage, a pair of cold blue eyes snapped open, piercing through the darkness and resting its gaze on them.

Everyone’s breaths hitched, beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads, the cold in the area digging deeper, numbing quicker.

Their hearts lurched when another snapped open, then another, then another again and again, until a sea of cold blue eyes burned in the dark.

"THE CORRUPTED ARE UPON US!!!" a figure screamed in alarm, his voice serving as the trumpet of war.

The ground began to rumble, the trees trembled, their fort quaked.

And their hearts shook, staring at the encroaching danger in tense alert.

Glows of gene skills burned in preparation. Everyone stood their ground, some blitzed into the fort to go alert the higher-ups.

But no one noticed the burning cold stares from five figures above, watching their every move.

None of them suspected an attack from fellow humans. How could that be?

From the border to this region, they had stood with unquestioned might. They were definitely the strongest evolvers in this whole region.

Aside from them, everyone else... was prey.

And besides, they were in the border area of a corrupted zone, so a tidal attack from the corrupted made more sense.

The first of the Frozen burst out from the withered foliage...

A familiar figure, with long crimson blades for arms, an eldritch horror with a gaping hole in its side and a whole shoulder to arm missing.

But its eyes burned with frenzied purpose. It was once a defiled.

After its death, naturally its core essence had been tampered with to form loot drops. But what was left?

Far beyond what these scums could handle.

A pained shriek rang out as a cult member suddenly had a crimson blade thrust right through his solar plexus.

He could barely struggle as a chilling essence tore through his being. All that made him, him, withered.

His eyes dimmed, and what was left was absorbed. He was reduced to shattering shards of frost.

The Frozen’s presence became more defined. Its eyes shone colder, brighter, ice crackled.

And its other arm was birthed anew...

Others of the Frozen army barreled forth from the darkness. The crimson-cloaked men trembled, their conviction faltering.

But before they could make the choice to run, the Frozen arm of Cold Death was upon them.

And using the brutal battle that followed as cover, all five mingled through the crowd, seeping into the fort.

Eyes shone cold in the darkness of the cave pathways, killing intents burning unbridled.

Tonight they would make the Blood Order’s wet dream come true. Blood would flow in rivers.

Blood that wouldn’t be theirs or the refugees...