Dear readers. The story will be finished soon. But I'm sorry, because I have to take a little time to rest, at least until Eid al-Adha (around 16 - 17 June). I'll be back, if God willing.
It is already past 11 o'clock at night, but the house is still so busy and merry with Yerzan's cries. At least, Mary manages to stop the kid’s crying and puts him to sleep.Dastan and the others are finally able to continue their discussion more calmly. Yes, since Dean and Camran left, Dastan deliberately made this house as their meeting place instead of using Belestia Palace.He’s also stayed here with the three Dastan people he trusted most; Neda, Fardad, and Zandhos.There is also one Amanet Warrior, Daskar, and two representatives from the Yarzhan tribe currently attending the meeting in the living room.And there is also Marvini, a woman from the Miarnin tribe who doesn't have red hair."Has there been any news from Camran?" she asks."I tried to contact Kosha this afternoon," Zandhos sighs. “But his phone number was out of reach. I bet they are still in the middle of the jungle right now.”“What exactly does Camran want to do to our Miarnin?” Marvini averts her attention to Das
He slowly gets up, chuckling softly, before his cackle turns crazier. Looking so amused, he feels so excited to experience how great that pseudo-immortality he has."So, is this what it feels like to be immortal?" He mutters, before turning around to show off.But there, the mad in his face slowly fades away as he realizes what has happened to his father.“Dad? What? What are you doing here?”He really has no idea what he has just done. There’s still some of the bituminous liquid in front of his body, but he still doesn’t realize that he was the one who injured his father while he was unconscious.“Zulfik?” Amanet mutters with his mouth full of blood. “When did you get that…”Unfortunately, the wound Amanet has just received is a fatal one, with blood has flooded his lungs.Unable to continue his words, he slowly closes his eyes and collapses, lying lifeless on the corridor floor.“No!” Zulfik kneels down, holding his head. “No! What have I… Daad! No, please! Nooo!”The face which has
Less than an hour later, he has landed right in the middle of enemy soldiers, at one of their military bases.Seeing his appearance landing with bituminous liquid, these soldiers mistake him as one of their comrades.In this state of neglect, they are blown away by Zulfik's fury. He grabs the cannon of a tank gun, and then lifts the tank before swinging it around like a hammer.“Valery! Come here and fight me!!!”He is bombarded by so many bullets, but none of those bullets can penetrate his thick skin which has also been covered in his bituminous liquid.Unfortunately, his madness doesn’t last long. As soon as Valery appears and walks so calmly towards him, Zulfik seems so powerless to oppose him.“Ugh! What's this? I…Why can't I move my…”Once close enough, Valery puts his hand on Zulfik's shoulder, and without exerting the slightest strength, he forces Zulfik to kneel in front of him."Well, at least you are not as troublesome as Florian," utters Valery. “Don't blame me for your fa
The two fighter jets from Estuaria have just reached the Acrary southern border just before noon, after more than three hours of flight from Medreisten.Meanwhile, on land, troops led by Antonin Tavitian and Harley Conrad have difficulty breaking through Dastan's defenses at Hullback Town, a small town on Zalfari's northernmost border.This is the only entrance to Zalfari from the east, with only one roadway in the Grotie Hill. It is at this point that Dastan focuses his defense by building a simple fortress on the edge of the hill, which has now also been strengthened by reinforcements from Estar.“Not yet? Why are they taking so long? I've lost all my lovely drones!”Harley Conrad, even with his advanced mechanical suit equipped with two mana powered jets which allow him to fly, still isn’t able to get near the fort.He is constantly bombarded by lightning bolts, as well as fireballs casted by Madiyar and Mary. There are only these two mages who can do magic in the rebel group, but
Just as those two fighter jets are busy hunting Namsqeem, Musgly comes to one of them and lands on its left wing.[Oh, shit! There’s another one!][It looks different. What is this thing exactly?]The pilot witnesses how Musgly destroys that left wing. The two men in the cockpit press a certain button, and are immediately ejected out of the plane. Just as their parachutes open, Musgly comes and tears their parachutes apart.“No! Fuck! Hey, Winston! Help!”“Calm down! We will be fine! They said we are immortals!”“But, are you sure we are going to survive this?”“I’ve witnessed it myself! It might be painful, but we will be okay.”That’s what he said, before his head is separated from his body. Musgly catches the head, and then throws it away, before he comes to the other one and starts cutting him to pieces.The two men on the other fighter jet notice their falling comrades. Meanwhile, they are still having difficulty shooting at Namsqeem.It's not that they can’t hit their target, bu
He stays there as a support, sharing his battle and endurance auras, while the other one, the blue aura, is an aura which covers the three of them with a strong mana shield.These auras enable Nicholson and Fritz move much faster than their natural speeds, and they don't need to bother controlling mana for protection, so they can concentrate on attacks. After all, all these vampires are extremely exhausted.However, some of them still have MAB rifles which still have enough mana stored in their weapons. And they only need to fire mana projectiles from a distance, without relying too much on their own physical strength.But…“Why don't you taste my bullets first?”Fritz channels more mana into his two revolvers, and releases two shots at the same time. He shoots straight at the two incoming mana projectiles, with bullets that have been strengthened by mana as well.The two bullets disperse the mana projectiles, and continue to shoot towards the two vampires. And…Blarr!Blarr!!They ex
Valery can clearly feel her strong presence, but he is still in the state of confusion at the moment. After all, the last time he met Zamira was already more than two thousand years ago.He just assumes this strong presence is just one of the high-skilled Defteros taking part in the battle in Hullback Town.Until then, one of his pawns, an ancient specter named Shaheen, comes to him to informs about something.“Master! I just felt the present of Namsqeem in Belestia Hill,” he says.“Namsqeem?” Valery mutters curiously, feeling quite familiar with the name.“It’s Cresta’s lovely pet,” Shaheen informs.“Oh, that little one,” Valery sneers.“I don’t think you can call him that way now,” Shaheen reprimands. “It’s been two thousand years already. And there’s another strong spirit creature with him at moment. I’m not so sure if he is a specter or a mane. But there’s something strange with his form. It’s similar to what Cresta did to Namsqeem in the past.”Valery's facial expressions change.
After such a shocking surprise attack, which has destroyed the military ranks complete with their tanks and trucks, the situation suddenly becomes so quiet.Only the sound of moans of pain can be heard, accompanied by the sound of flames shooting out from the burning oil tanks of several trucks.And there is a man in a black long blazer, with most of his head wrapped in a cloth, standing in the middle of the chaos.“Go back to your homes!” he exclaims in a loud voice. “This is the final warning. You will not get anything good even if you win this war. It doesn't mean there will be a chance for you to win it. If you leave now, I’ll guarantee your safety from my wrath.”His voice is so loud, as if he is speaking with a megaphone. It even reaches the ears of a few soldiers in a tank more than 50 meters away.“Who is this guy?”“Who cares? Let’s see if he still can say a word after eating this one!”Soon, the tank open fires, shooting one HEAT (High Explosive Anti-tank) projectile, which