Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Chapter 762: Chapter 502: The Desperate Situation in the Fortress Warehouse_2

But inevitably, each of them suffered numerous grazes, making the entire battlefield appear fraught with peril.

However, bolstered by the trio’s exceptionally high fighting spirit and outstanding capabilities, the densely-packed army of Saint Night could not approach them for the time being.

Particularly the Tier 4 Powerhouses, Serena and Stella, they were like two telepathically synchronized battlefield lawnmowers, continually sending death invitations to the enemies who charged at them.

Moreover, the three of them also had some Tier 3 magic scrolls provided by Leo Ray.

Upon activating the scrolls, the powerful magic shockwaves inflicted considerable casualties on the enemy while also making the besieging Saint Night soldiers wary of them.

The battle remained in a stalemate for a while until Serena suddenly sensed a murderous aura from her rear side and subconsciously looked back.

Among the Saint Night soldiers, a burly figure with an extraordinary momentum had already charged straight towards Serena!

Noticing this, Serena’s reaction was swift.

With a solemn look on her delicate face, she retracted her Tier 5 crossbow and directly confronted the attacker with her Tier 4 short blade.

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Amid the intense and crisp sound of weapon clashes and sparks flying, Serena, with her furrowed brows, managed to hold her ground against the opponent only for a moment.

She was caught off guard by a surge of powerful energy emanating from her foe, and was sent flying backward.

The next second, her exquisite form heavily crashed against the warehouse gate behind her, before collapsing on the ground in a curled-up position.

“Sis!”

Seeing Serena, who had fallen and coughed up a mouthful of blood, Stella furrowed her brows and hesitated not to charge straight towards the extraordinarily strong burly figure.

However, Stella, who also held a short blade, only managed a dozen exchanges with the figure before she was suddenly sent flying by a kick to her abdomen.

On the other side, Stella bit her lip and struggled to resist.

But the result was the same; she was knocked away like a kicked ball, slamming into the metal warehouse gate with a muffled thud, before falling to the ground beside Serena, pale-faced as ever.

“How can this be?!”

As everything happened in the blink of an eye, Linda only realized what had happened after the fact.

Her twin comrades had been knocked to the ground by their opponent with lightning speed, and judging from their gritted expressions, both had sustained significant injuries.

At that very moment, with her long eyelashes trembling, Linda could hardly believe her eyes.

Based on the formidable aura emanating from their adversary, their strength should have been one step away from Tier 5, in a state superior to the average Tier 4 Peak Powerhouse.

And even though they had already expended a considerable amount of energy, Serena and Stella were still Tier 4 Powerhouses and extremely nimble assassins.

By rights, the twin sisters, telepathically linked and adept at concealment and astonishing speed, coupled with the support of a Tier 5 weapon, should not have been defeated so easily…

As she thought up to this point with some confusion,

Linda, feeling a chill running down her spine, suddenly understood the dilemma.

“So the only possibility left is that the opponent is also an assassination type adept at close combat!”

“Only with such a combination, along with a suppression of power, could they pull off such feats so effortlessly!”

Upon realizing this, Linda, feeling her scalp tingle, immediately looked up.

The powerful figure that had appeared suddenly was indeed dressed in a black and brown uniform, while on his face was an eerie twisted skull mask that was extremely terrifying.

A twisted skull mask?!”

Seeing this, Linda was taken aback. She then tightly gripped her longsword and stood between the opponent and Serena and Stella.

As someone who managed a Sanders’ Trading Conference and had extensive experience, this skull mask was not unfamiliar to her.

It was the trademark of a notorious dark mercenary organization: the Dark Devourer Association!

“It is said that although this organization rarely operates in Coldflame, it is well-known in Saint Night, engaging in everything from city massacres to assassinations and kidnappings, committing every conceivable crime.”

As she contemplated, Linda swallowed and continued, “Moreover, the Dark Devourer Association seems to serve solely the nobility of Saint Night, specifically targeting those who resist, with extremely brutal methods.”

They can easily handle even tasks that are challenging to top-tier assassination families, their power incredibly fearsome to the point that ordinary Tier 4 powerhouses of Saint Night would collapse upon hearing their name.”

“By the way, there are also rumors that although the Dark Devourer Association is familiar with the Saint Night, they are not part of the human clan. I don’t know if this is true or false…”

Just as Linda’s thoughts reached this point,

On the other side, the twisted skull mask-wearing powerhouse snorted disdainfully and said, “I was wondering why it took so long, turns out there were a few little mice!”

With that, he looked towards the slightly distant Serena and Stella, whom he had just injured, and advanced slowly while saying, “What’s more, they’re a pair of twins. It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered such fine prey.”

“Your Excellency, we represent the Coldflame Royal Family, who has never offended your Dark Devourer Association. Do you intend to make an enemy of the entire Coldflame?”