Seeing Eliana being carried away by the hideous winged beast, Val felt angered. His anger wasn’t on the same level as the time when he was forced to chop off his arm. But he was angered. And those that anger him usually face the same fate. They are killed!
“You dare lay your filthy claws on what’s mine… you’ll pay for this with your life!” He growled, his voice a low, thunderous rumble that echoed ominously across the battlefield.
Without wasting a moment, Val yanked out his flying broom from his subspace. His muscles flexed, veins popping up on his skin as he hurled it with all his might towards the beast soaring away with Eliana in the sky.
Whoosh!
The broom hurtled through the air like a bolt of lightning, and it l. in mid-air, becoming as solid as steel.
Puchilmcccccccmm
A sickening squelch was heard as the broom penetrated the beast’s head and came out the other side.
[Ding! Congratulation, Host. You’ve killed a level 22 winged reaper. You have gained 130 EXP. As you’ve killed a monster an entire stage above you, you’ve gained an additional 120 EXP.]
This notification sounded as Val watched as the beast’s life was snuffed out instantly after it got attacked.
Val was a level 2 bloodline user. Level 11-20 beasts could be considered to be in the same stage as him. Similarly, level 2 zombies and dungeon monsters were his equal.
As the winged beast expired from Val’s deadly attack, its hold on Eliana loosened and she was sent spiraling down into the sea of undead and savage beasts below.
Her eyes widened in absolute terror as the images of gnashing jaws of the beasts and clawed and rotten hands of the zombies loomed closer to her with each passing moment.
The horrific sight took over her vision, and it seemed as though her doom was inevitable. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the gruesome impact that she thought would spell her end.
Acceptance of her impending death cast a chilling silence over her.
However, just as the nightmare seemed to become reality, Val’s strong arm encircled her waist, stopping her abrupt descent. He had leapt from inside the train, diving through the onslaught of wind and enemies to reach her in mid-fall. His grip on her was unyielding, determined.
Whoosh!
With the deafening whoosh of wind howling around them and their clothes whipping in the rush, Val’s gaze remained steadfast on her terrified face.
Her safety was vital – all his efforts would be in vain if she died. 𝒩𝑂𝗏𝗅xt.𝓒𝓞𝑀
Besides, the God of Light had possibly sent her as his guide, and as such, she was his precious asset.
She belonged to him. She was his to use as he pleases. Whether to kill her or let her live in peace, it was entirely up to him to decide what happens to her.
Since God itself had decreed this woman to him, no one except him would decide her fate.
No one!
Not to mention, given her superior bloodline, she was too valuable to be wasted in such a scenario.
Thus, despite the obvious peril, he opted to save her.
However, it wasn’t as if he was risking everything without a plan.
There was still one way out.
He mentally commanded his mystical weapon, and the broomstick swooped down through the chaos. With a jarring lurch, Val, still clutching Eliana tightly, managed to land on the broomstick that now acted on his commands.
Their landing was far from smooth, the broomstick bucking and swaying wildly under their combined weight. However, despite it being his maiden flight and the fact that he was carrying an extra baggage, Val managed to steady the broomstick, ensuring both their safety in this precarious situation.
He felt her trembling in his hand. Maybe she still hadn’t realize she had been saved. She reminded him of a terrified little rabbit that he would kill and roast if he had nothing else to eat.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re safe,” he brought his face close to her and whispered into her ears.
To Eliana, his voice felt like a calming balm amidst the chaos.
Instead of the pain she had been expecting, she was met with the secure sensation of being held by her man. Stirred by the familiarity of her man’s voice, she dared to peel her eyes open in order to look at who it was, her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering uncertainly.
As her vision cleared, Val’s figure came into focus.
He was backlit by the eerie light of the ongoing battle, his black hair fluttering wildly with the wind. His face was stern, yet as he looked at her, his precious assest, his eyes were tender, as though he held the world in his grasp just to keep her safe.
It was an image that etched itself deep within her heart and she continued staring at him.
‘Maybe she has fallen in love with me,’ Val chuckled internally.
Tears brimmed in Eliana’s eyes, reflecting the fiery chaos that surrounded them.
“Thank you,” she whispered back in a voice thick with emotions.
He had saved her life by risking his own. She didn’t know how to thank him.
She looked at Val, her sky-blue almond eyes overflowing with gratitude that she felt for him. It was clear that her view of him had been completely transformed by this daring rescue.
Meanwhile, the chaos of battle continued around them.
The winged reapers that had swooped down on the train earlier were now engaged in fierce combat with the guardians while other bloodline users on the train were keeping the horde from getting inside the train.
Om top of the train, the powerful wings and deadly claws of the winged reaper clashed with the guardians’ steel and magic, creating a spectacle of sparks.
In a gruesome display, some of the reapers managed to bypass their opponent’s defenses, their sharp claws latching onto the heads of guardians. With a chilling caw and a savage jerk, heads were torn from their bodies, spines grotesquely ripping from the flesh. Blood splattered in an arc from the point of dismemberment, staining the ground below and the sides of the train with vivid red.