Chimaera's Conquest: The Legend Of The Devourer-Chapter 256: A Ranker Worth Fighting (5)

As the ghost soldiers swarmed the facility, the hunters from Misty Swords, who were on duty, bravely fought back. Despite their best efforts, the ghost soldiers, like an unstoppable tide, overpowered them one by one.

"Damn it!" Riley Adams, the head of the hospital’s security, hissed as he killed another one of them. "They just keep coming! What happened to the reinforcements?"

"We can’t establish the call, even with hunter equipment," someone replied. "The enemy must have done something about it."

"Damn it, just send someone over to the guild!" Riley yelled back. "We won’t last much long against this onslaught."

Just then, another wave of ghost soldiers appeared. These ghostly figures seemed to come from nowhere, and new ones appeared as quickly as they were struck down, like mushrooms sprouting after a rain.

"There’s too many of them!" one of Riley’s teammates shouted, swinging his sword wildly.

"We need to fall back!" another cried, panic creeping into his voice.

Riley gritted his teeth, trying to keep his team together.

"Hold the line!" he commanded, slashing through yet another ghost soldier that appeared before him.

But the numbers were overwhelming, and it felt like a losing battle.

Just when despair began to take hold, a sudden gust of wind swept through the corridor. The ghost soldiers were blown away like leaves in a storm. Riley turned, his eyes widening in surprise.

Amelia stood there, her hand raised as she channelled some ancient elven magic. However, because of her missing arm and severely lacking mana pool, she only managed to blow the enemies away, unlike chopping them in half as she intended.

"Newbie..." Riley mumbled, a smile appearing on his face. "Thanks for the assist!"

Amelia nodded while panting. Casting even the simplest spell on Earth consumed too much of her mana, and she couldn’t figure out why.

Unlike the rest of her peers, Amelia’s mana was... unique. Instead of using her mana, the spells she cast utilised the magicule in the environment. In other words, she was a mere channel capable of turning natural mana directly into spells.

While it wasn’t an issue in Alfvania and Nexaria, which had plenty of magicule, thanks to constant dungeons popping up everywhere. In comparison, the magicule density on Earth wasn’t as abundant.

Hence, not only did it take longer to cast spells, but she was also required to sacrifice her mana to fill the requirement to cast the spell. It was also one of the reasons why she preferred to use weapons instead of magic.

In Amelia’s eyes, her magic was a burden on her and not a walking stick to help her in emergencies. But she did what she could as the situation required it.

In the meantime, Riley’s team took advantage of the situation and launched a counterattack, pushing back the remaining ghost soldiers. For a moment, it seemed like they were winning. The ghost soldiers began to retreat, and the team was pleased by their victory.

"We did it! We won!" one of the soldiers shouted, punching the air.

Riley smiled, wiping some sweat. "Good job, everyone. Now let’s work on restoring comms- argh!"

Unfortunately, their celebration was short-lived. As Riley turned to assign them their tasks and thank Amelia, a sudden, sharp pain pierced through his chest. He gasped, looking down to see a hand covered in blood protruding from his torso.

"It was fun seeing you monkeys dance," Charles scoffed as his hand clenched around Riley’s heart, crushing it with a sickening crunch. "But I’m running short on time, so this will have to end."

Riley’s vision blurred, and the sounds of celebration went silent in his ears. He stood there as his life slipped away, and his team watched in horror. Unable to do anything to protect him.

None of them knew who Charles was, and all they saw was a man dressed in butler’s clothes with a calm, almost serene expression.

He pulled his hand free, letting Riley’s lifeless body slump to the ground. The butler straightened his immaculate attire with no emotion on his face. He only seemed to care about the blood on his suit.

The team stood in stunned silence, unable to process what had just happened. Amelia’s voice brought their attention back to the present.

"Who are you?" she demanded to know.

"Ah yes, the classic sign of the weak," Charles replied, staring at the half-elf. "Wanting to know everything even if they are about to die."

Just then, one of Riley’s teammates couldn’t hold back anymore. His face contorted with rage and grief, lunged at Charles.

"You bastard!" he screamed, his sword aimed at the butler’s heart.

"Pathetic fools," Charles shook his head.

Charles effortlessly sidestepped the attack, grabbing the soldier by the wrist, and twisted it till all the joints gave away—the sound of bones breaking filled the corridor.

The soldier screamed in pain, dropping his sword, but that wasn’t enough for Charles, who ripped both of the man’s hands apart like they never existed.

"You will all meet the same fate as your leader if you continue this futile resistance," Charles said, snapping the man’s neck.

But instead of being discouraged, the death of their guildmates only served to anger those who remained, and they charged towards Charles.

"Emotional fools..." Charles sighed and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, The ghost soldiers, who had retreated earlier, reappeared. It became clear that they never left because they were scared of Amelia’s attack.

Charles had simply ordered them to clean the remaining floors instead of sacrificing their lives on just one. However, the abundance of soldiers stationed there inadvertently revealed Felicia’s location to him.

’She has to be somewhere close,’ Charles thought and looked around, only to see Amelia rushing towards him.

A moment later, she launched herself at him, aiming to kick him in the head. Charles raised his forearm at the last moment, blocking the strike. But instead of retreating, Amelia used his arm as a foothold, leveraging her agility to jump even higher into the air.

As she soared above Charles, she reached into her belt and pulled out several throwing knives. Without wasting much time, she hurled them at him, aiming for his chest and head.

Charles was surprised but quickly reacted and grabbed a nearby ghost soldier. He managed to protect himself, using the soldier as a meat shield. At the same time, Amelia landed a few feet away, her eyes locked on Charles, who discarded the corpse and smiled.

"This will be interesting," he smiled, showing a rare emotion as his warmongering nature appeared on the surface. "Finally, a ranker worth fighting."