Chimaera's Conquest: The Legend Of The Devourer-Chapter 257: Death Of A Ranker (1)

"It’ll be wise if you move aside now, girl," Charles advised Amelia.

However, Amelia refused to back down, even though her body was in no state to continue their fight. She looked around, her vision blurring as she took in the scene of devastation.

The entire floor was soaked in blood, with the bodies of the guild hunters strewn everywhere like broken dolls. Not all of them were dead, but even those alive were on the verge of passing, and their dying moans didn’t help lighten up the atmosphere.

Charles and his minions had left nothing but destruction in their wake. Amelia herself was barely holding on. Blood dripped from a deep cut on her forehead, and she felt lightheaded as her body ran on adrenaline.

She knew she could pass out at any moment, but she couldn’t afford to fall. Not now. Not till someone arrived to deal with Charles first. But even that thought seemed absurd... who could stop a beast like him?

’If only I had both my arms... then maybe...’

Eventually, her eyes found Charles standing amidst the carnage. Despite giving her all to defeat him, he looked almost untouched, save for his tattered uniform. He had a few minor scratches but nothing more.

The difference in their strength was painfully clear. While Amelia was on the verge of collapse, Charles seemed almost invincible. As if that wasn’t enough, quite a few of his ghost soldiers had survived the ordeal, making her future look even more grim.

’Where is that guy when you need him...’ Amelia smiled, remembering Adrian in what could be her final moments.

They stood in front of Felicia’s hospital cabin, the only place left untouched by Charles and his minions. Amelia was the only thing standing between Charles and Felicia, who was inside, fighting for her life now that there wasn’t any power to support the machines connected to her.

Amelia’s eyes once again fell on Charles. She knew she had to buy as much time as possible, even if it meant only a second. After all, it was the only thing she could do.

Summoning the last of her strength, Amelia lunged at Charles, a desperate, elven war cry escaping her lips. But Charles was faster.

"You never learn, do you?" Charles scoffed.

With a swift, brutal punch to her abdomen, he knocked her out. Amelia crumpled to the ground, her consciousness slipping away. Charles looked down at her, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

It was rare to see people who wouldn’t give up even when their defeat was inevitable. A warmonger like Charles always had respect for such individuals.

But even then, he couldn’t help but feel Amelia couldn’t give him her all. She wasn’t in the perfect physical condition. Had she been, she could have done the impossible and injured him. Just then, a thought entered his mind.

He grabbed her limp body, lifting her effortlessly and handing her to the ghost soldiers.

"Take her back to the base," he instructed his ghost soldiers. "She’ll make an excellent ghost soldier once Lucari is done with her."

The ghost soldiers nodded and moved to comply with the instructions. They turned to leave, carrying Amelia away while Charles turned back to the cabin, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Felicia lay on a small bed, her face pale and sunken. Tubes and pipes connected her to various machines, keeping her alive.

Even though there wasn’t any power in the building, he could see a monitor still working. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor was the only sign that she was still alive.

"Is it powered by beast crystals?" Charles scoffed, feigning surprise. "They spared no expense to protect her, did they? They would have been better off spending that money on upgrading their security instead."

A loud bang echoed from outside as he was about to disconnect the life-sustaining equipment. Charles turned just in time to see the two ghost soldiers fly past the room, crashing into the walls with a force that shattered them.

"Who is it now?" Charles sighed, clearly annoyed by the constant interruptions, and headed to check who was causing trouble.

However, the moment he walked out of the room, someone grabbed him by the face, lifting him off the ground with terrifying strength.

Before he knew it, Charles was hurled through the air, smashing through walls and windows, until he landed with a tremendous crash in the parking lot outside the hospital. The impact created a massive crater, and the ground splintered under the force of their landing.

Charles groaned as he forced himself up. The pain briefly registered in his mind before he shook it off, as always. More than the pain, he was interested to find who was capable enough to manhandle him like that.

But when he looked up, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the man he least expected. Standing before him was Adrian, eyes blazing with fury.

Charles was taken aback because Maria had assured him that Adrian wouldn’t be there. Even then, he went the extra mile, ensuring all communications were down. Yet, Adrian was standing right in front of him like a force of nature.

"Finally, we meet, Mr. Fenrir," Charles smiled, getting to his feet and brushing the dust off his uniform. "Funnily enough, I wasn’t expecting to see you here."

Adrian didn’t reply. Instead, he took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Charles. Despite hearing about Adrian’s conquests, Charles wasn’t bothered in the least. Sure, he was taken by surprise before, but it won’t happen again.

Besides... he still had quite a few ghost soldiers in the building. Charles raised his hands, and the next moment, the ghost soldiers came rushing out of the building, surrounding Adrian.

"They’re not ordinary soldiers like the ones you’ve faced before," Charles explained, leisurely stretching his muscles. "They won’t be able to defeat you, but they’ll keep you entertained until I’ve finished my warm-up."

Charles was confident that his fight with Adrian wouldn’t be anything special. However, he soon realised that he was mistaken.