Chapter 44 (1)
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Maeves slow and deliberate steps illuminated by a red torch, captivated the attention of everyone. All eyes were on her.
Halt! Stop her! Protect His Majesty!
One of the knights shouted, but no one rushed towards her recklessly, even with certain death looming before them. Few were capable of standing against certain death.
In the grip of terror, they couldnt divert their gaze from Maeve, so they didnt notice Ian sprinting beside them, lowering his posture.
Just one of them.
A tingling sensation shot through his fingers, and the hatred from the swamp extended his arm, aiming its maw at a nearby underling of chaos.
Without paying any attention, Ian moved on to his next target.
Suddenly, he thought of Lucia, whom he had left behind at the mansion with Philip and Miguel. The girl who hadnt shown fear even in the face of gruesome scenes. But her gaze had been as desperate as a plea, begging him not to forget her request.
This is why I cant stand kids.
Thinking this, Ian gazed at the noblemen who had approached him. As if sensing his approach at last, the mans eyes widened.
Thunk-!
Ians grip was already around the mans face. Part of the chaotic power intertwined with his grip flowed through the mans eyes, nose, and mouth. A minimal amount.
I hope this has an effect.
As he thought this, Ian hurled the man towards Maeve.
Urgh?!
Kyaa!
The tumbling nobleman fell near Maeve and her soldiers. Amidst the panic, a brief scream erupted from the refugees.
The gaze of the soldiers and Maeve, who had been either advancing or at a standstill, turned back to the fallen nobleman.
Ugh Ku Kuk?
His trembling hands as he tried to rise from the ground were a sign of what was to come. Purple and violet veins emerged across his body, muscles twisting and bulging.
Mutation?
One of the soldiers muttered as the nobleman convulsed. With an agonizing cry, the convulsing figure contorted his face.
Ugh- Ahh- Evil-!
A scream filled with agony. Only then did screams erupt from the refugees amidst the chaos.
Everyone, run for your lives!
The cry initiated a scattering of refugees in all directions.
In the meantime, Ian, who was clutching the face of another nobleman, caught a glimpse of the mutating corruptor.
It really works.
It was an idea that came to Ians mind when he saw low-level fallen ones who couldnt control their mutation.
Maybe these arent polluted magical powers, but maybe they dont know how to handle the chaotic powers mixed with them.
So I guessed that if pure chaotic power was pushed in reverse, a reaction would occur, and that prediction was right.
It would be rather like adding strength to proper corrupters like Regis who know how to handle chaotic power.
It was like having a card that these halves could use in the future.
There arent many corrupters who can be distinguished yet.
Throwing the nobleman who pushed the chaotic power into it again, Ian shouted in the hall.
Take His Majesty to safety! Soldiers deal with the corrupt!
Amid the chaos of fleeing refugees and mutating fallen ones, and even the vengeful apostle imbued with divine power, it didnt matter whose voice it was.
One of the six knights surrounding the king locked eyes with Ian. It was Jonathan, the young man who had initially defied and then apologized to Ian.
He had been the first to spot Ian yet again and when Ian nodded, he shouted immediately.
Guards, follow His Majesty! Your Majesty, you must evacuate. We will see you.
No, this is Yes, I see-
While talking gibberish with a face that couldnt hide his embarrassment, the king was almost dragged out.
After all, it has just been revealed that there is a real fallen among the nobles.
Amid the flow of almost half of the soldiers fleeing with the king, a pfft sound
Maeve, her sword outstretched, watched the mutating nobleman in silence.
She didnt seem intent on killing him immediately. Instead, she calmly waited for the mutation to finish, her divine power calmly attuned.
Strangely, her composure made the soldiers and knights around her even more apprehensive.
Kuh Ugh
With the sound of tearing flesh, the nobleman trapped in the throes of the swamps curse began to mutate. His eyes, devoid of reason, gazed down at Maeve. There was no trace of rationality in his eyesonly the pure power of chaos, which had twisted his mind.
Aaaaahhh-!
It lunged at Maeve, spreading its arms and tentacles.
Power finally entered Maeves grip holding the sword.
Pfff-
A red crescent moon swept over the fallen.
The guy whose upper body was cut in half at an angle collapsed at the speed at which he charged.
With black blood and intestines splattered everywhere.
Thuk-
With her left hand, Maeve grabbed the head of the fallen who was falling toward her, and tightened her grip.
As the head exploded, red divine power burned in his grip.
All the emotions that had been suppressed so far swirled in Maeves eyes as she grabbed the limp corpse.
The light in his eyes leaked through the face shield and shook violently.
Ah Ahhh. Aaaaagh-!
The mixed scream of various emotions. The remaining soldiers were slowly transforming into terror-stricken faces.
Ugh Ugh Ugh
The swamp curse was pulling the troubled nobleman into an even deeper state of chaos.
Ian, who had thrown another Fallen earlier, was once again witnessing the rebirth of a distorted form, a mishmash of limbs. The chaotic appearance revealed their inability to control the chaotic power within them.
Splat-
Throwing aside the body he held, Maeve lunged at the group.
The red divine power clinging to her body scattered traces through the air.
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