Chapter 526 Captured
The four human Lords had yet to barge into his room, but they began to move upon sensing that Michael tried to open the Runic Gate.
A burst of energy was all it took to break open the door and invade Michael's room. Yet, instead of finding Michael standing in the middle of the room, possibly cowering in fear, all they could see was freezing mist.
Michael filled the entire room with a burst of freezing mist. Simultaneously he retreated to the wall opposite the four Lords and executed Extraction to remove the wall blocking his path. Once the walls were removed, a chilly gust wafted through the room. Michael ignored the gust of air and dashed outside.
As he hastily stepped through the hole in his room, the bright light of the afternoon sun greeted him. He stared at the vast expanse of the ancient city and kicked the ground hard to leap out of his room on the sixth floor. Michael twisted his body to look back at his room where he saw the four Lords peeking out of the hole in the wall. The corner of his lip curled upward, a dozen compressed Glacicles forming around him. The Glacicles shot in all directions and burst apart, attracting the attention of civilians and passersby.
Simultaneously, Michael manifested several Qi Swords beneath him. He turned his body back and kicked the Qi Sword under his foot. He propelled his body several meters ahead before his altitude started to decrease. Another Qi Sword manifested beneath him, allowing Michael to run in the air, further attracting the attention of the people watching him jump through the air.
'That should be enough to scare them away,' Michael thought, only to realize too late that the four Lords didn't care about the attention Michael attracted. Since they had already been exposed by Michael, they might as well finish their job.
The female Lord appeared in front of Michael all of a sudden. She didn't teleport in front of Michael. Instead, she used brute force and bits of energy to propel her body forward. All she had to do was kick the ground and turn herself into a human missile. The woman passed by Michael with ease and kicked the air underneath her lightly to come to an abrupt halt. She circulated energy through her body and turned to Michael with a faint smile on her lips.
Michael expected the woman to fall at any moment, but that never happened. She stayed afloat as if the air underneath her was solid ground.
He frowned but adapted rapidly. It took a quarter of a second for him to execute a ten-fold layer of Enhancement onto Spirit Eyes right before unleashing Spirit Domination in its strongest form. The woman raised an eyebrow in response, however, she was unaffected otherwise. It was like Michael's Spirit Domination was nothing more than a mosquito bite to her.
She raised her right hand,and in response a forcefield of energy condensed around her. Hundreds of violet strings shot out of her right hand. They burst forth much faster than Michael could react and coiled around the youthful Lords.
"Urgh," Michael groaned as the violet strings cut into his flesh. His arms were tightly pressed against his body and his legs were tied up. However, the most worrisome were the strings that coiled tightly around his neck. A single wrong move and his head would be separated from the rest of his body. You can trace the roots of this content at n0v@lbin
'So that's the power of a Tier-5 Lord?' Michael wondered, his heart beating wildly.
Their 'meticulous' plan of arriving undetected to capture Michael might have worked out just fine, but who said that they were going to make it back?
"Do you like pain or what? Does it turn you on, you kinky bastar–..." The woman asked, her expression turning into one of disgust. But just before she could finish her sentence, she noticed something again. Why were they still in the ancient city? Their plan succeeded so why were they still here?
Her head flicked to one of the other Lords, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Summon the motherfucking portal, you idiot!" She screamed at one of the Lords, but he didn't react. He didn't summon the portal that was supposed to safely transport them out of the ancient city, and he didn't turn around to her, or the others, either. In fact, he didn't action a single muscle in his body.
"What the hell is wrong with you, James?!" One of the other Lords asked, his laid back attitude replaced by a sense of worry. They had to leave as soon as possible, otherwise, they would be caught even before they could finish their mission.
The Lord grasped James' shoulder and pulled him back with some force, but James didn't move an inch. He utilized some greater force to shake his partner in crime out of the supposed trance, but James wouldn't turn. All he managed to do was tear out a piece of James' shoulder...his frozen shoulder when he grabbed it hard.
All of a sudden, James' body commenced to crack. Deep spider weblike cracks formed all over his body and clothes. Mere seconds later, James' body explosion into thousands of chunks, frozen to the bone.
James was dead – frozen to death long before the others could notice anything – and so was their easiest means of escape gone too.
It was only at this point that the three remaining Lords noticed how cold it was. The temperature around them had dropped below zero in an instant and it didn't look like the temperature would increase anytime soon. In fact, it was getting chillier by the second.
The three remaining Lords tensed up upon seeing their comrade die without any warning. Their heads flicked in all directions to find the culprit, and it didn't take long before they found her – Alice Zenovia.
She stared coldly at the three Lords, her whole being exuding a frightening killing intent that encompassed the center of the ancient city in its entirety.
An ice-armor coated her whole body and she was tightly gripping a lengthy glacier-blue longsword in her left hand.
She raised her longsword and slashed in the Lords' direction, releasing a crescent-shaped blade of compressed ice with fearsome velocity. The three Lords were forced to make their move. They evaded the blade of ice by a hair's breadth before their eyes locked on their new target.
"Let's deal with her first!"