Free Web NovelChapter 130: Pure Fury
Seraph felt like he was melting in his sister’s embrace, and every of his muscles relaxed.
Inwardly, Halo was alarmed. ["Boy! Aren’t you too naive? She might suddenly ambush you right now!"]
He heard Halo’s shout, but he wasn’t panicked. Instead, he sighed and thought internally.
’Even if she stabs me, I won’t resist.’
["You bastard! Are you giving up now?!"] Halo was incensed, fuming with rage.
Still smiling faintly, Seraph continued, ’But I know she won’t. She’s my sister, after all.’
"What is your name?"
He heard her ask him, and he raised his head to look at her.
"Seraph. I’m Seraph Skye."
She nodded, then planted a kiss on his forehead. She had been thinking about it for the past one week, and realized she truly longed for her home. She felt tired of killing, as it didn’t suit her at all.
She preferred being at home, cooking for her parents or something. However, here in the Reapers organization, the only thing she could do was taken dubious missions almost everyday and train until her entire body was sore. To say Yelena craved a soft life wasn’t wrong.
"You seem like a good little brother. That’s cute."
Seraph’s eyes blurred and reddened, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
It had been years since he had seen Yelena. Over six years since he had heard her voice, felt her touch, and seen her face.
For a moment, he felt nothing but ecstasy at the reunion with a family member. Especially one he cherished greatly.
"Tsk, tsk. Don’t get too carried away. Anyone would mistake you for a couple."
The two siblings felt a shiver run down their spine as a presence arrived unannounced.
Seraph immediately pulled Yelena behind him, but he sensed that something was wrong.
When he looked forward, there was no one there.
’Behind...?’
He immediately turned around and tried to find their enemy.
Bang!
His eyes were forced shut and he felt something warm splatter on his face. He blinked under his eyelids, his entire body turning rigid.
’What... no, it can’t be...’
Inwardly, he shook his head and curled up, unwilling to confirm or accept the reality before him. What he felt on his face was warm blood, and he felt a hand slip out of his grip.
"N-no..."
His eyes snapped open in horror as he watched Yelena’s headless body topple to the ground. He couldn’t move a muscle, only staring blankly.
’No way. It’s completely impossible. Dream. Yes, this must be a premonition. I haven’t initiated an attack at all. It has to be... right?’
However, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, reality did not twist and dissolve before his eyes. Nor was he awakened from his slumber by any voice.
Instead, everything continued to feel more real than he believed. The blood dripping from his face, the silence in the hallway, and the stillness of the walls on both sides.
’I...’
"Hah? It’s just a fellow agent. You never had a sister, Agent-YX."
That annoyingly familiar voice came again, but Seraph barely heard it.
’I...’
"You appear really shocked. That’s impressive. Losing a family member really got something out of your indifferent self."
’I...’
"Tsk, this is really strange. When I saw you back in the sect, you were an awe-inspiring person. Now you look so hollow that I’m scared. Ah!"
Seraph’s eyes stared blankly at his sister’s corpse, a single statement struggling to form in his mind.
’I...’
"Oi, Senior Brother Seraph, aren’t you my friend? You shouldn’t ignore your friend too much, right?"
Seraph sighed, his head dropping low just like his shoulders. He looked like someone that had given up completely.
Suddenly, a tired voice escaped his lips.
"I’m sorry."
His mind responded with a roar, ’I’ll kill them all!’
He repeated softly, "I’m sorry."
Slowly, his hair started to turn black like ink. It darkened so much that the space around his head seemed to have lost all its glow.
It felt as if a cloud of darkness was surrounding his head.
As he raised his head, two fierce ruby orbs burned coldly, sending a chill down the spine of the one who heard them.
"Hah? Senior Brother has completely changed. You really look like a demon from hell right now."
The speaker, a young adult with blue hair grinned as he looked at Seraph. Although he looked quite different now—older, he was still recognizable.
"Kael..."
His name slipped out of Seraph’s lips in a hoarse tone. He blinked innocently, smiling at Seraph and waving.
"It’s good to see you again, Senior Brother. I didn’t expect that you’d be brought to my division of the Reapers organization, and I’ve been holding back from seeing you."
Then, his smile dimmed. "It’s a pity that we have to meet under different circumstances."
He cast a disdainful glance at Yelena’s corpse, then sneered, "This bitch thought she could really help you escape. Besides, you really have a formidable mental strength, brother. For you to be able to resist the brainwashing technique, it’s really impressive!"
Just as he looked up again, he realized Seraph’s face was mere inches away from his own face.
"Oh, Senior Brother. I don’t actually like the idea of having my anus pounded, but if it’s you..."
"...pay..."
A hoarse whisper escaped Seraph’s lips, and Kael unconsciously stepped back, his expression solemn.
’What is with this guy?’
The blood red spear in Seraph’s hand turned into actual blood and changed shape into a thick hammer.
Then, a completely vicious aura, like that of a wild, frenzied beast burst out from Seraph.
It blew the surroundings like air, and a crushing soul pressure enveloped the entire base as a whole. The building groaned, and the walls cracked. Specks of dust flowed from the cracks, making it seem like the place would collapse in any second from now.
Kael’s expression turned grim.
"Senior Brother, it’s better you don’t try to resist. I don’t want to injure you too much."
Seraph didn’t respond to him with words. What came out of his mouth was a wild growl as he lunged at the blue-haired young man.
Kael sighed and raised his hand, shooting a chain-dagger at Seraph’s limbs.
The black-haired madman easily evaded the attack, then descended on Kael with a wild swing.
BANG!!! fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
He whole base trembled from just the hit, and even Kael was blasted backwards by the force of the attack.
"Whoa! Senior Brother already reached Core King Stage? Really impressive! I can’t wait to disect your body and make you mine!"
As if he didn’t hear him, Seraph simply growled and dashed at him again, swinging his arms wildly.
The hammer continued hitting the things around them like the walls and the ground, while Kael struggled to evade Seraph’s relentless pursuit.
’Even though I’m a level stronger, I still feel the threat from each of his attacks.’
His smile vanished, replaced by a serious calculating expression.
’I have to quickly overwhelm him if I don’t want to fall into a disadvantage.’
Kael barely raised his sword in time.
The red hammer crashed against the blade with enough force to send a shockwave through the ruined street. Stone shattered beneath his feet, cracks spreading in every direction as he was driven backward.
Seraph didn’t stop, and continued charging like a wild beast.
A guttural roar tore from his throat as he lunged again, dragging the massive crimson hammer behind him before swinging it upward with monstrous strength. The weapon howled through the air. Kael twisted aside just as it passed, the impact obliterating a nearby wall instead.
Bricks and dust exploded outward.
"He’s insane..." Kael muttered. ’No, Insane people still hesitated.’
However, Seraph did not.
His crimson eyes contained no thought, no strategy, no fear. There was only rage—endless, overwhelming rage.
He was like a beast driven mad by pain.
Before Kael could regain his footing, Seraph charged again, swinging his hammer with so much force that the air twisted.
Kael blocked, but a second strike followed instantly. Then a third, and a fourth.
Each blow felt heavier than the last. His arms trembled from the impacts. His muscles screamed. Sparks erupted every time steel met crimson metal.
Most warriors attacked with rhythm and technique. Seraph attacked with pure murderous instinct.
He swung from impossible angles. He twisted his body recklessly. He sacrificed balance and defense simply to put more force behind every strike.
It should have left openings and should have made him vulnerable.
Yet every time Kael tried to counterattack, another hammer swing forced him back. The mourning man simply refused to stop.
A horizontal swing nearly crushed Kael’s ribs, immediately followed by a backswing.
Then came an overhead strike. The sequence was wild and chaotic, but the sheer speed behind it was terrifying.
Kael ducked beneath the hammer and slashed across Seraph’s shoulder. The blade cut flesh, and Seraph’s blood sprayed to the ground. However, he didn’t even react.
Instead, he lunged forward through the wound like an enraged animal and slammed his forehead into Kael’s face.
Pain exploded across Kael’s skull, and he staggered backward.
Seraph charged after him without pause.
The hammer descended relentlessly, each impact destroying the ground, shattering debris, and forcing Kael farther back.
His breathing became ragged, and his sword arm felt numb.
His feet slipped across broken stone.
Then realization struck him harder than any hammer blow.
He wasn’t winning.
