Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

777 Chapter 777- Cynthia's Passionate Speech

This time, their rematch would be different or so Blake thought. The [Solar Protector] avatar that he merged with, clashed fiercely with the Abyssal warrior. Each clash of their weapon brought extreme bursts of winds and shockwaves that devastated the area around them.

Their fight was so intense that the booming noise travelled far and wide, reaching the ears of his teammates and the members of the criminal organisations who were fighting to contain the monster outbreak.

CLANG… CLANG… CLANG… Blake chained one attack after another, giving his all. Being a level 441 [Solarblaze Protector] he was in no way weak, his talent could also be said to be superior to most of the adventurers in the tower town.

Even amongst those adventurers who came from Second or First-grade countries, he was extraordinary.

However, there existed a gulf that no amount of talent or extraordinariness could make up for and that was called the level diff. Blake had made a huge mistake in judging the strength of his enemy.

Just because he could clash evenly against his opponent it didn't mean that they were identical in strength. If Blake had grown a lot since then, so did the Blackthorn Demonic Warhorse who jumped from rank [B] to [A] after receiving a name.

That's right, Mars was only playing with Blake up until now, if he wanted to, he could have easily closed the battle in a matter of seconds. After all, there existed a vast level difference between them.

The current Bloodthron Demonic Warhorse as per the Adventurers Association Classification was no longer a [Disaster] class, but rather a [Catastrophe].

The meaning behind the two words might be the same; however, the difference was of day and night.

BOOOM… Space shook, the moment Mars decided to become a little serious, all the air from the surrounding was immediately blasted away, forming a vacuum.

The hand that was holding the Bloodthorn proceeded forward regardless of the strength his opponent put to guard himself.

In a matter of a second, the Bloodthorn overwhelmed Blake, piercing his shoulders and pinning him into the debris structure behind.

"Kugh!!" he spat out a mouthful of blood. Even though the yellowish red avatar looked like a golem, the [Solar Protector] was in essence him. It taking damage meant his real body taking damage, it being pierced means his real body being pierced.

After suffering a critical damage the [Solar Protector] came undone and Blake returned to his normal size. At this moment, he laid motionless against the wall while holding his right shoulder where a huge hole was punctured.

"Your attacks lack weight, give up you are not my match. I have other things to attend to, so let's close this"

Mars lifted the Bloodthorn ready to end the fight when suddenly his concentration faltered and he became motionless for a second.

Seizing that window of opportunity when his enemy was distracted, Blake immediately rushed forward and dealt a powerful blow. The sword in his hand erupted with a brilliant light, creating dozens of sword auras.

CLANG… CLANG… BOOM… The sound of his attack connecting was deafening, the powerful energy wave blew Mars back and created a small storm.

The attack just now concentrated all of his power, it ought to do some damage. Blake knew that defeating his enemy was a foolish hope; however, he at least wanted to deal them some damage before he died.

Whoosh… in the next instant, the dust was swept away by a powerful gust of wind and the figure of Mars slowly appeared from the debris. Be it his presence or the fluctuation of his aura, nothing about him had changed.

It looked like the attack did nothing to him; however, despite that Blake had a smile of victory on his face as if he had won.

"The attack was not bad. I'll take this scar as a recognition of your strength" Mars muttered.

If one looked carefully, one could see that there was a small cut in his armour. That's right, Blake's attack earlier did manage to do some damage to Mars regardless of how insignificant that was. It was for this very reason that he was smiling in victory.

What was there to be so proud about a small cut that did not even manage to bypass the armour? If anyone didn't know about the history between Blake and the Bloodthron demonic warhorse, they would obviously think that.

However, those in the know would understand that this was a sign of his growth. In his first battle, Blake was helpless against his enemy, he couldn't even land a single blow and was knocked unconscious from their single attack.

In their rematch after more than two years, although he was still no match for his enemy, he could at least land a few blows and even chink their armour. This was a result he couldn't have achieved without a sufficient leap in strength.

"What is your name warrior? In recognition of your strength, I shall do you a favour by remembering your name?" Mars asked staring straight at him with its four pitch black eyes.

"It's Blake… from the Burning Arrows Guild"

Blake replied, he thought that the other party asked his name as a courtesy before he ended his life.

However, to his surprise after uttering the words 'I see… then let us fight again in the future if our oaths cross' the warrior from the abyss left.

Blake was left in a state of surprise, the moment he challenged Mars in a moment of brashness, he knew that his chances of returning alive were less than 1 per cent. However, for some mysterious reason, his opponent who was ready to deal him the finishing blow, suddenly changed their mind and left.

Blake had survived, as he lay there gazing blankly, he understood from his wildly beating heart and his cold hands, how close to death he was.

It would be a lie to say that he was ready to die after all, he still had his sister Mona and various responsibilities that he needed to shoulder. He couldn't just die and discard all those responsibilities.

"Kuh!!" Blake grabbed the hideous wound on his shoulder and grimaced "I have lost so much blood, I need to take care of this wound soon".

"Ah!! Found him, he is there. Quickly, support him, he is wounded"

He heard some familiar sounds coming from the direction he came. It appeared that Wyot and the others came to get him after escorting the families of the adventurers back.

"Why are you…?" Blake wanted to ask but the next second he shut his mouth when he saw his sister among the adventurers running towards him while crying.

Indeed, it appears that he cannot die…

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The adventurers had successfully raided the two locations and had freed all of the hostages that were being used to suppress the adventurers of the tower town. Now with their 'weakness' no longer in the hands of their enemy, they are free, they no longer have to listen to what they have to say.

Inside the Serene Palace Merchant Guild building, all the adventurers assembled. With the first part of their plan being a success, it was time to start the second phase.

Saving the families of the adventurers who have been taken hostage was only the beginning, their true objective was to defeat the criminal organisation and kick them out of the town.

Now that the other side had lost their most important card that kept the adventurers obedient to them, and their members scattered all around the town, it was the opportune time to attack the criminal organisation's base.

However, on their own, with their insignificant numbers, it was not possible to destroy their headquarters and defeat all of their members. To make this plan work, they would need the help of the adventurers of the tower town.

It begs mentioning that a significant force of the criminal organisations were the adventurers. If they could persuade the minds of the adventurers and win them over to their cause. The number disparity will quickly overturn.

After all, in the town of the adventurers, the people you would find the most are the adventurers. With all of them on one side, their chance of victory would rise even higher.

"You Highness, as per your instructions I have prepared the High Frequency Transmission Conch and have installed them all around the town. All the people of the town would be able to hear you clearly with this" The butler Blamenco handed a transmission conch to Cynthia.

The latter extended her hands and took the conch. The next part of the plan depended on her. No matter what, she needed to make it a success. Taking a deep breath, she composed her mind before speaking into the transmission conch.

Zzzz… Zzzz…. At this moment, static sound could be heard all over the town. Whether it be the members of the criminal organisation, the adventurers, the merchants, the slaves or simple people who came to the tower town to make a living, all of them turned their heads in confusion.

[Adventurers of the Tower Town, hear me! For too long, you have laboured under the dark shadow of the criminal organisations that sought to chain you with tyranny and strip away your freedom. No more! Today marks the dawn of a new day, a liberation from the shackles that bound you to their selfish will]. Who was talking? The people of the tower town had the same question.

"Look over there, it's coming from that direction" Someone pointed.

"It's coming from over there too. What the?! Who installed the High Frequency Transmission Conch all over the town?".