Summoning the Holy Sword

Chapter 1201: A New Enemy

Gaya hesitated no more. She saw how powerful and formidable this enemy was, to be able to bombard three magic warships alone. And now, she had no other choice and could only withdraw most magic warships back to the rear and it would be considered her victory!

"———!"

Shortly after, the dazzling, golden signaling beam shot up from the flagship, capturing the attention of that mysterious enemy. Meanwhile, the surrounding red fog surged and gathered toward the flagship. Looking at this scene, Gaya turned grim. She held the harp in her hands and strummed the strings.

Clang———!

Along with a crisp and melodious note, the invisible sound waves proliferated. As soon as one heard the loud explosions, the coalesced red fog ruptured and dispersed in all directions. Gaya continued to strum the strings and in an instant, a string of harmonious notes formed a sweet-sounding melody that reverberated in the death fog, deafening the surrounding artillery barrages and explosions. It was as though a gamer turning the background music to the loudest while setting the sound-effects to the lowest. The beautiful tune of the harp sounded calm and peaceful, and it definitely wasn't something that should be echoing in a battlefield. It also felt as though a mother embracing and singing a lullaby for her child. In an instant, even the entire world seemed to have quietened. The floating magic warships also gradually lost their voice and the dead spirits also seemingly sank into deep, eternal sleep.

However, Gaya's expression didn't change at all. She put up a stern look while strumming the harp strings, staring at the pitch-black figure ahead. Under the lead of the flagship, the magic warships advanced gradually. Even though most of the surrounding red fog had been dispersed by Gaya, the powerful energy wasn't embedded in them, after all, which was why the speed of the magic warships couldn't increase too much. But now, Gaya couldn't care less about that. It would be good enough as long as she left this area. From her perspective, the mysterious figure also fell into silence gradually as though it had sunken into deep sleep.

Everything lost its original color. The magic warships turned anticlockwise steadily and retreated to the rear. Based on this speed, they would need at least five minutes to escape into the safety range of the magic fleet.

As long as they hung on…

But it was a pity that sometimes things weren't meant to be.

Suddenly, the pitch-black being who stood still shuddered. It raised its head and let out a sharp, hoarse, and unbearable shriek that diffused and punctured Gaya's melody. It sounded as though an obvious, wrong note were played in a wonderful melody. Along with the ear-piercing sound, the entire world shook.

"Oh no!"

Upon hearing the deafening screech, Gaya was instantly startled as she continued to strum the harp strings. However, she repositioned her hand and its motion suddenly became quicker. The hypnotic music earlier turned into a battle movement as though there was an actual, magnificent army with thousands of men and horses charging ahead. The violent and cruel force accompanied by a strong, intense music blasted the pitch-black being. This time, Gaya went all out. She clearly knew that one who was capable of waking up from her melody was definitely stronger than her. Gaya's rule was 'sound'. The tune of her harp was the best proof of killing without spilling blood. As a matter of fact, if one weren't strong enough, one would be infatuated by the tune and act accordingly to the specific effects. If it were a battle movement, one would be jumping up and down in excitement like a drug-addict. But if it were dance music, one would jump to one's death as though one were cursed. If it were a lullaby, one would sink into deep sleep. But no matter what genre of music it was, there was only one consequence.

One could never stop until one was dead.

But since the enemy was able to break free from her melody, it was enough to prove that its manipulation of rules was far better than hers! But in the Country of Darkness, no one like that existed. Gaya was second to Lydia in the entire Munn Kingdom. The fact that the enemy broke free from her restraint took Gaya by surprise.

Along with Gaya's hand motion, the invisible sound waves materialized into an energy torrent that gushed and devoured the pitch-black figure. The pitch-black figure twisted and deformed under the tearing of the sound waves. But at the next moment, it extended its right arm all of a sudden and gripped the air.

———Clang!

In an ear-piercing vibrato, the harp melody stopped abruptly. Gaya took two steps back palely. Her fair, slender finger was dripping in blood. But she gnashed her teeth and continued to place her hand on the harp strings.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

An array of notes erupted. This time, Gaya couldn't care less about the tune, but used her 'sound' rule to attack instead. Along with the movement of her fingers, waves of sound materialized into enormous blades dozens of meters long, striking at the pitch-black figure and shredding the death fog. Facing this attack from Gaya, the pitch-black figure didn't evade at all. Instead, Gaya witnessed the pitch-black figure raising and swinging its right arm in midair. Then, the surrounding red fog devoured the sound blades silently.

But this was enough for Gaya because her magic warships had successfully broken away from the death fog!

"Everyone, retreat right away!"

After releasing another string of sound blades at the pitch-black figure, Gaya commanded immediately. Shortly after, the Munn Kingdom's warships withdrew swiftly. After leaving the mystical sea of red fog and gaining the support of the strong gales, the warships regained their original speed. At that moment, the pitch-black figure finally detected the source of the problem. He let out another ear-deafening shriek and pounced on the warships.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Even though the magic warships had already activated the defensive barrier, the pitch-black figure was stronger than Gaya had imagined. It passed through the defensive barrier and attacked the warships once again. Even though the battle angels attempted to resist it, after two to three continuous explosions, another two magic warships were destroyed.

"It is strong, but why does it feel like it isn't that smart in the head?"

Gazing at the sight of her crashing warships, Gaya wasn't in distress. Instead, she looked strangely at the pitch-black figure. She thought it would find trouble with her directly. After all, it was obvious to anyone that she was the main culprit who stopped it. But instead of laying hands on her, it chose to attack the last two magic warships? What was the meaning of that? The two magic warships were used as bait to lure enemy attacks for safety's sake. And now, the enemy actually took the bait?

Even though the pitch-black figure was formidable, this slight delay allowed the remaining magic warships to leave the sea of red fog and retreat to the rear. The battle angels onboard the two warships didn't fight against the pitch-black enemy, but left the battlefield swiftly instead.

But at that moment, there was a sudden change in situation.

"Ahhhhhh!"

All of a sudden, a fierce, raging bellow reverberated as though the enemy just realized that it was duped. Then, Gaya witnessed the pitch-black figure dashing toward her nimbly. The battle angels ahead tried to stop it, but as soon as the enemy swung its right arm, in a series of blood-curdling screams, several battle angels spurted blood from their wounds as they flew away upon impact. Looking at this scene, Gaya grimaced.

"Everyone, continue to head to the rear. I will stop the enemy!"

Even though the enemy didn't seem bright, its strength was overly powerful. With its overwhelming speed, perhaps more than half of the warships would be destroyed before they got to safety. Gaya hurried out of the bridge and flitted across as she sprinted toward the pitch-black figure. She strummed the harp strings and along with a string of notes, the sound waves shot ahead like razor-sharp blades. But just like before, these sound waves that Gaya had unleashed all her strength in releasing were completely resisted by the red fog. But even so, she succeeded in garnering its attention.

"It's you———!"

Along with a snarl, the pitch-black figure pounced on Gaya abruptly. At this moment, Gaya finally witnessed its true identity.

It was a female vampire who wore a scarlet robe unique to vampires. Her pale, long hair fluttered in the winds. Gaya was certain that she had never seen this vampire before. But the dense, blood aura of death exuding from the vampire startled the black-haired young lady. Gaya had met one of the four legendary generals, the Blood Countess, Ashvril, in the past, but not even Ashvril was as mysterious and formidable as this vampire!

"———!"

Without any hesitation, Gaya strummed the harp strings again before quickly dodging to the side. Her goal now was to capture the attention of this vampire and ensure that the magic warships retreated safely to the rear. Meanwhile, she had to look for opportunities to escape or the situation would be tough if the vampire caught up with her.

But after battling this vampire head-on, Gaya discovered just how powerful she was.

The faint, red fog shrouded the vampire's body and no matter what attacks Gaya unleashed, they were all useless. Even as Gaya released sound blades again and again, they were devoured by the red fog completely. The vampire was also moving at an incredible speed. If it weren't for the 'sound' rule that Gaya possessed where she could move at the speed of sound, perhaps she would have been defeated by the enemy by now.

"Ahhhhhh!"

After continuously missing her attacks on the black-haired young lady, the enraged vampire let out a fuming bellow and glared at Gaya. At the same time, Gaya witnessed her surroundings turning into a red hue. Not only that, but an unknown and powerful force also diffused across the air from nowhere, hauling Gaya's body as though a monster attempting to devour and digest her.

Argh. This is…

Looking at this scene, the young lady was baffled. She raised her harp before her hurriedly, but it was all too late.

Gaya felt an immense pain in her heart and lowered her gaze.

A pale, shriveled palm had extended and clenched her heart.