Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 270 A Desire For Power. We Are Hunting The Chanland Kingdom.



On Chiron's command, the eyes of the dragon glowed in a particular bright red rune.

*Grwllllll!*

It spat out it's flames again.

This time around, the fire was not yellow as usually was.

The flames were red like blood.

The moment, the flames touched the fog, a path was created.

Immediately, Every body followed after the dragon, rushing into the fog.

As they did, the fog of unbounded Demise closed up behind them.

At the same time, the Orc chief was just on his last leg.

The orc chief was strong and had managed to even smash the head of one bronze cultivator and injure another two significantly.

He truly dominated the battlefield.

Even the rest of the Chanland Army could not stop him.

He caused chaos everywhere as he brandished his hammer.

He delivered blows that sent many straight to the welcoming embrace of the grim reaper.

Every attack was equivalent to a head or many heads.

General Buckle saw this and frowned. His soldiers were being harvested like grain.

"What of the armless prince?" He asked a soldier.

"We chased them into the Fog of unbounded Demise!" The soldier replied.

"The fog!? Are you sure?"

The soldier nodded.

"Hahahaha!!!" Then our work here is done.

"Give the order out for a retreat."

A loud Horn was heard and the soldiers retreated.

Chief Sokka the Orc wanted to give chase but he was already running out of power and stopped.

A few minutes later, fire blasted through the fog, and Chiron and his remaining troops came out.

Immediately they came out the fog, the dragon fell on the ground.

Chiron used his connection to check on the dragon's wellbeing.

It was in very terrible shape.

First, it had to fight three cultivators of the bronze rank with special techniques for handling it.

And then as if the injuries it had suffered were not enough, Chiron made it burn it's blood essence.

The blood essence of any cultivator or cored beast is the entangled connection between their soul and their spiritual energy.

Essentially, the Dragon had burnt out its core.

At the moment, Chiron could see that the red core strength of the beast was so low that it was on the verge of regressing to the blue core stage.

This was an all time terrible low.

To prevent this from happening, the dragon had immediately entered hibernation the moment they came out of the fog.

Chiron looked around him.

The ciders of the fight were still fresh.

He advanced towards their previous camp.

Many tents were still on fire.

Some men both friend and foe lay in the ground, many of them begging for someone to save them. While some others begged for the quick and swift release that death provided from their pain.

Chiron frowned tightly.

His troops were barely a thousand in the first place.

But now, they were barely five hundred.

He had lost a good half of his military might.

In fact, Chiron could tell that if he did not have the Orcs at his command, things would have definitely ended out worse.

He would have had more deaths on his hands.

At the moment, the morale of his troops was at a terrible low.

This was the weight of war that sat on the shoulders of a commander, of a leader.

Chiron could already feel their eyes on him.

Many of them was of doubt, some was of regret, some of pain and hatred, and some others was of fear.

Chiron for the longest time in his life had been through pain.

In fact, he had endured pain of different types. Whether it was in his former world or even this one.

However, this was the first time he was commanding a war.

Apart from what he had read in books, he knew nothing of the feeling.

He had to admit that it was an entirely different feeling from just killing an opponent in a one on one fight.

To say that he was not slightly discouraged about what to do next would be a lie.

He had just been crushed in battle and had to tuck his tail in between his legs and runaway.

This was the feeling of defeat.

This feeling, it was the same one he felt when Knight Sheyi was about to cut off his throat.

However, the difference with this one was the weight on his shoulders.

This was the weight of responsibility.

It did not mean that he had become any less the 'Me First' person he had always been, but a weight for the actions that were a result of his influence.

Chiron stepped forward. This was what it truly meant to not just change fate but to have lives in ones hands.

This was the opposite or equal reaction for an action.

He could not help but have a few drops of tears run down his eyes.

The pleasure of control. It was so deep, and so satisfying.

It was a deep orgasmic feeling to have the Fate of another in ones hands.

It was one he could not describe it's satisfaction with mere words all he knew, was that he wanted more.

He wanted more control. He wanted more Power.

<Congratulations host, you have reached the enlightenment of Power>

<Congratulations Host, +1000 points have been gifted to you>

<Congratulations host, for defending against Fate>

<Congratulations host+20 points for defending against Fate>

The remaining troops battered and beaten behind him saw tears run down his eyes.

In their minds, they thought Chiron was crying for their men that had died.

Even Captain Timi that was being carried saw this and sighed lowly.

He could not help but be moved emotionally.

Some of the Troops could not help but allow tears run down their cheeks.

These were brothers that they had dined and laughed with. But now, they were dead and littered everywhere on the ground.

Chiron turned to them, "those that want to leave should leave, but those that want revenge should get ready. We are hunting the Chanland Kingdom."

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