Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 885 - 702

Countless soldiers, along with the crumbling walls, were melted together, their screams unceasing.

Philip advanced, and before him, Poson’s iron cavaliers were like papier-mâché puppets, effortlessly melted away.

"Beast!"

General Giovanni roared furiously and lifted his sword to cleave down Philip.

Yet his longsword had not even reached Philip when it was blown away by an invisible force, skewering into the ground and snapping with a thunderous crack.

Before Giovanni could react, Philip’s fist had already penetrated his chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"You’re not even close."

Philip released his blood-soaked fist, allowing Giovanni’s corpse to collapse to the ground.

Seventh-order Lord Roland was no more successful in stopping Philip; he too was turned into a pool of blood, his bones completely dissolved.

Minutes later.

Hargengarde fortress was unexpectedly breached, and the civilians inside Hargengarde city, faced with sudden disaster, fell into panic.

"Mom, no!"

"Someone save us!"

"Don’t kill her!"

Cries and wails were incessant as people scattered in all directions with nowhere to go.

Fear enveloped everyone’s hearts; the city turned into a sea of fire, with flames devouring everything—streets and alleys were littered with corpses, blood flowed like rivers, a sight of utter devastation.

The Cerryti Empire’s iron cavaliers then stormed into the city, ferocious as wolves, slaughtering not only Poson’s defenders but also the unarmed civilians; in the blade’s shadow, the elderly, weak, women, and children were all spared none.

Amidst the countless dead, only Philip stood proudly, bathed in blood, surveying the scene of carnage with a delighted laugh that sent chills down one’s spine, echoing over Hargengarde for a long time.

"Just let me get within thirty meters of him, and he’s as good as dead. The main difficulty lies in the retreat."

"I’ll create a route for retreat."

Deputy leader Catherine softly added, her demeanor hardly that of an assassin.

"The time to make a mark has come. Usually, we only carry out sanitation work and counter-assassination security, but now this great war has stirred up turmoil in the South Continent. If the Kingdom Association wins, we might not have to lead a life that shuns the light anymore, and there would be a chance for retirement. Maybe even gaining ranks and honor isn’t out of the question."

"’Once we retire, are we going to part ways and fly far from here?"

"Not at all; we are like family, having grown up together. I’ll build a house in a small village, always waiting for you guys to return."

For them, this mission was just routine.

But each subsequent mission could be the most important one.

As the Shadow Blade Squad hurried through the forest and chatted, a sudden mournful wind whistled through Silwa Forest.

Reno, with his refined assassin instincts, sensed something amiss—his intuition warned him that danger was approaching.

He swiftly pulled out his dagger, scanning his surroundings with hawk-like eyes as he called out in a low voice,

"Be cautious, we have enemies approaching."

The rest of the squad also entered a state of alertness, gripping their weapons.

Catherine narrowed her eyes; the Shadow Blade Squad stood ready, yet they saw no enemy in sight.

Clearly, there was a problem.

However, as assassins, they couldn’t find any trace of their adversaries.

Until a faint scent of sandalwood, out of place in the woodland damp, drifted from an unknown source.

At that moment, a gentle and refined voice suddenly rose from behind the Shadow Blade Squad,

"There’s no need for such nervousness. I mean no harm."