Chapter 113 The Show Begins

The battle in the central arena of Moros City was in full swing.

The commotion there attracted the attention of almost everyone in the city, and the number of onlookers continued to increase.

The North Sea Fleet had mobilized three fully staffed pirate squadrons this time, plus the originally available troops in the city, totaling more than 200,000 people.

These people were constantly gathering from all directions of the city, surrounding the huge arena tightly.

At the same time, in the Mammoth Tavern in the north of the city.

This was a pirate tavern favored by the Vikings.

The tavern was simply and ruggedly decorated, with deer head specimens hanging on the mottled walls, as well as axes and shields symbolizing martial power. The windows were filled with a dazzling array of wines.

At this moment, with a great battle raging in the city, the tavern was filled with a group of burly, bearded pirates. They had thick hair, ferocious tattoos, wore chain mail and various animal skin armors, and had their favorite Viking axe weapons beside them.

At the tavern bar, a Viking giant over three meters tall was sitting there drinking.

He had a face full of brown beard, wore a beast-hide armor with simple patterns, and a dark gold horned helmet. His exposed skin was tattooed with the Vikings' unique war totems. His tiger eyes were imposing, and the domineering aura of a top powerhouse suppressed the entire tavern.

This person was none other than Oleg J. Popov, the top wanted man on the Luying Bounty Hunter Guild's wanted list, with a reward of 8.477 billion!

Even as a king, this great pirate's habits were no different from before, and he still liked to drink heartily.

The wine glass in his hand was a special vessel inlaid with various gems. Upon closer inspection, it was a complete human skull.

Vikings liked to use the skulls of powerful enemies as wine bowls.

And the wine bowl in Oleg's hand was precisely the skull of Osborne Wilde, one of the "Top Ten Legendary Bounty Hunters" fifteen years ago.

The destruction of the Agapaean Temple by a meteorite left the Vikings with grim expressions. They shared almost the same beliefs as the Romans. The Romans were like domesticated children, while the Vikings were like free-range wild children.

The destruction of their faith was a matter of life and death.

But Oleg did not participate in the battle that had broken out.

After all, that level of battle didn't require his personal intervention.

But until that moment, when news of Onis's death came through the communicator, the Viking king seemed to sense something and suddenly stood up.

Not because a son had been killed, but because his intuition gave him a strong sense of crisis!

...

Mr. Mirror had been wandering around the city.

She had visited Moros City once a thousand years ago, but the city was not as prosperous as it was now.

Seeing the appearance of the meteorite, she knew that she had wandered around enough, so she found an inconspicuous tavern next to the central square of the city, sat by the window, and admired the scenery outside the window.

It just so happened that this road was the only way from the Mammoth Tavern in the north of the city to the arena in the south of the city.

The tavern was doing very poorly, with few outsiders. The tavern owner had long noticed this elegant and mysterious woman.

Several onlookers from unknown forces carefully stared at her, but Mr. Mirror ignored them.

She just sat quietly by the window, occasionally sipping a mouthful of the strong liquor from the northern lands in her cup. At times, she would frown slightly, wondering if the wine was too strong or if it tasted slightly different from what it had a thousand years ago.

Whether it was the falling meteor or the battle in the arena, no one saw the slightest change on her cold and beautiful face.

The commotion of the battle in the arena grew louder and louder, and the sound of gunfire resounded throughout the city. Panic spread quickly through the city.

She still sat there quietly, as if all the excitement had nothing to do with her.

But this tranquility did not last long before it was suddenly broken.

A group of Vikings came from the north of the city in a menacing manner.

Just as they arrived at the central square, Oleg, wearing a golden horned helmet, seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped.

His eyes scanned like a hawk, and he immediately locked onto the aloof woman drinking by the window.

Mr. Mirror turned his head slightly and glanced at the group of Vikings, his expression still calm.

She had been waiting for a long time.

Once one reached the eighth rank, their battle instincts allowed no hesitation.

When Oleg saw Mr. Mirror, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he immediately realized that this was a powerful enemy.

The pirate king of the North Sea did not waste a word. He held a huge mace and smashed it down fiercely.

Frigid ice magic rapidly condensed in the air, and the biting chill quickly spread. Visible to the naked eye, elegant ice flowers condensed in the air. The terrifying force of the mace, augmented by his power, directly tore out spiderweb-like black cracks in the void as it swung. Before the mace even landed, the fountains in the central square were visibly frozen into ice sculptures. The sound of dense ice cracking could be heard everywhere.

Oleg, the King of the North Sea, who had not personally taken action for a long time, used his full strength from the start.

This also stunned the Viking warriors behind him.

But just as this strike, which was so powerful that everyone paled in comparison, was about to land, a flash of light and shadow occurred, and Mr. Mirror had already disappeared from the window of the small tavern. A graceful figure instantly appeared fearlessly in front of Oleg. In that instant, she stood on one leg, and as her body's center of gravity lowered, she spun her right leg and kicked upwards towards the sky.

With a "bang," it sounded like the crisp sound of iron rods colliding.

This kick landed squarely on the mace at the one-third point.

At the point of contact, the space cracked like a shattered mirror, with spiderweb-like fissures.

In that instant, the picture seemed to freeze.

In the astonished eyes of the onlookers, that slender and beautiful leg actually took this blow head-on.

How was this possible!

An unbelievable thought emerged in everyone's mind: someone had actually directly blocked Oleg, the King of the North Sea's full-strength attack?!

After a moment of stalemate, the energy of the collision between the two eighth-rank powerhouses finally erupted.

Just like the violent shock wave that poured into the city when the meteor fell earlier, the moment the two exchanged blows, a surging shock wave boomed in all directions. The collision of shock waves, carrying terrifying ice laws and power laws, formed a terrifying force like a collapsing dam. Buildings within a few hundred meters collapsed densely with a rumbling sound, and heavy snow instantly fell in the sky.

Oleg saw that his strike had been blocked, and his tiger eyes flashed fiercely, and he swept the mace horizontally again.

Mr. Mirror wore a high-slit, form-fitting black dress, and even in battle, she did not lose her elegance. Her slender and beautiful legs drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then, with another kick, she skillfully received Oleg's second mace strike. Taking advantage of the huge force that had been poured into that strike, her delicate body gracefully leapt into the sky, and a layer of invisible astral energy had already surrounded her legs. She then brought her leg down in a hanging kick.

This gentle and peaceful leg strike was mixed with the momentum of a surging thunderclap.

Oleg raised his arm above his head to block, and there was another muffled "pa" sound. A visible air wave rippled outward for hundreds of meters, with sand and stones flying.

The giant force poured down from above, and the ground where the Viking giant stood cracked inch by inch, and his body was actually smashed half a meter deep into the ground by this leg.

"Roar!"

Oleg roared to the sky like a beast, and the muscles all over his body visibly swelled up. His veins bulged, and the muscles rolled under his skin like giant pythons, and his bones made a cracking sound.

In that instant of roaring, a faint blood-red color also surrounded his body.

Upon closer inspection, Oleg's entire height had changed from three meters to a five-meter-tall berserk giant.

These were the two major bloodline talents of the Vikings: Berserker and Giant.

This was also why they were called:

Viking Berserkers!

Viking Giants!

In just two exchanges, Oleg had already determined that this was an opponent who he had to give his all against.

After going berserk, his strength soared several times over. He clenched his fists, and the same icy astral energy surrounded his arms. He waved his arms violently, and that astral energy condensed on his fists, tearing and distorting the surrounding air, and blasted out.

Mr. Mirror agilely flipped backwards, avoiding this charged punch.

The force of that punch blasted straight for a hundred meters, forming a visible tornado of air in the air, which actually broke the statue of the God of War in the center of the square at the waist.

"Rumble!"

The statue crashed to the ground, and the earth shook.

Mr. Mirror's ability was "Mirror Mimicry." Whether it was magic or close-quarters combat, she was extremely outstanding.

From beginning to end, her expression remained the same.

As soon as she stood firm, she suddenly stomped on the ground and rushed forward again. The hem of her black dress fluttered in the air, and she kicked out a suspended kick, stabbing fiercely into Oleg's lower abdomen, and a dull sound like a bell struck out.

This was not just a battle between two people, but a collision between two auras as vast as a volcanic eruption.

Each touch triggered a terrifying energy explosion.

In just a few exchanges, the once magnificent and building-filled central square was in a mess, with buildings collapsing in patches, and the commotion was exaggerated to the extreme.

This fluctuation instantly spread throughout the city!

...

A muffled thunderous roar suddenly appeared in the city, and the fierce battle that suddenly broke out in the central square naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the city.

Those intelligence personnel and war reporters who were paying attention to the battle in the arena looked at the half of the sky that had turned into winter, and their expressions were greatly horrified.

"What's going on? Who is fighting in the central square?!"

"That's Oleg's domain, [Extreme Cold Land]! Someone has intercepted Oleg!"

"How is that possible! Oleg is an eighth-rank powerhouse. Who can stop him? The Dawn Mercenary Group is just a new group, how can they have an eighth-rank professional?!"

"Editor, the news has been confirmed! It's an eighth-rank powerhouse whose origins are temporarily unknown!"

"No wonder they dared to fight head-on with the North Sea Fleet. It turns out that they have top powerhouses behind them!"

"..."

Everyone was incredulous.

After all, eighth-rank professionals were all famous figures who were prestigious in one area.

The entire Luying's eighth-rank powerhouses could be counted, and it was impossible for one to appear out of thin air.

At this moment, the intelligence departments of all parties realized that this "Dawn Mercenary Group" was not a small rookie group, and that it probably had a great background!

Everyone realized that something big seemed to be about to happen.

On the other hand, Catherine, who was watching the battle from the tower, also saw the commotion of the battle in the central square, and the shock in her crystal eyes was also not light. The fact-based battle reports from the intelligence personnel were still ringing in her ears.

Her eyes flickered frequently, as if she had guessed something, and she muttered to herself, "Body of Supremacy, this 'Mr. Mirror' is actually an eighth-rank professional. In that case, her identity should be a big shot from a thousand years ago."

From the time she met Suren in the city before, Catherine had guessed that the leader of the Dawn Mercenary Group had come.

But she didn't expect that this Mr. Mirror's strength would be so powerful!

Wasn't her intelligence stated as seventh-rank?

From a distance, one could see the law fluctuations, which were not only not weaker than Oleg's, but even completely suppressed him because of some special ability!

But before the shock here could be digested by everyone, an abnormal situation appeared in the battle in the arena.

The old butler next to her exclaimed, "Miss, look quickly, there's a big commotion over there in the arena again! How... how can that guy cast such an exaggerated technique?!"

Catherine looked over and saw the huge cross in the sky spreading at an alarming rate.

Under the cover of the technique, Suren was in control of everything with a kingly posture.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and murmured thoughtfully, "As expected, he's very powerful."

...

In the arena, Suren condensed that incomparably huge cross.

The [Wailing Witch's Hair] could extend infinitely as long as there was enough spirit power. At this moment, countless invisible threads were also entwined in the sky, and had already secretly covered the entire arena.

The pirates of the North Sea Fleet were still pouring in frantically, intending to kill the members of the Dawn Mercenary Group with human wave tactics.

However, it was impossible now that this technique had been cast.

Wherever the cross covered was his [Theater of Great Terror].

This was where the enemy would feel great terror!

The timing of the battle that Mr. Mirror broke out in the central square was just right. With Oleg intercepted by her, Suren no longer had any worries.

He raised his hand and tore open several space scrolls, and shouted softly, "Puppet Arcana: Thousand Machine Formation!"

In an instant, all kinds of bizarre rune puppets exploded from the storage space and protected him.

Looking at the number, it was estimated that there were more than a thousand.

They either stood in twisted postures or hung in mid-air. The strange, rouge-cheeked smiling faces looked at the surging pirates, and the wooden jaws and joints clicked and clacked, converging into a chilling commotion.

Not only were there rune puppets, but there were also dozens of mechanical armor.

Leading the way was the scarlet armor, which was the repaired [Lieutenant General Class Demon Blade X1 Mechanical Armor]. There were also finished products seized from submarines and damaged spoils seized from the Void Secret Realm. In Suren's war factory, they were pieced together into this first batch of mechanical puppet warrior legions.

This was almost all of Suren's inventory of puppets, and also the extreme number that he could perfectly control at present.

At this moment, the [Theater of Great Terror] gave him a stage to show the limits of his puppetry.

Firepower suppression was almost a special tactic of Mafa's. Before, Barrett and the others were almost unable to raise their heads by Princess Stika's Royal Guard Legion.

But now, the situation was reversed!

As soon as Suren's mechanical puppet legion appeared, dozens of mechanical warriors held heavy shields and assembled into a phalanx.

At the same time, they also raised the firearms and artillery on their mechanical arms.

The group of pirates looked at the dark muzzles, and they were all dumbfounded: where did this group of mechanical armor come from?

Tens of thousands of pirates had already poured into the arena, and they gathered in hundreds and thousands to form tactical legions, which were just targeted and concentrated fire by this group of mechanical warriors.

Suren did not hesitate to control the mechanical armor to pull the trigger.

In an instant, flames of various colors spewed out from the muzzles.

"Ta," "ta," "ta"...

Dense alchemical bullets poured out from the barrels of various calibers, so dense that it was like a storm, and there was no way to avoid it.

Because the puppet legion was controlled by Suren alone, there was no communication problem, and the tactical arrangements could also be implemented at the first time. All the puppets could launch precise attacks on the target within the range the moment his thoughts arose.

As for the ammunition consumption of hundreds of millions of risos per minute?

Suren in the past might have been able to do it, but he would be a little short on strength.

But after he came out of the Sea Ruins and made a fortune, he also had the extravagant confidence!

And because he had a war workshop that could sustainably manufacture ammunition!

There were so many pirates that they could hit a few by shooting at the passages at random.

"Ah..."

"Damn it, shield! Shield!"

"Who the hell told me, what's going on with this Mafa's mechanical armor?!"

"...

After a round of concentrated fire, a group of pirates were harvested in screams.

The direction pointed by the mechanical puppet legion's firearms must be a hellish and bloody scene.

Flesh and limbs were blasted into clouds of blood mist by the alchemical bullets.

Moreover, not only the mechanical armor legion, but Suren's puppet legion also took the opportunity to kill them. The range [Wailing Technique] echoed in this arena. The moment the low-level professionals were in a trance, the puppet legion began to harvest. A thousand rune puppets that were not afraid of death, their combat power was worth thousands of pirates.

Once he made a move, he used all his strength!

Not only close combat rune puppets, Suren also hid several [Siren Banshee Dolls] in the pirate corpse group.

No one noticed that range-based subsonic waves were resonating with the organs of the pirates on a large scale. As time went on, the damage would become greater and greater, and might even cause a large-scale explosion at some point.

Moreover, as time went on, the Witch's Hair had spread to every corner of the arena.

Suren was getting more and more handy in controlling the puppet legion, and the puppets could have new threads connected in any position.

He had never felt so comfortable before.

His brain was running at high speed, calculating various combat details.

He used his own strength to forcefully pull back the previous disadvantage of the Dawn Mercenary Group!

...

The people of the North Sea Fleet were dumbfounded.

There were obviously less than ten enemies, how could it suddenly increase a hundred times!

Moreover, obviously only Mafa had mechanical armor, how could the enemy also have it?

The super-strong firepower suppression of the mechanical warriors was now fully demonstrated, and wherever the muzzle pointed, there must be flying limbs and broken arms. Even if a fourth or fifth-level professional was concentrated on, few could survive.

Not only were the enemies shocked and dumbfounded, but Moore Wordsworth, the [Blood Duke] and blood relative of that Mr. Mirror, was also full of disbelief.

He did not know Suren before, and he participated in the war entirely because of the order of the Progenitor. Thinking that he was the Progenitor's junior brother, he thought highly of Suren. But in his opinion, he was only a fifth-level professional, and he might have to take care of him more in battle.

But when he saw the scene in front of him, he realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

The combat power of this young man named "Suren" was really too exaggerated.

Exaggerated to the point where...

He, an old vampire who had lived for eight hundred years, felt incredible!

In terms of individual strength, this Suren was not conspicuous in this large melee.

Probably at the level of a sixth-level professional.

But as soon as his puppet legion came out, he immediately amazed the audience!

No one on the field had a stronger ability to kill than him.

Including their two quasi-eighth-level professionals and all seventh-levels!

Suren alone was worth tens of thousands of people.

It was too incredible, how could there be a puppeteer in this era who could control a thousand puppets at the same time?

When he saw the mechanical puppets moving in unison, this old antique also felt a sense of the changing times.

...

As soon as Suren's puppet legion came out, the pressure on Barrett and all of them suddenly lightened.

Similarly, these high-end combat forces of the Dawn Mercenary Group could also better hold back the enemy's mid-to-high combat forces, and also create a safer output environment for Suren.

The North Sea Fleet was caught off guard by Suren's puppet legion, and they suffered thousands of casualties in a few exchanges.

Everyone knew that as long as they killed that puppeteer, everything would immediately turn around.

Various spells and firearms also focused on Suren.

But with the gargoyle protecting him, those ranged attacks, whether spells or guns and arrows, the gargoyle could block with its burly body. Even if a sixth-level professional came to sneak attack, they would definitely not get any advantage.

Besides, Suren's own life-saving ability, how could he be so easily focused on?

In peacetime, controlling so many puppets at the same time for high-intensity battles would have exhausted his dark spirit power long ago.

But now, the [Isaac's Alchemical Heart] provided a constant stream of dark spirit power, and he was like a tireless battle machine, mercilessly strangling.

...

The mechanical warriors were still continuously outputting, and the people of the North Sea Fleet took out various heavy shields and assembled into legions of hundreds of people to besiege Suren.

This "turtle formation" tactic, which was a jack-of-all-trades on a large battlefield, was very useful. Heavy armor shield warriors were on the outside, and output professionals were protected on the inside, which could well block gun attacks.

Once the target was trapped in a specific range, it was only a matter of time before they died.

It seemed that both rune puppets and mechanical puppets were obviously restrained by the shield formation.

Unfortunately, Suren's [Theater of Terror] did not only rely on puppets to kill people.

Shields could block bullets, but they could not block threads.

The cross in the sky was still constantly lowering the Witch's Hair, and some of the pirates also discovered those transparent energy threads.

But there was nothing they could do even if they found out.

The coverage area of this thread was really too wide. If they really wanted to avoid it, they would have to completely withdraw from the arena and stop the siege.

It was when these cannon fodder legions approached that transparent threads penetrated the shield gaps and came into contact with those pirates.

Suren watched the time was ripe, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.

Countless transparent threads instantly turned into entities, and the signals of [Mental Tentacles] had been transmitted down along the threads.

A high-level pirate discovered something and shouted, "Be careful of those threads!"

Unfortunately, the reminder was useless.

The threads had spread to every corner, and Suren was the only controller in the [Theater]!

Suren wanted to use [Mental Tentacles] to control a large number of targets, and professionals above the third level might not be able to do it.

But in the North Sea Fleet, members below the third level accounted for 80%!

The high-level professionals found the threads and tore and cut them off very easily, but the low-level professionals were controlled in an instant.

Suren controlled their body nerves and sent uniform nerve signals: suicide.

Those who had their limbs controlled had not yet reacted, and their heads watched as their bodies uncontrollably took the knives and guns in their hands and came to their temples or necks.

In an instant, those hundred-man shield legions collapsed in a large area.

Several hundred-man legions at a time.

A wave of hundreds of people, a wave of hundreds of people...

Suren's trick harvested thousands of lives again.

Moreover, the moment those who held the shields died, the formation was in chaos, and the mechanical puppets covered them with firepower again, instantly killing them all.

Since the threads had killed another wave, Suren no longer hid them.

With endless threads available, the true horror of his puppet theater was brought into play.

The threads would appear in any corner, binding, strangling, controlling, and some sharp cutting threads, which were all weapons for harvesting lives.

As long as he was within the scope of this theater, Suren controlled everything.

The threads were his "tentacles," which could sense, kill, and control.

Until now, those in the North Sea Fleet finally realized that the one who killed the most people was not the quasi-eighth-level old vampire, nor was it the seventh-level Barrett and the others, or that female sword saint with three awakenings.

On the contrary, it was the fifth-level Suren.

The seventh-level experts were all restrained by each other, and Suren controlled the puppet legion almost invincibly.

They were not afraid of life and death, not afraid of pain, had no fear, and unified orders...

Twenty thousand enemies did not mean that they had to kill all twenty thousand. Often after killing forty to fifty thousand, the morale would collapse.

The regular army might still charge endlessly, but the pirates of the North Sea Fleet, after being killed by several rounds of methods, were also less aggressive than before.

The pirates were really scared to death.

Suren had eight arms with spider spears to control the threads. He had a black scythe in one hand and a rune black umbrella in the other. With a gargoyle by his side, ordinary pirates could not think of any way to kill him at all.

On the contrary, Suren was still constantly harvesting the lives of the pirates of the North Sea Fleet.

Once the morale of the North Sea Fleet collapsed, they could start to break through.

...

The battle in the arena was in full swing, and the commotion in the central square was also earth-shattering.

The battle in Moros City had been watched by various melon-eating crowds.

They thought it would be an ambush without any suspense, but they didn't expect so many accidents.

It was fine that the powerhouses of the Dawn Mercenary Group appeared one after another, but now there was a mysterious eighth-level powerhouse who had actually intercepted Oleg!

However, just when everyone thought that the Dawn Mercenary Group was about to break through, they didn't expect that they would choose to stand still and output!

In the blink of an eye, they saw a fifth-level puppeteer killing everyone in the arena.

This was even more shocking than seeing that mysterious eighth-level professional.

Because the combat power of that puppeteer had subverted people's understanding of a normal fifth-level professional.

"My God, what kind of puppetry is this? One person controls thousands of puppets. Is this something a fifth-level professional can do?"

"This guy has probably killed one or two thousand people... It's too terrifying."

"What kind of freaks are there in this Dawn Mercenary Group? Why haven't I heard of them at all before?"

"As long as Oleg can't kill that mysterious eighth-level, the North Sea Fleet is going to suffer a big loss this time. Hehe, the Dawn Mercenary Group has an eighth-level powerhouse, and in the future, no matter where they go, anyone who wants to move them will have to weigh whether they are strong enough."

"After today, this 'Dawn Mercenary Group' will become famous."

"..."

Explosive intelligence about the battle was also transmitted in real time.

It was foreseeable that this "Dawn Mercenary Group," which was previously unknown, would definitely bring a big shock to this world after this battle.