Broken Tower Saga: The First Swordsman

Chapter 204: Light

        Anton moved stealthily, trying his best to ignore the murder and turmoil all over. He had to grit his teeth to ignore seeing innocent people dying in the hands of the warder.

        Somehow or someone delivered the workers' weapons, but how could the men who only know how to work use those efficiently compared to the warders? The warders had the upper hand from the start, though they had lost a few of their own as well.

        The only advantage the workers had was that they had the numbers. Almost three or four times compared to the warders and soldiers put together.

        Blood was gushing out everywhere. Even the air smells like raw blood with the smell from the chimney. Countless bodies held the floor, most of the normal people never held any weapons in their life, yet here they were up against the fighters who invested their entire life in this business.

        Anton garnished the rage in his mind and rushed down to where Wrik was. He had managed to go freely with the advantage of the turmoil, but inside it was a little different. He had to kill his way in. Fortunately there were not many warders or mahasayer present inside. Most of them were dealing with the workers above and the thieves below.

        Abruptly, a large explosion called, Anton felt it was about a kilometre to his to the path of the other direction. He activated his [Shadow Steps] and moved to his top towards the centre of the explosion.

        He managed to outrun or deal a blow to the soldiers, who were moving in the same direction. It took him a couple of minutes to reach the spot where the centre of all things was. As he had expected Wrik was there but he was surrounded by a dozen men wearing masks.

        They seemed to be in a battle for a while, and with the number in hand, the opponent held the upper hand, even with the help from Rosie, who fired her shots now and then. 

        Anton's eyes moved around and found the tank gun close to the wall with the 120mm. An evil grin appeared on his lips and he steadily moved towards it with his ghostly steps. Arriving there he hid himself behind the cannon, waiting for the best opportunity to fire the thing.

        In no way, the two of them together would be able to finish all of them. So decreasing their numbers with the tank was the only option. And it appeared Wrik noticed him as well, and was now trying to get as many men as possible to go in one direction.

        Wrik made his sword moves and moved more to the right, giving space to the ones in his behind to move towards him and attack. Wrik was building the momentum again, inhaling a deep breath.

        Anton had his arm always on the trigger and only waiting for a signal and when he saw the Wrik moving away, he fired the cannon at once. The huge ammunition exploded in between four people and threw them off like the leaves of fall. Their limbs and body parts were ripped apart like it was a scrap of paper as their lifeless body fell on even below.

        A couple more just flew away with the impact, but they would be able to come back after a moment. They have to take advantage of the moment and finish up the few that remain.

        Wrik started at once. He released the mana pressure and moved like a bolt of lightning towards a man. His sword pierced the fellow right at the chest, piercing the armour, leaving all the defence futile.

        Anton was doing his best as well and so was Rosie. She was firing bullets all over the park, stopping the others to gang up on the two of them.

        Success was within their reach, but the arrival of another person stopped it.

        A figure moved swiftly from below and came right before Anton. The armour on his body was almost at the condition that it did not put up any defence. Looked like he had been through an explosion and managed to come safe. Even the mask was half broken and it had an evil grin on it as it struck towards Anton with the blue lightning sword.

        Anton blocked with his blade, but another one of the lightning swords came and pierced right at his thigh. Anton grunted in pain and Wrik looked to find the broad man before him.

        'How is this possible?' he thought. It was the same man that he had blasted off with the mana bomb. He thought this man would die, yet he was living as nothing had happened to him. Did he have a transcendence level healing potion? But even with that, how could all his injuries be gone? Wrik found no answer, and he did not have time to look for an answer as well. A sword attacked his gut when he was flabbergasted by the appearance of the male.

        Wrik ground his teeth and jerked his leg to the left to throw the man off. Another one came from the back and another one from the front. He was in such a position that Rosie could not take a shot so she was helping Anton to get away from the man.

        "Don't engage," Rosie shouted as she came towards them with a two feet long sniper. "Run."

        It was not as easy as Rosie had said it. The three men outnumbered Wrik, while another one pierced his gut again. With the help of the armour and his armament, he was able to escape any foetal injury but it would take a lot of him to escape from there. The three men were not giving him any space to make a move, putting in such a close distance that his sword's moves turned futile.

        He had to use his knuckles and elbow and knees to pull out space that turned difficult as well. Worse, the couple of men that were blown away from the explosion returned and they were coming at him.

        While Anton was even in a more dire state. The broad man was actually holding Anton by the neck above the floor. His legs were struggling, but not much. It was as if Anton feared to move away.

        Wrik ground his teeth. "Rosie," Wrik yelled. "Help him."

        It was probably the mental attack the man used to bound Anton so easily. Wrik had high perception and intelligence and with the help of [Eye of Insights] he was able to get away from the effect of the mental attack, but Anton was not the same.

        Though Anton has acute perception compared to anyone at this level, it was still compared with Wrik or the person who was choking him. And if a mental attack stuck and you could not put a defence against it, all the struggle turned futile if you do not have some mental defence skills.

        The broad man continued to choke Anton, drinking one of his gauntlet swords piercing towards the heart of Anton. His underlings stopped Rosie from trying to save Anton.

        Anton bellowed in pain as the blade broke his armament defence and pierced the black armour. It was approaching his chest, and he finally got a hold of his mind as the death was approaching. A startle looked appeared in the eyes of the man. Not many could free themselves of his ability, yet today the two opponents he faced, one ignored it completely while the other one putting such effort. Though it was futile.

        With a grin on his face, the broad man pushed the sword with more force, ignoring all the struggle.

        "NO," Wrik yelled and head-butted one to his sides. A sword was coming to his head, he ducked and tried to throw him off with the head again. His arms were captured by the men. The cry from Anton entered his ears, and he felt his life distance away.

        Wrik swirled the mana, ignoring the burn for overusing the bracelet. His eyes shone brighter, and he bellowed.

        A white light shimmered, not just from his eyes, but from all over his body. The light only rose and it triggered the attention of all of them presented there. The light burned and turned into a blinding like that the men holding him had to close their eyes.

        Taking advantage of the situation, Wrik freed one of his arms and threw away one of the men with a dropkick.

        Insights appeared in his mind and he claimed a sword of the men that held him. He infused all the light into it and freed himself. He pulled his arm back and threw the light sword towards the man that was murdering Anton. 

          The sword moved like a bolt of lightning and the man had to let go of his neck Anton to dodge it, but the sword followed him and pierced him on the side of his chest. The sword was too fast for him. His armour was already broken, and the sword pushed away the armament to pierce into it. 

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