Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 301: Sneak Attack and Encirclement

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"Checkmate, Strout! Blood!"

A cold voice abruptly sounded.

Pitch-black bird wings, tens of meters wide, obscured a small part of the sky, completely blocking the cool, bright moonlight. The ground instantly plunged into darkness.

At the same time, a dense aura of death abruptly burst forth from the bird wings, transforming the ground within a hundred-meter radius below into a dark, profound death zone—

"Gransurg!!!"

"Lord of the Black Wing!!!"

Corresponding to the two angry shouts were two explosions like thunder striking the ground.

The ground where Blood and Strout had stood was instantly blasted with two large holes—the immense sound produced by Blood and Strout stomping the ground with all their might.

And they stomped the ground not to attack Gransurg above, but rather—to flee.

Yes, precisely to flee. The two scattered left and right, veins bulging on the muscles exposed outside their armor. Disregarding physical injury, they fled this dark, profound death zone with all their might.

Lord of the Black Wing—Gransurg Blackmore.

Before becoming a Dead Apostle, he was a bird worshipper, revering birds as if they were gods. His lifelong ideal was to construct a world where birds could live more easily.

Yes, similar to dog lovers and cat lovers, Gransurg was a bird lover—and a psychopathic bird lover at a pathological level. However, this psychopath happened to be an ancient Magus and had also obtained immense power.

In the magical world, birds were considered "Guides of the souls of the dead." Therefore, Gransurg, whose Magic Foundation was based on birds, obtained the terrifying ability to directly attack souls.

And this ability held immense deterrent power against beings possessing immortality, completely deserving the title of a privilege for slaughtering Dead Apostles—

The former Gransurg, relying on his special ability, had directly annihilated hundreds of vampires, including one Ancestor of Dead Apostles, in an instant.

This was precisely why Strout and Blood fled.

They weren't stupid.

Gransurg, appearing abruptly before them, his aura of death almost bursting his own body, definitely wasn't here to play with them—

Facing an enemy poised to strike, having already prepared a major move—why not flee?

Only idiots and OP protagonists would try to tank an enemy's ultimate attack head-on!

Buzz—!

Strout and Blood, in the midst of their frantic escape, were astonished to find they seemed to have run back to their original spot. Moreover, their strength seemed to have been suppressed by some force by nearly ten percent.

"Ley line power? Is someone manipulating the ley lines?" Compared to Blood, Strout, also one of the three oldest Dead Apostles, was more knowledgeable and experienced. He immediately identified the true nature of the force suppressing their power.

"!!!" Sensing the surging power behind him, Blood's face changed drastically.

A sharp glint flashed through Gransurg's crimson crow eyes. The aura of death, long prepared, even augmented by nearly thirty percent through ley line power, suddenly erupted!

"Bounded Field — Nevermore!!!"

Pitch-black shadows instantly enveloped Strout and Blood on the ground.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Two shrill howls pierced the sky.

——

"Ugh!!!!!"

With a grunt, an elderly white man wearing a tattered leather coat and dirt-stained cloth shoes fell to the ground.

Altrouge, a pure and sweet smile on her face, looked at the old man on the ground. Her right hand squeezed lightly, and the beating heart was instantly crushed, blood splattering directly onto the wall. "Oh my, the seventh one."

"Speaking of which, Your Highness. These Canticle Brigade guys—their hiding skills are no joke. It took nearly 10 hours to catch just seven!"

A cool voice came from Fou, crouched on the ground. At this moment, it maintained a form like a Persian cat, occasionally wagging its pure white tail, looking at the corpse on the ground with admiration.

"Judging by the previous situation, they were deliberately revealing their tracks to cover for Barthomeloi. They showed no hesitation even before death. Truly loyal," Altrouge lightly flicked the blood from her hand, chuckling softly.

"Well then, let's use magecraft to dispose of the body. This hunt is probably my victory. What conditions should I propose to Haru then?" Altrouge lifted her slender foot and walked in small steps towards the alley entrance.

Just then, a white dress flashed past the alley entrance.

"Arcueid!" Altrouge was slightly stunned, then called out softly.

A small head immediately poked in from the alley entrance. "Who called me?"

Altrouge gracefully walked out of the alley in small steps, looking at the pretty lady in the pure white princess dress before her. Her delicate little nose twitched slightly as she asked puzzledly, "No smell of blood on you at all. Wasn't this supposed to be a contest? Didn't you go hunting?"

"Muuuuu~" Arcueid puffed her cheeks, looking dissatisfiedly at the ground. She lifted her foot and fiercely kicked a loose stone on the ground, producing a loud thump.

"What's wrong? Looking so sulky." Altrouge looked slightly astonished at Arcueid kicking stones to vent her anger.

"Damn it! Found eleven, but they all escaped!" Arcueid kicked the loose stones, speaking with dissatisfaction.

"It seems... not only etiquette, but even your pursuit skills need to be retaught," Altrouge supported her forehead, speaking helplessly.

"AHHHHH!!!!!!"

Two shrill howls pierced the sky.

Altrouge's pupils contracted violently. In her mind, the light of two contract runes suddenly stagnated, then dimmed at a visible speed.

"That sound... Damn it! Strout and Blood!" Altrouge widened her eyes, turning her gaze towards the front right.

A crimson light flashed in her True Ancestor eyes, directly seeing through layers of tall buildings, directly seeing the scene where Strout and Blood were—Upon seeing those pitch-black feathers, Altrouge's face immediately darkened incredibly.

"Lord of the Black Wing?!!!"

"Your Highness!" Fou instantly rushed out of the alley, standing gravely beside Altrouge.

"What happened?" Arcueid asked puzzledly.

Just then, a crimson magic circle abruptly appeared.

Nearly a thousand figures abruptly appeared around the alley, surrounding the three heavily. Subsequently, excited voices resonated in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Your old subject has come to receive you, Princess!!!"

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