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"Guys! Enemy incoming! And they are running fast!"

The crew was still in the military truck, racing to find their team leader, Riley, while a group of enemies closed in behind them. As Wood warned, they were sprinting, almost unnaturally fast, like something out of an anime.

Or in simple terms… Naruto fashion.

Despite the military truck traveling at the speed of 60 miles per hour, the elves were able to catch up to the vehicle.

"There they are! Johann, tell them to pull over!" one of the elves shouted.

Nodding his head, the elf accelerated his speed and managed to catch up to the vehicle with ease. Running alongside it, he leaned toward the driver's seat where Price sat and called out, remarkably polite for the circumstances.

"Good evening, dear sir! Would you kindly pull over?"

Price glanced over and disregarded his advice. His only response was a raised middle finger before jerking the wheel hard, sending the truck into a sharp drift. The maneuver was sudden and expertly done, causing a few elves to slam into the side of the vehicle and tumble over its roof. But the others kept coming, relentless in their pursuit.

"Well, that’s a 'no,'" an elf muttered as he glanced at the vampire member in their group. "HANZERFAUST, now!"

"Yes, sir!"

Without hesitation, the vampire dissolved into a swarm of bats and swirled upwards in the sky like a dark, menacing mass of cloud. The swarm then launched toward the truck like a volley of missiles.

"Oh, crap! Enemy drone strikes inbound!" Woods shouted.

The Special Operatives quickly took up positions and fired rapidly at the approaching high-speeding bats. Hundreds were shot down, but it was like trying to empty an ocean with a spoon. Despite their modern weapons, the numbers of bats were almost unlimited. For every one that fell, ten more seemed to take its place.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each time a bat impacts themselves onto something, they explode and send shockwaves that rocked the vehicle, threatening to push it off course.

"YOU'VE!"

Boom!

"GOT!"

Boom!

"TO!"

Boom!

"BE!"

Boom!

"SHIT"

Boom!

"TING!"

Boom!

"MEEE!!"

Price kept ranting as he zigzagged the truck and avoided the suicide bats, when all of a sudden, a distant sound of a horse's neigh reached their ears.

Woods, Belinski, Tavish, and Polities glanced down the road and spotted a horse wreathed in dark mist and glowing menacing orange eyes, charging straight at them.

"Damn it! We've got another problem," Tavish growled.

“Polities, use whatever magic you’ve got to kill that thing!” Woods barked.

"You want me to take that thing alone?!" Polities asked, clearly alarmed.

"Who said anything about fighting alone?" Tavish responded with a serious smile as he pulled a machine gun from his Spatial Ring.

Woods and Belinski followed suit as they also drew their guns and weapons with grim determination.

Polities smirked. "Alright, I’m in."

With that, he took position at the rear of the truck, keeping watch on the approaching creature in the form of a nightmarish horse. As it drew closer, several whips of dark mist erupted from its mane like writhing serpents. Price caught sight of the tendrils in the side mirror, and his face tightened with concern.

"That’s definitely not good," he muttered.

As the Dark Horse chased the group down, its tendrils lashing out in an attempt to seize the truck, but the team at the rear opened fire and aimed for the creature's glowing eyes. The bullets hit their mark, temporarily blinding it, but the eyes regenerated almost instantly, and the spent rounds fell away as if swallowed by the mist.

"Fools. All who interfere shall burn!" The Black Horse spoke in a deep and otherworldly, demonic voice as it wrapped its dark tendrils around everyone's necks, trying to wrench them from the truck by force.

"Cut the tendrils!" Woods yelled, struggling to free himself.

Just as the creature began pulling them back, Polities reacted as he summoned a magic weapon which formed out of thin air from his [Pocket Dimension]. With quick speed and precision, he sliced through each tendril, shattering them into pieces.

"Whoa!" Woods exclaimed, impressed.

Without missing a beat, Polities launched the weapon like a javelin, piercing the horse’s head clean through. For a moment, the creature faltered, then its head regenerated as the mist swirled back into shape.

"Nice work, elf!" Tavish called out.

"Thanks, but that thing’s not slowing down," Price warned.

With a determined look, Price slammed his foot on the gas, pushing the truck harder in an effort to outrun the Black Horse and the pursuing elves. Yet no matter how fast they went, the monstrous creature and their enemies continued to chase them and matched up with the truck's speed.

Suddenly, the Black Horse lashed out with its dark tendrils, coiling them around Polities and engulfing him in an eerie, black substance.

"Ahhhhhh!" Polities screamed, feeling the strange energy invade not just his body, but his very soul.

"Polities!" Tavish shouted and raised his gun to fire at the creature. But before he could act, Polities let out a primal roar.

"RAAARGH!"

Summoning all his strength, Polities tore himself free from the tendrils. Without hesitation, he reached into his [Pocket Dimension] and draw out a flaming chain. With a fierce swing, he lashed it at the Black Horse and wrapped it tightly around the creature’s head.

Gritting his teeth, Polities held the chain and spin at the rear of the truck, using the momentum to swing the massive creature. With one final pull, he hurled the Black Horse into a nearby building, sending debris flying as the Dark Spirit crashed through the structure.

But just moments later, the Black Horse burst out of the wreckage, hitting the ground with a thud and resuming its chase.

“Polities, what the hell is that thing?” Woods demanded urgently.

“When it had me wrapped in its tendrils... I’m certain it’s a Chaos Spirit,” Polities responded, still catching his breath. “And I hate to say this but… from what I have studied, Spiritual Lifeforms are immune to all physical attacks. None of you guns could work on it!”

“Motherf-... what the hell are we supposed to do, then?” Tavish cursed.

Price, still focused on driving, cut in. “We keep running! And don’t forget, we’ve—”

Before Price could finish, Tavish interrupted with his eyes widen. "We’ve got incoming!"

He pointed upward. Above them, a Dark Elf can be seen leaping from rooftop to rooftop, moving with inhuman speed and reflexes, effortlessly keeping pace with the truck.

Price took a sharp right turn down the street, but the male Dark Elf leapt from a building, grabbed a lamppost mid-fall, and used it to swing down onto the street with incredible precision. The moment he hit the ground, he sprinted after them, and his speed increased with every step.

“Great, now we’re dealing with ninjas?” Woods muttered, squinting as he watched the Dark Elf closing in, matching the pace of both the Dark Horse and the pursuing elves.

"Holy hell, he's gaining on us fast!" Woods raised his sniper and fired, but the Dark Elf sidestepped the shot with lightning reflexes.

Tavish followed with another round, only for the Dark Elf to catch the bullet in mid-air and crushed its tungsten core with ease.

"Yo, bruh! You stink!"

Tavish’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell is with this guy’s speed? He’s outrunning the horse, the elves, and our truck, and he just caught a fucking bullet like it was nothing!"

Polities rummaged through his Dimensional Storage. "Hold up. I think we’ve got something from that auction..." He pulled out a long, golden staff adorned with colorful stones, each one radiating with power.

Inspecting it, Polities could feel the staff pulsing with mana.

‘Is this an elemental staff? Let’s find out.’

With that in thought, he tapped into the yellow mana stone and fired a bolt of lightning, but the Dark Elf effortlessly slid beneath the attack with exceptional speed, never slowing as he continued his chase.

‘‘Only one element at a time, huh?’ Polities thought.

Switching tactics, he activated the cyan mana stone, and an orb of ice formed at the staff’s tip. With a swift motion, he fired it at the Dark Horse, freezing the spectral creature in place.

But the Dark Elf didn’t stop. He jumped onto the truck, grabbing the rear bumper and pulling himself up with ease. Within seconds, he was standing in front of the group.

“There you—" Polities began, but before he could finish, the Dark Elf delivered a brutal roundhouse kick to his head.

The blow knocked Polities out cold, the Elemental Staff slipping from his grasp and clattering to the truck bed.

Woods swore under his breath. "Well, that’s just great."

"What's up? Name’s Bolt," the Dark Elf said, giving a quick upward nod to the humans with an unsettlingly casual grin.

The squad glared at him, and in an instant, Tavish raised his rifle to fire. But before he could pull the trigger, Bolt darted forward and landed three rapid jabs to his face, followed by a brutal kick to his chest.

“Ugh!!” Tavish coughed a mouthful of blood as he stumbled back after enduring the flurry of punches. “That motherfucker!”

'Damn, this man is so fast that my eyes couldn't even follow his movements,' Tavish pondered, wiping His mouth.

Seeing his squadmate get battered, Woods turned and aimed his gun at Bolt. But the Dark Elf was faster as he slammed a punch directly into Woods' face.

"Oh, Jesus!" Woods yelped as the force of the punch nearly sent him flying out of the truck, but Belinski quickly grabbed him and yanked him back inside before he fell.

Suddenly, the same Dark Horse burst out of an alley to their right and smashed into the side of the truck with brutal force, sending the vehicle into a wild 360-degree spin, but Price expertly shifted gears and regained control, keeping the truck moving forward.

Despite the chaotic maneuver, Bolt managed to hold onto the truck and avoid falling off. He turned his attention to Belinski and launched a flurry of rapid punches.

“ORA!! ORA!! ORA!! ORA!! ORA!! ORA!! ORAAAA!!!”

Belinski raised his gauntlets and blocked the attacks. But Bolt wasn’t finished. With a powerful uppercut, he shattered Belinski's guard, following it up with a vicious punch to his gut. As Bolt spun for a final kick, Belinski grabbed his leg with one hand, stopping him cold.

With his free hand, Belinski drew a pistol from his Spatial Ring and fired point-blank, unloading several rounds at Bolt’s chest, head, and vital points.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

The bullets bounced harmlessly off the Dark Elf’s magical barriers, but the kinetic force knocked him back, making him wince as the rounds struck his head, leaving him dazed.

Once he completely emptied his magazine, Belinski immediately unleashed a storm of punches in retaliation.

"RAHHHH!"

Bolt, however, expertly parried the stream of punches perfectly and demonstrated impressive agility and precision. Despite the sheer speed and power behind Belinski’s attacks, so fast they were nearly invisible to the naked eye, Bolt matched him blow for blow with casual ease, showing just how skilled and formidable he truly was.

The two stood locked in a deadly dance with a whirlwind of fists and fury, neither giving an inch.

As the chase went on, Tavish kept firing round after round at the Dark Horse and the sprinting elves, as his frustration mounted with every pull of the trigger.

“Seriously, we can't kill it, and we can’t even slow it down!”

"I got this," Woods walked forward and pulled a sniper rifle from his Spatial Ring. He took aim at the charging horse, zeroing in on its head.

Bang!

The deafening crack of the .50 caliber round echoed through the air, and the bullet exploded into the Dark Horse’s head. But in mere seconds, the creature’s head regenerated, and it kept charging.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned,” Woods muttered.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the truck, Belinski was still hammering Bolt with a stream of punches, until the Dark Elf countered with a quick right hook, dazing the human.

"Look, human," Bolt grinned slyly, "You’re new to this whole magical fighting thing. How about you surrender, hand over our stuff, and that little girl? Makes it easy for everyone, yeah?"

Before Bolt could finish his smug request, he didn't notice Polities stood up and summoned a spear from his Dimensional Storage.

Sensing danger, Bolt instinctively leaped aside, barely dodging the spear that landed where he had just stood. But the evasive maneuver left him wide open for Belinski’s counterattack, who rushed forward and landed a sharp right hook to the face, followed by a brutal uppercut to the gut.

Bolt, though rattled, retaliated swiftly with a left hook followed by an uppercut, but Belinski seized the moment, grabbing the Dark Elf and hurling him toward a lamppost.

However, Bolt skillfully caught it mid-air, spinning gracefully around it before launching himself back at Belinski with a kick to the face and landed nimbly on the truck’s rear.

"I haven't had this much fun in ages! How about you?" Bolt asked with a grin.

"Fuck you," Belinski spat venomously with blood dripping from his lip.

"I’ll take that as a maybe," Bolt smirked.

Just as Bolt prepared to charge again, he suddenly found himself unable to move.

Confusion flashed across his face as he looked down, only to find his feet were encased in ice, as the shimmering frost creeped from the base of the golden staff Polities held behind him.

As he turned back upfront, he was met with the rageful eyes of the human.

"..."

"...Dude, can we negotiate first?"

"Go to hell, alien ni—"

BAM!

Before Bolt could understand what that word the human was about to say, Belinski delivered a powerful kick, sending the Dark Elf flying off the truck and crashing into the windshield of a parked carriage on the sidewalk. The impact startled the Land Dragons pulling it, causing them to snort and stamp in alarm.

Bolt groaned in pain. "Ow... my back."

The Dark Horse continued its relentless pursuit, galloping after the truck with fury burning in its eyes. As Polities prepared to unleash another bolt of lightning from his staff, the creature summoned four swirling black fireballs around itself and hurled them toward the group with deadly precision.

Polities acted quickly, bringing put a giant enchanted mace from his [Dimensional Storage] and swinging it deftly, smashing three of the fireballs to pieces in midair. But the fourth was on a direct collision course with Belinski’s face. Quick on his feet, Belinski raised his gauntlets and catcher the black fireball in his hands. With a grunt of effort, he hurled it back like a baseball.

BOOM!!

Behind the group was a violent explosion that trembled the surrounding areas as it sent black flames surging through the asphalt like a tidal wave.

For a moment, the group thought the blast might have injured or at least slowed the Dark Horse. But their hopes were dashed when the creature emerged from the inferno unscathed and still charging at full speed.

"Come on!" Belinski growled in frustration.

Once again, the Dark Horse unleashed a barrage of dark tendrils and whipped at the truck from all sides. But Polities, wielding the Elemental Staff with fluid grace, parried and sliced through the tendrils with perfect precision, while Belinski used his gauntlets to smash the remaining tendrils to pieces.

Not missing a beat, Polities brought out another enchanted weapon, which was a massive crystallize spear, and with a powerful thrust, he drove it deep into the Dark Horse’s head, and the creature let out a chilling screech as ice rapidly spread from its head, freezing its entire body solid in seconds.

With the Chaos Spirit now immobilized, Polities released the spear, and Belinski pulled out his revolver, aimed at the frozen spirit, and fired.

CRACK!

The frozen Dark Horse shattered into a million glittering shards.

"Adiós," Belinski muttered, holstering his revolver with a satisfied smirk.

~ Music Ended ~

“Guys, not gonna lie, this shit might be the coolest, and CRAZIEST thing we’ve ever faced!” Woods exclaimed, barely masking a mix of excitement and disbelief in his voice.

From what they have been experiencing lately, Woods has made a great point. They had ventured far beyond the realm of ordinary combat. This was no longer a simple firefight with other humans with guns. What they were up against was something far more bizarre.

"Absolutely!" Tavish agreed.

“But still, how the hell are we so lucky!?” Belinksi added.

"Everyone, please shut the fuck up!" Price interrupts everyone's ranting with a sharp voice as he tried to keep control of the situation. "Now we need to notify command that we've been compromised, and-"

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"Music… again?" Tavish muttered in confusion as he scanned the surroundings for the source where the sounds came from.

With his six senses sensing something wrong, Polities turned to glance behind them, and his face instantly transformed into a mask of horror.

“Gentlemen, we’ve got a new problem.”

The rest of the team followed Polities’ gaze, and what they saw frightened them.

Just behind them was a huge number of elves racing toward them at unnatural speeds down the road on foot. More elves can be seen sprinting across rooftops, leaping from building to building with inhuman agility. Above them, several more flew through the sky, propelled by Flying and Wind Magic, while their eyes locked on the group like predatory birds.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“This is straight out of a superhero movie. Like the part where they chase down criminals after a heist."

“Yeah… except we are those criminals!”

“BATTLE STATIONS!” Price shouted.

Everyone scrambled into action. Tavish quickly mounted a machine gun and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the approaching enemy.

Polities and Belinski were locked on two elves who were soaring toward them with their weapons raised and their bodies propelled by magic. But before they could strike, both magical attacks and high-calibre bullets tore through their chests and sent them careening into nearby buildings, where they slammed into other elves and knocked them out of the chase.

But the danger wasn’t over, as one of the elves from the sky launched himself toward them like a missile, and swung his axe in an attempt to strike from above with lethal force.

“Left!” Woods yelled.

Price wrenched the truck to the left, and the flying elf crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, creating a shockwave. The truck, fortunately heavy enough to remain stable, barreled down the road at full speed, while the shockwave sent several elves tumbling out of their path.

At that moment, Woods loaded a grenade into his launcher and fired it straight at the oncoming elves, only for one of them to quickly summoned a glowing magic barrier that caused the grenade to explode against it and suffers no damange from it.

"...Well, that's embarrassing," Woods muttered, disappointed at his futile effort. But before he could dwell on it, he saw something worse, several flying elves casting a barrage of magic missiles directly at them.

“INCOMING!!” he shouted.

Without hesitation, Belinski, his face steeled with determination, leaped toward the incoming magical projectiles. His gauntlets glowed as he caught the energy mid-flight and hurled it back at the attackers.

The elves in the sky had no time to react as their eyes widened in shock just before their own missiles tore through them, sending their lifeless bodies falling from the sky. One crashed directly onto an elf sprinting below, crushing him instantly.

Enraged to see their own died, more flying elves unleashed another wave of magical attacks. By sheer luck, the truck swerved wildly from left to right, narrowly avoiding the blasts. Some of the errant spells struck their own forces, turning the misfired magic into friendly fire, leaving several elves blown to pieces.

“Nice work, Belinski! Though I still hate what you said to that dark elf, but you're still making this easier for us to survive!” Tavish shouted over the gunfire as he continued to rain bullets on the enemy.

“I think you misheard. I said 'ninja,' not... that other word.”

“Oh…” Tavish mumbled, feeling a bit sheepish.

Suddenly, Tavish’s eyes caught movement, revealing to be a heavily armored elf, who is sprinting after them and launched a spiked ball attached to a chain.

Whoosh! Bam!!

It whistled through the air before smashing into the right side of the truck with a deafening crash, sending the vehicle tilting to the left. Woods and Tavish were nearly thrown off, barely saved by Polities, who grabbed them at the last second.

The armored elf reeled his weapon back, preparing for another attack as he relentlessly pursued the truck.

“He’s going to hit us again!” Woods yelled, panic creeping into his voice as another elf in equally heavy armor charging towards them, preparing to smash them with a massive weapon

Before the armored elf could get too close, a flurry of gunfire rang out, and the elf’s head snapped back as a shotgun blast hit him squarely between the eyes, sending him flying mid-air and crashing into the second armored elf, and both rolling to the ground in a chaotic heap.

Everyone turned to see who had fired the shot, and saw Price on the driver seat with a shotgun still smoking in his hands.

“You could have hit us!” Tavish shouted in disbelief.

“But I didn’t,” Price replied coldly without a hint of concern.

As the chase raged on, an elf named Alvin was preparing to cast a higher tier spell, one powerful enough to obliterate entire buildings. Just as he was about to unleash his wrathful power, a barrage of magic missiles rained down upon them. Though the other elves intercepted the missiles with ease, the distraction caused his aim to falter. Instead of striking his enemies, he unleashed a massive Lightning Serpent directly into his own ranks, annihilating them in a single blast.

“What now?!” Alvin bellowed in fury, watching the smoking remains of his team.

Another elf beside him scanned the skies and noticed a new threat, which were dozens of elves in unfamiliar garb were flying toward them at high speed.

“It seems forces from other civilizations have arrived,” the elf remarked calmly.

“Great, more annoyances,” Alvin grumbled, his rage barely contained. “Send some of our men to deal with them! I don’t care what it takes, I’m getting back our stolen stocks, even if I have to burn this entire city to the ground!”

From the truck, the team could see the new arrivals descending upon their pursuers, engaging them in a furious battle of magic and enchanted weaponry.

The sky above became a battlefield, with spells and enchanted blades flashing through the air in a chaotic blur.

The carnage was immediate as elves fell from the sky, struck down by both sides as the bloodbath unfolded above.

Suddenly, Alvin, not content to wait for the fight to play out, cut through one of the new elves with a single swing of his blade and severed the unfortunate foe in half as if they were nothing. Higher up, even more of Lance’s gang joined the fray and clashed with the new faction in a violent fantasy-version of aerial warfare.

“Dear Lord,” Woods muttered in amazement as he took in the spectacle above.

“Might be another faction from a different civilization,” Price said gravely as he noticed more elves approaching behind them. “And they just don't stop. Return fire!”

Everyone in the truck’s rear opened fire, unleashing a hail of bullets and spells at the approaching enemies. The skies behind them lit up as enemies were picked off one by one.

In the midst of the chaos, Alvin grabbed one of the elves from the third party and hurled him toward the truck like a missile, only for Polities to intercept the airborne elf with a powerful kick and sent him crashing into two others, knocking them down like bowling pins.

As Polities caught his breath, something in the sky above caught his eye, and his stomach sank as he realized who was approaching.

Jason David Lance was descending toward them, riding his Chaos Spirit, who took the form of a larger horse with a pair of black wings on its back resembling a Dark Pegasus.

“Oh dear Gods. We are definitely going to be obliterated,” Polities muttered in a tense voice.

“None of you are getting out of here alive!” Lance roared venomously from above and aimed his Magic Flintlock directly at the truck, with eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

“[Dead Eye]!”

Instantly, the whole world turned monochrome and time slowed to a crawl. The wheels of the truck turned sluggishly, and Lance could see every detail, the glint of steel in the men’s hands, which appeared strange looking flintlocks or muskets, the Spatial Rings they wore which stored his stolen products, and then... the unconscious girl lying on the front seat of the truck.

Seeing his product in there, he decided to kill the driver and squeezed the trigger of his Flintlock.

BANG!!

The bullet tore through the air at a speed far greater than it had ever before, cutting through the distance between Lance and the truck like a knife through paper. He could see it, cutting toward the men in a straight, deadly line.

But just as it neared them and ready to slaughter them, the little girl in the front seat suddenly opened her eyes and glowed with an otherworldly light.

In the next instant, the space around the bullet distorted and twisted the air like a mirage.

The next moment, the bullet veered sharply, changing its trajectory and headed towards one of Lance's men who was leaping from the top of a building with his sword raised high, aiming to strike down the truck. But instead of cutting through metal and flesh, the bullet collided with him mid-air.

In an instant, his man was reduced to a bloody mist, and the sword clattered harmlessly to the ground.

The truck kept barreling forward, and the girl’s glowing eyes slowly closed again as if nothing had happened.

Not even Price and his team had noticed anything as the entire thing took place within a fraction of a second. However, the only one who witnessed it all is the one who shot the bullet in the first place.

"Damn it! Her power is returning," Lance cursed to himself as he felt the strain. The Anti-Magic Collar was losing its grip and its power faded faster than he anticipated. "If I don’t feed it more mana, we’ll lose control of her!" His grip tightened on the flintlock as he seethed in frustration.

With a quick glance at his Chaos Spirit, who is still in its horse form, Lance leaned forward and whispered sharply into its ear.

“Catch the girl, and kill these men!”

Obeying its master’s command, the Chaos Spirit dissolved into a swirling dark mist and disappeared into the air. In seconds, the mist reformed behind the truck and morphed back into its original humanoid bird form. Now, with monstrous claws over a meter long and enormous, menacing wings, the creature hovered ominously, as its eyes glowed with lethal intent.

Before anyone could react, the Chaos Spirit flapped its wings once, appearing instantaneously at the rear of the truck.

Polities, sensing the danger, unleashed a fireball from the staff, but the spirit turned to mist mid-strike and effortlessly evaded the attack before reappearing behind Polities, and prepared to drive its sharp claws into his back.

At the last second, Belinski intervened with a well-placed shot from his pistol, blasting the Chaos Spirit in the face, momentarily stunning it. Using the opening, Belinski kicked the creature with all his strength, sending it hurtling off the truck. However, the spirit's wings flared open, catching the wind and allowing it to recover in mid-air.

The Chaos Spirit then morphed its hands into twin blades made of pure darkness and threw them toward the truck with terrifying speed. But Polities, quick on his feet, raised his Elemental Staff, and with a swift incantation, he summoned a gust of fierce wind and deflected the incoming blades harmlessly away from the truck.

The team was safe for the moment, but the Chaos Spirit remained relentless as it circled the truck like a predator ready for its next move.

But just as the chaotic chase continued, Price suddenly noticed an elf sprinting out of an alleyway with terrifying speed. With a thunderous impact, the elf bashed his arm into the left side of the truck, sending it spinning out of control in a violent 360-degree spin. Everyone inside screamed as Price desperately fought to regain control, but it was no use, the truck screeched and crashed into a lamppost with a gut-wrenching crash.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause, as the enemy forces halted their pursuit, all but one elf, who leaped onto the roof of the wrecked truck and raised his sword high.

“Praise the God of War and Violence! May hell cleanse you—"

Before he could bring the sword down, his head exploded in a shower of blood and bone, leaving his lifeless body crumpling to the roof. Standing over the elf's corpse, Price coldly lowered his smoking shotgun.

"Hans! No!" one of the elves screamed in dismay. "You bastards! The dude was having such a good day! Killing minors and toddlers and shit! He was a good man!"

"Con-gra-tu-lations,” Price said sarcastically as he began clapping, “It took dozens of inhuman, retarded 'warriors' to hunt us down." He stepped down from the truck, followed by his teammates as they climbed out of the truck, weapons drawn and aimed at the elves as he continued. "Now that you have cornered us, what are you going to do now? Rape us?"

"Well, we do look kinda rapey," one elf muttered without missing a beat, earning a hard slap to the back of his head, silencing him.

"He gets it!” Price smirked and took a drag from a cigarette, blowing out smoke before speaking calmly, "Now, I hope this is everything you’ve dreamed of." He raised his guns with a cold gaze. "So have at it, then. Come at us, you Kraut shits!"

The elves erupted in laughter, clearly underestimating the humans. One of them finally stepped forward with a grin and drew his blade.

"Very well, then..."

With warning, the elf lunged at Price with a roar as his sword aimed for his throat.

"I'LL STAB YOU IN THE FUCKING THROOOA—"

Suddenly, the sentence was cut short as a grotesque gurgling sound filled the air. Out of nowhere, blades of unknown energy materialized and impaled the elf mid-leap, his body convulsing violently before melting away and exploding moments later in a flash of blood and ash.

In the eerie silence that followed, a man materialized in front of the truck. Lance, still among the enemy elves, felt a cold wave of dread wash over him as he recognized the figure.

"Benjamin?" he whispered.

Hearing the name where the person belonged, his henchmen began to murmur in shock and fear as their eyes darted toward the man who now stood before them.

"Is that… the Holy Knight himself?" one of them muttered, unable to hide his trembling as their earlier confidence instantly evaporated when they realized who they were now facing.

Standing over the area with his eyes flashing with a fierce light, the man they were all focused on was none other than the Holy Knight of one of the strongest nations in the First Civilization Zone.

His presence alone sent a ripple of fear through Lance’s crew.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Theocracy's lapdog,” Lance muttered with utter disdain in his voice.

“Yeah, it's been so long since I ever saw you, Lance," Benjamin chuckled darkly, as his gaze locked onto Lance. “Did you hear that, my friends?" he called, looking skyward.

The GaterGame gang looked up, and their faces went pale as an entire army of Holy Knights descended upon them, armed to the teeth and ready for battle as their sheer number was overwhelming.

Benjamin’s voice hardened as he addressed Lance again. "Though, I’ll give you credit for killing that bitch Sirrah and her joke of a party, but you crossed the line when you stole the Pope’s most precious treasures and had sex with the Priestess. For that, I shall kill you."

Lance erupted in mocking laughter. "Jealous, huh? Sad you never got to slap that nun's ass yourself? Face it, Benny, your religious principles are just a front to hide how more bigoted you are than all of us and how boring you are. Y’all live pathetic lives, and, if you haven’t noticed, we outnumber you. Badly."

Benjamin unsheathed his sword, with the blade glowing with holy power, and he spoke calmly, "Are you done running your mouth? Because we're done talking. We’ll fight you until the last breath leaves your body. Judgment is upon you, Lance, and that judgment is death."

Lance rolled his eyes, "Being over dramatic and such? We outnumber you in terms of numbers and firepower. Clearly you're at a disadvantage."

"You underestimate us," Benjamin replied in a low voice. "And that will be your downfall."

As he spoke, four of Lance’s henchmen, two of whom had been hiding within Benjamin's own shadow, lunged at him at breakneck speed. But before they could even strike, Benjamin spun in a fluid motion, slicing them down with a precise 180-degree sweep of his swords, and their bodies hit the ground, lifeless, as if they’d never stood a chance.

"...In case you didn’t catch my meaning," Benjamin finished in a cold voice.

Lance’s confidence wavered, but he masked it with bravado. "Alright, boys. Kill these cults!"

The following instant, the battle erupted in a frenzy with Lance’s henchmen charged, while the religious warriors, led by Benjamin, met them head-on. Steel clashed against steel, and the air filled with magic.

"Let the slaughter begin!" Benjamin roared.

"Yeah, for you!" a random henchman retorted, only to have his head blown apart less than a second later.

Among the chaos, a nun wielding a katana moved with incredible speed, and her blade moved in a blur as she cut through dozens of men, weaving effortlessly through their attacks at speeds that no human could match. With one fluid swing, a flash of light severed the heads of her enemies, and their bodies collapsed around her in an instant.

Out of nowhere, another of Lance’s men rushed her and thrust his fist forward at blinding speed. But before he could land the blow, her blade was already at his throat. His head rolled to the side as his lifeless body slumped to the ground.

Even though Lance’s gang fought viciously, throwing everything they had at the religious warriors, they were losing ground. Benjamin's forces were overpowering them, largely due to the terrifying presence of the Holy Knight himself.

Benjamin hacked and slashed through Lance’s men with both swords, cutting down thirty GaterGame gang members in a single deadly arc. Their blood splattered the walls, and their bodies crumpled under the weight of his attack.

As the battle raged on, Benjamin took a moment to survey the scene. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the battle, only to notice there was no sign of Lance.

“Where are you, you coward?”

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The clash of steel and bursts of magic echoed through the streets as the GaterGame Gang and warriors from a holy nation waged a brutal battle. Swords clanged against shields, and arcs of lightning sizzled through the air as fireballs roared and exploded, scattering debris and bodies alike.

Among the chaos, Lance can be seen slipping into a nearby alley, with a grin curling at his lips as he sees the perfect opportunity to escape.

"My apologies, my men. But I'll let you deal with them for your boss to escape,” he murmured as his hand slid into his pocket, feeling the cool, enchanted parchment of a scroll.

This is no ordinary scroll but a teleportation scroll.

Just as he unrolled the scroll and began the incantation, a deep voice from the shadows behind him broke the moment.

"Going somewhere, Lance?"

Lance froze, recognizing the voice instantly. He turned slowly to see a tall figure emerge from the smoke and dust. Benjamin, the leader of the religious warriors, stepped forward, his holy armor gleaming under the flickering light of the fires, and his eyes burned with righteous fury.

"Benjamin," Lance sneered, though unease gnawed at him. "Figured you’d be too busy playing hero to notice me slip away. You might be a formidable opponent and the son of the Pope, it doesn't stop me from escaping."

"You thought a mere skirmish would hide your escape? You're more foolish than I thought."

Lance grinned while unfurling the scroll completely. "Doesn't matter. I don’t plan on sticking around to see how this ends." He began chanting, ready to activate the teleportation magic.

But the scroll fizzled.

Nothing happened.

Lance's smirk fell. He tried again, and his voice rose with frustration as he repeated the incantation. Still nothing. Slowly, Benjamin raised his hand, and a translucent dome shone around them both, sealing the alley in a tight, eerie silence.

“Surprised?” Benjamin smiled coldly. “You’re trapped within a prison spell I designed specifically for rats like you. Anti-teleportation, anti-magic, anti-spiritual, and anti-skill. You can’t cast. You can’t escape.”

Lance’s expression darkened as he realized what was happening. He flexed his fingers, trying to conjure a spell, any spell. Nothing responded. It was as if the mana had been sucked from the air. His eyes narrowed at Benjamin, and a snarl creeped into his voice.

"You think this little trick will hold me?"

In one swift motion, Lance pulled out his magic flintlock, [Bloodborne] from his belt and fired at Benjamin. But as the magic bullet neared the warrior leader, it disintegrated harmlessly against the barrier.

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

Lance’s eyes gleamed with a desperate glint as he raised his hand and began summoning. Dark energy swirled in the air, and from the shadow, a shadowy figure of his Chaos Spirit materialized, radiating its ancient and malevolent presence as usual.

“Let’s see how your precious barrier handles this!” Lance growled as his confidence returned.

Benjamin watched calmly, almost pitifully. “I told you already,” he said. “The prison traps spiritual entities too.”

The moment the Chaos Spirit advanced, the barrier pulsed, and the Spirit of Chaos collapsed inward upon itself, drawing it into its depths. The creature let out a distorted wail before vanishing, and was sucked into the barrier’s confines.

Lance stumbled back, with horror replacing the bravado on his face. His last trump card, gone. His chest heaved as he glared at Benjamin, as rage overtook him.

“You... You’ll pay for this!”

But Benjamin’s eyes hardened. “No. Your sins end here.”

Raising both of his hands in a prayer, Benjamin whispered a word of power, and a brilliant light gathered on top of the barrier, coalescing into a point of overwhelming energy.

“God of Light and Order. Listen to my wish...”

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“Erased everything…”

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“[Disintegration].”

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In the next instant, a blinding beam shot forth from above, enveloping both Lance and the remnants of his Chaos Spirit.

Lance struggled violently as he noticed his legs were bound by glowing white magical threads. His teeth clenched, and he let out a primal scream.

“Fuck!”

Panic flooded his eyes as they widened with each passing second. Desperately, he tried to raise his Magic Flintlock and aimed to destroy the barrier confining him, but it ended up being a futile effort. He was unable to escape.

"FUCK!!"

The magical threads constricted tighter, wrapping around him like a predator’s snare. As Lance fought in vain, an intense surge of energy began to engulf him, wrapping his entire body in a white-hot light. His form flickered and then started to disintegrate, and his essence torn apart.

"Haaaaa!!!"

At the last moment, just before his figure disappeared, everyone in the streets was able to pick up his anguished-filled scream.

Booom!

Another thunderous explosion resonated throughout the alleyway. A while passed before the dust settled, and at that moment, anyone who witnessed it dared not utter a word as they focused their attention to where Lance had once stood, where now only a small crater remained.

Standing tall in the center of it was the imposing and majestic figure of Benjamin. His mere presence commanded the attention of everyone around him as he gazed at the crater, and a slight frown creased his face.

"...Well, that was a disappointment," he muttered, staring at the empty spot where Lance had been. No remnants, no artifacts, not even the Chaos Spirit remained.

He had unleashed [Disintegration], his most powerful offensive spell among the Holy Magic system. It is an attack that causes spiritron decay, erasing anything within its area of effect at the speed of light. Not even spiritual entities could avoid annihilation.

While it can destroy anything within its area of effect, Disintegration has a limited range, hence it might have much less effects against targets with considerably large size.

But despite its overwhelming power, Benjamin couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied.

Though [Disintegration] was formidable, capable of erasing nearly anything within its range, it paled in comparison to the Pope's version, whose skill so powerful it was said to have slain Higher Dragon Lords, which are Transcendent Tier 3 creatures.

“My Lord, should we also track down the group these bastards were chasing for some reason?” one of his men asked, breaking the silence.

Benjamin turned, his eyes narrowing as he glanced in the direction where the group that Lance and his gang had been chasing inside that massive, moving metal vehicle, now long gone into the streets.

After a moment of thinking, Benjamin shook his head. “No. Whoever they are, they’re not our concern or business to begin with. Besides, our task here is finished. We should return to the First Civilization Zone and report this to the Pope.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

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Free Trade City of Aquarius, Red-Light District

1st Year of God, Friday, 2nd Week, Month of Abraham

In the dark, damp air of one of the Aquarius City famous districts known as the red-light district, a man came be seen pushing through the neon-lit haze. His footsteps echoed off the wet pavement as he moved toward a dimly lit building with a flickering neon sign.

It wasn't his first time in the underbelly of the city, but this particular establishment, “Crimson Twilight”, was a place he had never dared to enter. But, tonight he had a mission, one that could shape the city's future.

The door creaked as he entered. The air inside was thick with cigarette smoke, and the rhythmic pulse of low, pounding music reverberated through the walls. He scanned the room, a collection of patrons lounging in dimly lit corners, and scantily clad men dancing on poles, as their movements languid and feline.

He realized with a start that this wasn’t just any strip club.

But his face remained unreadable, knowing the strange encounter he was about to have would be far from ordinary.

He made his way past the male dancers and into a private room, where a powerful scent hit his senses, sweat, musk, and something else, primal and feral.

In the dim red light, he saw them. A massive, muscular man lounged in the center of a velvet couch, naked, with his skin glistened under the muted lights.

His chest rose and fell with deep, powerful breaths, and his body covered in scars that only added to his raw allure. Wolf-like ears jutted from his head, twitching occasionally, and his eyes, golden, predatory, gleamed with a barely restrained hunger.

He was in the middle of an intimate moment with two man, with their pale white translucent bodies entwined around him.

Upon a closer look, the man could tell what they are.

These are vampires.

But right now, their eyes, bloodshot with lust, were occasionally flicking toward him standing in the doorway.

Soon enough, the naked muscular man looked up and locked eyes with the newcomer.

"Hm, I smell a familiar sense from you. You work for her? If so, what is the message she sent you?" He growled in a low and guttural voice, while his hands still gripped one of the male vampires, who moaned softly.

The man cleared his throat, trying not to focus on the scene in front of him. "Yes. My boss, Ms. Klinton, has a proposition for you. She’s planning a New Order in Aquarius City, and she wants you and the Mercenary Gang to join her side."

The man’s wolf ears twitched, but he didn’t immediately respond, as his attention momentarily distracted by the slender neck of one of the feminine male vampires, which he licked languidly.

After a pause, he looked back at the man. "Elaborate."

Taking a deep breath, the man launched into a carefully rehearsed pitch, explaining how Scyllary’s vision of power included the naked man at the top, ruling over vast territories. He mentioned riches, power, and control over slaves, those who would bow to his strength.

A spark of interest flickered in the wolf man’s eyes, but his lip curled into a sneer. "Slaves, huh? And I get to pick? Free woman slaves, you say?"

The man nodded, though a sense of unease crept up his spine as he noticed the growing intensity in the naked man’s expression.

"Yes, as many as you want."

But the naked man’s face twisted in disgust. "Women? Pah. They're weak, pathetic, disgusting!" He shouted as his fingers tightened around the vampire boy’s throat, causing a whimper. He leaned in closer to the pale neck, and licked along the vein. "Men, on the other hand, are better. Stronger. Perfect~"

The man stifled a sigh, and felt his patience wearing thin. “Look, just accept the deal. You can have all the male slaves you want, but they’re not exactly easy to find. Male sex slaves generally are kinda rarer than the female ones, you know… especially the young ones.”

The wolf demihuman grinned, revealing sharp, wolf-like teeth, as his eyes glowed with wicked amusement. "Oh, and the little boys too. The younger, the better." He licked his lips slowly, relishing the thought. “The things I could do to them. I want to ravage someone right now.”

With a savage growl, he turned his attention back to the two male vampires, his hands rough and possessive as he resumed his depraved actions towards them.

Moments later, their soft moans filled the room as the man’s primal desires took over.

The man watched for a moment, as his eyes narrowed in distaste, before sighing deeply.

"Fenrir, the Apex Predator... what a weird, twisted man."

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A/n: Fuck me, what the hell am I writing? I don't know which one I should worry about. My readers’ reactions? Their assumptions that I'm into this stuff? Or violated Wattpad’s guidelines?