First Light of a New Age

Chapter 69: Kiss of Death

“Kill that man!!”

“Unforgivable!”

The enraged members of Rainbow Roses aimed their weapons at him all together in an act of vengeance, but the man before them wanted to advise them that their actions were very rash, knowing their rage had clouded their judgment.

Meanwhile, the auction guards and his henchmen were facing the battle with clear heads despite the death of their comrades. Their discipline and coordination pushed the intruders back so hard that they even forced the furious Dark Elf, Alamak, to momentarily lose sight of her target.

“Blockade the exit!”

“Provide cover for Sir Lance!”

“Hurry with assisting the flank!”

As the guards and henchmen pressed their attack, the women of Rainbow Roses, blinded by their grief over their fallen comrades, exposed too many vulnerabilities. 

One by one, they began to fall and crumbled like dominoes.

“No…!”

Slicing another guard into two, Alamak witnessed the miserable end of her sisters who fell down like dry straw.

“Sisters!!”

Her members were lessening at every passing moment, and her state of mind worsened the more it went on. She went on a wild rampage alongside the Elementals like a crazy bitch souped up on chemicals.

But even in her frenzy, she was strong.

Were it not for the wall of men standing in her way, she would have cut down the man with the hat and magic flintlock, avenging her fallen comrades, whom she considered her family.

“JD LAAAAAAAAAANCE!!”

The Dark Elf’s scream of pure rage shook the entire building, and an overwhelming bloodlust erupted from her, which caused everyone to freeze in place as the air around them grew unnaturally cold.

Shing! Spurt!

With a single, devastating swing of her saber, dozens of auction guards and Lance's henchmen were cleaved in half, and a horrendous amount of their blood splattered across the room like a grotesque rain.

But amid the carnage, one man stood untouched, and was the one she most desired to kill.

“Forget fame and representation, I AM GOING TO WIPE YOU OUT FROM THE FACE OF THE WORLD!”

Lance smirked, unbothered by the intense bloodlust directing against him. “Finally decided to get serious, huh? After I finish killing these bitches and fags like dogs right right in front of your eyes?”

An orange aura, streaked with black threads, expanded around his body. In response, a pink hue radiated from Alamak, crackling with raw power. 

As the mana on both of them soared, the atmosphere inside of the room became tense, filling the space with an oppressive energy.

Intense bloodlust enveloped the room and murderous intent thickened the air as the two glared at each other.

“Any last words before I erase your miserable existence?” Alamak hissed in a cold and lethal voice.

Lance chuckled. “Yeah, sure.”

After saying this, he closed his eyes briefly and exhaled a long breath. When they snapped open, the orange aura surrounding him flared with terrifying intensity.

“Let’s dance.”

Alamak’s sharp gaze locked onto Lance’s hand, anticipating his next move. Just as he began to raise his Magic Flintlock, she had already made her move.