Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

Chapter 183 183:Offer[III]

Chapter 183 183:Offer[III]

Amidst the chaos of battle, Sander, Ian, and Vikram fought side by side with their fellow soldiers as they marched ahead. Their weapons clashed against the relentless onslaught of Orcs but without caring for their lives they held on.

They were out of breath and dead tried but they didn't give up

No, they couldn't give up because someone was fighting for them ahead.

With gritted teeth and steely determination, they followed Leon who created a tale of horror for the Orcs and their only hope of turning the tide against the encroaching horde.

With him taking the lead and tagging along with Commander Irina, they just had to take the opponent of their levels from Disciple to Grandmaster.

As the fight raged on, the trio had broken through their limits and already reached Martial Grandmaster which they didn't think was possible.

They even have lost their weapons and we're fighting picking up everything they got in their hand.

"Sander, watch your left!" Ian shouted, his sword slicing through the air as he fended off a group of Orcs trying to flank them.

"I've got it!" Sander replied, his spear thrusting forward with precision as he pushed back against the relentless tide of enemies.

Vikram, his axe swinging with deadly accuracy, roared with fury as he cleaved through the Orcs with each powerful strike. "Keep them away from me!"

Their voices echoed amidst the chaos of battle, rallying their comrades to stand firm against the relentless assault. Together, they formed a wall of defense, holding back the Orcs with every ounce of strength they possessed.

But as the battle raged on, the Orcs pressed forward totally going wild, their numbers seemingly endless. With each passing moment, the gap between them and Leon grew narrower, threatening to engulf him in a sea of enemies.

"We can't let them run rampage!" Ian cried out, his voice hoarse with exertion as he redoubled his efforts to keep the Orcs at bay.

Sander gritted his teeth, his muscles straining with effort as he fought to hold the line. "Stay strong ! We can't falter now!"

With a collective roar, they pushed back against the tide of Orcs, with their determination unwavering in the face of overwhelming odds.

After an unknown amount of time…..

Huff....Huff....Huff....

"The sky is darkening a bit but this battle isn't showing any sign of ending," Vikram murmured, wiping the blood that dyed his face.

"Why aren't these fuckers stopping?"Sander screamed stabbing the spear.

"Why are you always complaining? Look at Leon fighting for his and our lives.If he hadn't broken the encirclement, many troops might have died."Ian shouted giving a snort.

"Do you think I am Leon?That fucker is a beast in man's clothing."Sander screamed.

"Yeah, that guy is more than a beast.If any other Martial Lord is asked to perform like that he would already piss his pants."Vikram muttered, wiping the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

They didn't know what was going on as the battle at the front had been halted. Sadly, they were a bit far away and amidst the towering figures of Orc and Ogre, it was difficult to see.

"Whatever!"Sander shrugged his shoulders and stepped forward only to pause a bit.

"HUH!"

"What happened?"

Vikram and Ian asked, seeing Sander distorting the expression.

All the hairs on his body stood erect and his body started shaking.

"I...I don't know why I feel dej.....

Sander hadn't even finished his sentence when his voice trailed off with a sense of déjà vu, and then a sudden movement from the writhing shadows on the ground caught the attention of Ian and Vikram.

Before they could react, a figure shot forward with lightning speed with its form shrouded in darkness.

With a single swift motion, the figure sliced through Sander's neck, severing his head from his body in a horrifying display.

Blood spurted out like a fountain and the shadowy figure bypassed Sander and in the next second, his figure fell down on the ground with a thud.

While the head that flew up was caught by the figure.

"ARRRRGHHHH!"

"WHAHAHHAHAT!"

With screams of bewilderment and shock ringing all around, the soldiers around flicnching back in fear jumped away as far as possible with a swift reaction.

Few tried to attack but they found their body turned powerless as a great sensation emerged from the figure.

But.....

Vikram and Ian stood frozen in disbelief and horror as they witnessed their friend Sander's brutal demise at the hands of the shadowy figure, whose sinister smile only added to their anguish.

Tears welled up in Vikram's eyes, his expression distorted with a mixture of grief and rage.

His hands trembled with emotion as he struggled to comprehend the senseless loss of his friend all of a sudden. Anger burned deep within him, urging a desperate need for revenge against the shadowy figure who had torn their group apart.

Meanwhile, it took a few moments for Ian to understand what was happening. He blinked his eyes to process the scene before him and as the realization finally dawned upon him, his jaw clenched with anger and his eyes blazing with a fiery intensity

His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white as he fought to contain the overwhelming rage coursing through him.

Sander had been more than just a friend. Though the time spend with him was short,he had been a comrade, a brother-in-

arms.

And now, his life had been cruelly cut out before their very eyes even before they could react.

Their grief morphed into a seething anger as they stared at the smiling figure who gave twisted mockery of their pain. Every fiber of their being screamed for kill, for retribution against the shadowy figure that had taken the Sander in an instant.

"I will kill you….."

But as they stood there, consumed by grief and rage, Ian and Vikram, overcome with shock and rage, lunged forward in a desperate attempt to retaliate.

They extended their weapons at the shadowy figure but…

Before they could take more than a single step, the images of the figure blurred, and in the next instant, their heads were swiftly removed from their bodies, falling to the ground with sickening thuds.

The place fell silent, and except for the sounds of blood dripping from the hands of the mysterious figure. As the lifeless bodies of Sander, Ian, and Vikram lay on the ground, Avelin turned back with a smile and raising the three heads, he screamed aloud.

"I offered you a chance, Leon!"