[Level 130: 667/1070>>>Level 130; 917/1070] The outer space of the Command Post was wiped clean of all Ethisian guards. With the collaboration of two of his Blood Warriors, Ace managed to wipe out the Ethisians quickly in only a matter of seven short minutes. Once they were killed, their bodies were dissolved in Blood Acid before having their essence extracted. Now, the Blood Bishop had ten more Blood Warriors in his army, increasing the number to; [Conjured Warriors; 679>>>689] [Blood Mana Lv5:39,514/64,000>>>39,764/64,000] "Let us proceed inside, Blood Co..." "I’ll do this myself, Enoris," Ace silenced the Blood Warrior, standing still while exchanging glares with her. "I estimate to be slightly less in there. Besides, it being the inside means that they’ll most likely have security cameras and alarms. I do not wish for you, or me, to trigger them." "Return." Both Blood Warriors were summoned back, allowing Ace to tackle the situation on his own. The Blood Bishop wished to use his Blood Harvest Gauntlets but the small amount of damage on them hindered him from doing so. What was worse was the conditions set if he wished to have them fixed. Ten liters of his blood was just too precious for him to sacrifice at the moment. [Blood Sprint Lv2: Activated] Running at full speed through the long hallway allowed the Blood Bishop to infiltrate the inside building of the Command Post. Having a well-lit atmosphere with tiled floors, the building was quite beautiful and had a comfortable vibe which surprised Ace. ’Too bad most of this will be soaked in blood.’ A few meters ahead of him was a gate and behind the gate was a long wall inside the mountain with a large glass pane in the middle showing Ethisians moving in and out. The gate acted as a blocker for the Miners whose movements were now limited by their persecutors. ’Four guards, two cameras. Can’t kill them brutally just yet.’ Ace sprinted with his hands spread apart, quickly approaching the Ethisians at speeds so great that their eyes weren’t able to fully recognize him before it was too late. In one moment, they were keeping watch of the mine with their weapons drawn, and in the next, their chests were plagued with a bone-crushing pain that numbed their body. The most update n0vels are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Too weak to stand, drenched in too much pain to scream, and too scared to move, the Ethisians were left to slowly fall to the ground and die while Ace leaped over the gate like it was nothing. Hiding in the shadows, he witnessed a deep hole with hundreds of tunnels intertwining within the walls of the mountain, containing hundreds of miners working tirelessly with Ethisians keeping close eyes on them. Their bodies were beaten and worked intensely. Their sunken bodies showed that they were malnourished and the distraught frowns on their faces were testimonies of how wicked and cruel their persecutors were. ’All of this is going to end.’ Instead of going for the Ethisians one at a time, the Blood Bishop made his way into the control center where he found hundreds of monitors, communicators, and a beacon designed to send messages to the other Ethisians in the different Command Posts scattered across the area. No one manned the controls, allowing Ace to sprinkle drops of his acidic blood which chewed through everything. Now, no one was going to come to the Ethisian’s rescue. No matter how loud they screamed, no one would come to their aid for all their means of communication were cut off. This meant that Ace could kill them as quickly and as brutally as he wanted. "Miner, return to your post immediately..." an Ethisian walked in on the Mutant, having only seen his back. Spitting commands, the creature was bothered when it saw how the "miner" wasn’t complying with it. "...are you deaf? Return to your post immedia...." Gawking blood from his mouth, the alien locked eyes with the human who had his claw deep in his chest. They could both feel hot blood dripping to the floor with Ace holding the Ethisian’s still beating heart in his hands. He smiled and slowly tugged away at its strings, bringing the Ethisian to its knees. The creature desperately tried calling for backup but it received no signal thanks to the Human who acidified it. It was now left to die with the last thing it saw being the malevolent grin of a Human. "D-damn it...the Granians...are...here!!" Ace pulled the Ethisian’s heart from its chest, kicked over its body, and laid it next to its eyes. Slowly, the Ethisian felt its life leave its body while its heart still pulsated due to its muscle memory. The sight was truly horrifying but not as horrifying as the unholy levels of pain dancing in his body. "you’ll...die for...t..." [Level 130: 917/1070>>>Level 130: 942/1070 Ace proceeded to sweep the building, taking out the Ethisians one at a time. The Blood Bishop used every painful tactic he used as a way to make the Ethisians pay for what they did to the miners. In a way, this was his sick and twisted version of vengeance even though he was in no way affiliated with them. Still, it felt nice helping out the innocent when he had the power to do so. [Level 130: 942/1070>>>1,442/1070] [Level 131: 372/1080] [All stats have been increased by one point.] In twenty-five minutes, the inside of the building was now free of living Ethisians, leaving Ace to deal with the ones outside. Quietly, he ran past each one of them and touched nothing but their chests. Their bodies dropped to the ground as they convulsed, a bloody-white foam frothing from their mouths. Their eyes popped with blood oozing from every orifice on their heads. "My job here is done," Ace proclaimed as he stood at the highest and darkest point. The miners triumphed and celebrated while they laid waste to the Ethisian bodies that were just lying around. Screaming and laughing like children, they piled them all in one place and threw them into the deep hole they were forced to dig. This was amusing but somehow demeaning to Ace for he knew that these same miners were going to return to this type of life, only this time they’d be under the ruthless claw of the Granians. "Tough world they live in," he sighed. "I shouldn’t be one to talk. I’m a slave to the Granians as well...for now." Unlike her brother who was having an easy and dry experience with the Ethisians, Cherry was struggling with the rain and cold winds of the planet while making her way to her destination. The raging cold winds caused her bones to ache with her joints throbbing intensely. The rain was so heavy and thick that it nearly hindered her sight. She was sure she wouldn’t find it if it weren’t for the bright lights in the Command Post. Aside from that, the area had a wide gate receiving large numbers of Ethisians coming in in large vehicles. She counted eight Ethisians in each vehicle and there were about ten vehicles in the line if one didn’t mention the ones already inside. "Damn it," she sighed angrily, her fingers digging deep in her red cold hands. "Lucky bastard, having a freaking army at his disposal while I only have thirty Blood Clones and one measly Mutant clone. Tsk. Let’s just get this over with." The Blood Knight quickly transformed and snuck through the back. Using the cover of darkness, and the thick haze brought by the rain, she was able to move in undetected while keeping a close eye on the Ethisians. Her excellent vision, sense of smell, and hearing made her job slightly easy...that was if she was only meant to spy on them. ’You have got to be kidding me!!’ Cherry hadn’t started her mission but she was already feeling overwhelmed and mentally exhausted with the number of Ethisians she counted. Two hundred and sixteen was the number she counted and others were moving inside the many buildings around her. The Command Post she was in was more like a shipping dock with hundreds of carts containing things she didn’t know of. Space Ships and large land vehicles moved in and out of the Command post while most of the Ethisians offered help with loading and offloading said vehicles. In addition to that were many large crates, things that looked like tractors which were responsible for lifting the heavy loads all at once. While some loaded and offloaded crates into the ships and land vehicles, other highly-trained Ethisians stood guard of the Command Post with two weapons on their bodies, a gun-shaped blaster in their hands, and a traditional weapon of choice strapped to either their backs or their sides. ’Damn it,’ Cherry complained, her frustration already mounting to great levels without her doing much. ’Couldn’t they have given this to Ace? How the hell am I supposed to kill these a**holes without drawing any attention to myself?’