Chapter 149
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Chapter 149
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HEL SCANS
[Translator – Peptobismol]
[Proofreader – Demon God]
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The white mountain mist flowed along the ridgeline. The morning air was damp, and a spring rain trickled through the trees, drumming softly.
The sky seemed brighter than when Ronan had left Philleon. The mist rising from the damp soil carried a thick, earthy scent. Ronan, surveying the surroundings, muttered curses under his breath.
“Fuck...”
Any remnants of drowsiness vanished entirely. Memories from a few hours ago briefly resurfaced as Ronan recalled hearing the news in the predawn darkness.
He was getting a good night’s sleep for the decisive battle with Shullifen. Suddenly, the door of the dormitory burst open, and a familiar voice echoed into the room.
– Ronan. Get up.
– ...Instructor?
Ronan raised his head. Navirose stood at the doorway. Gazing through half-awake eyes, he noticed her attire, she was dressed in combat gear.
There was no apology for interrupting his sleep or barging in unannounced. In that moment, Ronan realized the gravity of the situation. Shaking off sleep hastily, he spoke up.
– What’s going on?
– Intelligence arrived that the Dawn Brigade has been decimated. I thought you might be interested, so I came to inform you.
Ronan’s eyes widened. The Dawn Brigade was part of the Imperial army’s specialized forces dedicated to Nebula Clazier, the group led by Zaifa.
– Just a moment.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
Within minutes, Ronan was ready to depart. Luckily, the scene wasn’t too far from the campus. A drizzle continued, painting the still-dark correctional facility with a somber hue. The two mounted their steeds...
* * *
“It’s dreadful.”
“Yeah.”
Navirose, who had been scanning the scene, clicked her tongue. Ronan’s consciousness returned to the present. He nodded in agreement.
“Indeed.”
He tried to breathe only through his mouth, dreading the dizziness that would come from inhaling the metallic-blood scent in the air.
Corpses surrounded them. Bodies, some still retaining color, exuded crimson blood. Nearly ninety-something figures filled the spaces between the trees, all belonging to the Dawn Brigade. About seventy percent were human, the remaining thirty percent were burly creatures- the beastmen.
Fortunately, their bodies were relatively intact, no dismemberment or signs of cannibalism. Identification wouldn’t be an issue, thanks to this.
‘Damn it.’
Ronan gritted his teeth. The grim reality that he should be relieved by such facts was bitterly ironic. He muttered under his breath.
“It seems you won’t need to exert any effort.”
“Bweeh...”
Cita, who was crouching over Ronan’s head, shook her head. Ronan had brought Cita along in case there were any survivors, but it turned out to be pointless. The only survivors were those who were not at the scene.
First, they needed to ascertain the circumstances. Navirose seemed to share the sentiment, signaling to a soldier who was issuing orders to approach.
“Hey, hold on. I need to talk to you.”
“Hmm?”
The soldier cocked his head, wearing a lieutenant’s raincoat. He recognized Navirose and gasped.
“...Wha!”
He hurried over, adorned with insignias marking him as a lieutenant. He saluted Navirose upon recognizing her.
“Oh, Miss Navirose, you’re here?. If you had informed us, we would have come to receive you!”
“Enough of that. I’d like to hear an explanation of the situation.”
“Yes, of course! I’ll tell you as much as I know... But we also discovered the scene after everything had been done, so we don’t have much information.”
The lieutenant stumbled through his words. His ashen complexion betrayed immense tension. Navirose’s influence became apparent once more.
“About two hours ago, soldiers conducting reconnaissance found them. It’s presumed they were ambushed while assembling during a night operation or meeting.”
“That makes sense. Seems like some members of Zaifa’s unit were involved. Where’s that cat? Was it caught up in this mess?”
“Haa... damn it.”
After taking a few puffs, she exhaled the smoke, and the white vapor dispersed into the air. After inhaling and exhaling about three times, she handed the pipe back.
“Hartaway county in the north. You’re still young, but you’re doing something this good.”
“It’s my only luxury. I don’t have much else to spend money on.”
“You did well. The lack of results is more frustrating than anything.”
Navirose clicked her tongue. The clouds were clearing, revealing the blue sky. The remaining bloodstains on the slope still emanated a strong smell of blood. Ronan turned to Cita and said.
“Cita.”
“Bwaa!”
Cita spread her four wings. The blood that had seeped into the ground was absorbed into her body in droplets. Her absorption ability seemed to have increased significantly compared to two years ago.
“...Pyaah?”
“What’s the matter?”
Suddenly, Cita tilted her head. A crimson magic circle appeared before her, emitting a red trail that traced the bloodstains – a magic Ronan had seen in Gran Cappadocia. It was clearly a magic that traced the blood trails and tracked down survivors.
Their eyes met. Cita took off, and Ronan chased after her.
“Damn, I’ll be right back!”
“Ronan?”
Ronan didn’t look back and ran. Twigs and leaves brushed against him. His pace wasn’t long, and soon, Cita halted in front of a massive tree. A distressing sob emanated from underneath the aged tree.
The crimson trail was severed in front of the tree. It seemed like there were survivors below. Rolling up his sleeves, Ronan pushed against the tree.
“Hmph!”
It was heavy. Ronan had to switch his power source and use Varen’s Aura. As the golden aura surged up his arm, his muscles expanded.
Everything was fine, the problem was, his strength had increased too much. Crash! As the tree flew away, Ronan’s body leaned forward.
“Whoa?!”
His eyes widened. Beneath the fallen tree, there was a massive pit. Ronan, rolling down, came to a stop, bumping into something soft and moist.
The smell of beastmen and the metallic tang of blood were mixed together. Ronan raised his head and frowned.
“You...!”
“Ah... aah... aah...”
A Werelion was crouched down, trembling. Since it had no mane, it was a lioness. Groans were coming from her mouth.
“Bweeh!”
Cita landed on Ronan’s head. Ronan, recognizing the Werelion, raised an eyebrow. She was clearly Nemea, who served as a lieutenant in Zaifa’s unit.
“...Are you okay?”
“Ahh... ah...”
She seemed unaware of Ronan’s presence. It was the first time Ronan had seen a Werelion so terrified. Her once glossy fur was now soaked and ragged, almost like a mop with a mix of blood and rainwater.
“Damn, this isn’t the time for this. Come on.”
Frantically rummaging through his pocket, Ronan pulled out a glass bottle. It was a special potion from Varen carried for emergencies. If combined with Cita’s healing abilities, it could handle most serious injuries.
As Ronan cautiously approached, the lieutenant sensed his presence and looked up. Their eyes met. Suddenly, the lieutenant’s entire body bristled, and she recoiled.
“Your, your eyes...!”
“Huh?”
“Aaaahhh! Don’t come any closer!”
The lieutenant let out a roar. Ronan tried to calm her, but it was in vain. Retreating to a dead-end, she began clawing at the wall. Sounds of people approaching from above could be heard.
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Chapter 149
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HEL SCANS
[Translator – Peptobismol]
[Proofreader – Demon God]
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The white mountain mist flowed along the ridgeline. The morning air was damp, and a spring rain trickled through the trees, drumming softly.
The sky seemed brighter than when Ronan had left Philleon. The mist rising from the damp soil carried a thick, earthy scent. Ronan, surveying the surroundings, muttered curses under his breath.
“Fuck...”
Any remnants of drowsiness vanished entirely. Memories from a few hours ago briefly resurfaced as Ronan recalled hearing the news in the predawn darkness.
He was getting a good night’s sleep for the decisive battle with Shullifen. Suddenly, the door of the dormitory burst open, and a familiar voice echoed into the room.
– Ronan. Get up.
– ...Instructor?
Ronan raised his head. Navirose stood at the doorway. Gazing through half-awake eyes, he noticed her attire, she was dressed in combat gear.
There was no apology for interrupting his sleep or barging in unannounced. In that moment, Ronan realized the gravity of the situation. Shaking off sleep hastily, he spoke up.
– What’s going on?
– Intelligence arrived that the Dawn Brigade has been decimated. I thought you might be interested, so I came to inform you.
Ronan’s eyes widened. The Dawn Brigade was part of the Imperial army’s specialized forces dedicated to Nebula Clazier, the group led by Zaifa.
– Just a moment.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
Within minutes, Ronan was ready to depart. Luckily, the scene wasn’t too far from the campus. A drizzle continued, painting the still-dark correctional facility with a somber hue. The two mounted their steeds...
* * *
“It’s dreadful.”
“Yeah.”
Navirose, who had been scanning the scene, clicked her tongue. Ronan’s consciousness returned to the present. He nodded in agreement.
“Indeed.”
He tried to breathe only through his mouth, dreading the dizziness that would come from inhaling the metallic-blood scent in the air.
Corpses surrounded them. Bodies, some still retaining color, exuded crimson blood. Nearly ninety-something figures filled the spaces between the trees, all belonging to the Dawn Brigade. About seventy percent were human, the remaining thirty percent were burly creatures- the beastmen.
Fortunately, their bodies were relatively intact, no dismemberment or signs of cannibalism. Identification wouldn’t be an issue, thanks to this.
‘Damn it.’
Ronan gritted his teeth. The grim reality that he should be relieved by such facts was bitterly ironic. He muttered under his breath.
“It seems you won’t need to exert any effort.”
“Bweeh...”
Cita, who was crouching over Ronan’s head, shook her head. Ronan had brought Cita along in case there were any survivors, but it turned out to be pointless. The only survivors were those who were not at the scene.
First, they needed to ascertain the circumstances. Navirose seemed to share the sentiment, signaling to a soldier who was issuing orders to approach.
“Hey, hold on. I need to talk to you.”
“Hmm?”
The soldier cocked his head, wearing a lieutenant’s raincoat. He recognized Navirose and gasped.
“...Wha!”
He hurried over, adorned with insignias marking him as a lieutenant. He saluted Navirose upon recognizing her.
“Oh, Miss Navirose, you’re here?. If you had informed us, we would have come to receive you!”
“Enough of that. I’d like to hear an explanation of the situation.”
“Yes, of course! I’ll tell you as much as I know... But we also discovered the scene after everything had been done, so we don’t have much information.”
The lieutenant stumbled through his words. His ashen complexion betrayed immense tension. Navirose’s influence became apparent once more.
“About two hours ago, soldiers conducting reconnaissance found them. It’s presumed they were ambushed while assembling during a night operation or meeting.”
“That makes sense. Seems like some members of Zaifa’s unit were involved. Where’s that cat? Was it caught up in this mess?”
“Haa... damn it.”
After taking a few puffs, she exhaled the smoke, and the white vapor dispersed into the air. After inhaling and exhaling about three times, she handed the pipe back.
“Hartaway county in the north. You’re still young, but you’re doing something this good.”
“It’s my only luxury. I don’t have much else to spend money on.”
“You did well. The lack of results is more frustrating than anything.”
Navirose clicked her tongue. The clouds were clearing, revealing the blue sky. The remaining bloodstains on the slope still emanated a strong smell of blood. Ronan turned to Cita and said.
“Cita.”
“Bwaa!”
Cita spread her four wings. The blood that had seeped into the ground was absorbed into her body in droplets. Her absorption ability seemed to have increased significantly compared to two years ago.
“...Pyaah?”
“What’s the matter?”
Suddenly, Cita tilted her head. A crimson magic circle appeared before her, emitting a red trail that traced the bloodstains – a magic Ronan had seen in Gran Cappadocia. It was clearly a magic that traced the blood trails and tracked down survivors.
Their eyes met. Cita took off, and Ronan chased after her.
“Damn, I’ll be right back!”
“Ronan?”
Ronan didn’t look back and ran. Twigs and leaves brushed against him. His pace wasn’t long, and soon, Cita halted in front of a massive tree. A distressing sob emanated from underneath the aged tree.
The crimson trail was severed in front of the tree. It seemed like there were survivors below. Rolling up his sleeves, Ronan pushed against the tree.
“Hmph!”
It was heavy. Ronan had to switch his power source and use Varen’s Aura. As the golden aura surged up his arm, his muscles expanded.
Everything was fine, the problem was, his strength had increased too much. Crash! As the tree flew away, Ronan’s body leaned forward.
“Whoa?!”
His eyes widened. Beneath the fallen tree, there was a massive pit. Ronan, rolling down, came to a stop, bumping into something soft and moist.
The smell of beastmen and the metallic tang of blood were mixed together. Ronan raised his head and frowned.
“You...!”
“Ah... aah... aah...”
A Werelion was crouched down, trembling. Since it had no mane, it was a lioness. Groans were coming from her mouth.
“Bweeh!”
Cita landed on Ronan’s head. Ronan, recognizing the Werelion, raised an eyebrow. She was clearly Nemea, who served as a lieutenant in Zaifa’s unit.
“...Are you okay?”
“Ahh... ah...”
She seemed unaware of Ronan’s presence. It was the first time Ronan had seen a Werelion so terrified. Her once glossy fur was now soaked and ragged, almost like a mop with a mix of blood and rainwater.
“Damn, this isn’t the time for this. Come on.”
Frantically rummaging through his pocket, Ronan pulled out a glass bottle. It was a special potion from Varen carried for emergencies. If combined with Cita’s healing abilities, it could handle most serious injuries.
As Ronan cautiously approached, the lieutenant sensed his presence and looked up. Their eyes met. Suddenly, the lieutenant’s entire body bristled, and she recoiled.
“Your, your eyes...!”
“Huh?”
“Aaaahhh! Don’t come any closer!”
The lieutenant let out a roar. Ronan tried to calm her, but it was in vain. Retreating to a dead-end, she began clawing at the wall. Sounds of people approaching from above could be heard.
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[Proofreader – Demon God]
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Chapter 149HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodThe white mountain mist flowed along the ridgeline. The morning air was damp, and a spring rain trickled through the trees, drumming softly.The sky seemed brighter than when Ronan had left Philleon. The mist rising from the damp soil carried a thick, earthy scent. Ronan, surveying the surroundings, muttered curses under his breath.Fuck...Any remnants of drowsiness vanished entirely. Memories from a few hours ago briefly resurfaced as Ronan recalled hearing the news in the predawn darkness.He was getting a good night's sleep for the decisive battle with Shullifen. Suddenly, the door of the dormitory burst open, and a familiar voice echoed into the room. Ronan. Get up. ...Instructor?Ronan raised his head. Navirose stood at the doorway. Gazing through half-awake eyes, he noticed her attire, she was dressed in combat gear.There was no apology for interrupting his sleep or barging in unannounced. In that moment, Ronan realized the gravity of the situation. Shaking off sleep hastily, he spoke up. What's going on? Intelligence arrived that the Dawn Brigade has been decimated. I thought you might be interested, so I came to inform you.Ronan's eyes widened. The Dawn Brigade was part of the Imperial army's specialized forces dedicated to Nebula Clazier, the group led by Zaifa. Just a moment.This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform.Within minutes, Ronan was ready to depart. Luckily, the scene wasn't too far from the campus. A drizzle continued, painting the still-dark correctional facility with a somber hue. The two mounted their steeds...* * *It's dreadful.Yeah.Navirose, who had been scanning the scene, clicked her tongue. Ronan's consciousness returned to the present. He nodded in agreement.Indeed.He tried to breathe only through his mouth, dreading the dizziness that would come from inhaling the metallic-blood scent in the air.Corpses surrounded them. Bodies, some still retaining color, exuded crimson blood. Nearly ninety-something figures filled the spaces between the trees, all belonging to the Dawn Brigade. About seventy percent were human, the remaining thirty percent were burly creatures- the beastmen.Fortunately, their bodies were relatively intact, no dismemberment or signs of cannibalism. Identification wouldn't be an issue, thanks to this.Damn it.'Ronan gritted his teeth. The grim reality that he should be relieved by such facts was bitterly ironic. He muttered under his breath.It seems you won't need to exert any effort.Bweeh...Cita, who was crouching over Ronan's head, shook her head. Ronan had brought Cita along in case there were any survivors, but it turned out to be pointless. The only survivors were those who were not at the scene.First, they needed to ascertain the circumstances. Navirose seemed to share the sentiment, signaling to a soldier who was issuing orders to approach.Hey, hold on. I need to talk to you.Hmm?The soldier cocked his head, wearing a lieutenant's raincoat. He recognized Navirose and gasped....Wha!He hurried over, adorned with insignias marking him as a lieutenant. He saluted Navirose upon recognizing her.Oh, Miss Navirose, you're here?. If you had informed us, we would have come to receive you!Enough of that. I'd like to hear an explanation of the situation.Yes, of course! I'll tell you as much as I know... But we also discovered the scene after everything had been done, so we don't have much information.The lieutenant stumbled through his words. His ashen complexion betrayed immense tension. Navirose's influence became apparent once more.About two hours ago, soldiers conducting reconnaissance found them. It's presumed they were ambushed while assembling during a night operation or meeting.That makes sense. Seems like some members of Zaifa's unit were involved. Where's that cat? Was it caught up in this mess?Haa... damn it.After taking a few puffs, she exhaled the smoke, and the white vapor dispersed into the air. After inhaling and exhaling about three times, she handed the pipe back.Hartaway county in the north. You're still young, but you're doing something this good.It's my only luxury. I don't have much else to spend money on.You did well. The lack of results is more frustrating than anything.Navirose clicked her tongue. The clouds were clearing, revealing the blue sky. The remaining bloodstains on the slope still emanated a strong smell of blood. Ronan turned to Cita and said.Cita.Bwaa!Cita spread her four wings. The blood that had seeped into the ground was absorbed into her body in droplets. Her absorption ability seemed to have increased significantly compared to two years ago....Pyaah?What's the matter?Suddenly, Cita tilted her head. A crimson magic circle appeared before her, emitting a red trail that traced the bloodstains a magic Ronan had seen in Gran Cappadocia. It was clearly a magic that traced the blood trails and tracked down survivors.Their eyes met. Cita took off, and Ronan chased after her.Damn, I'll be right back!Ronan?Ronan didn't look back and ran. Twigs and leaves brushed against him. His pace wasn't long, and soon, Cita halted in front of a massive tree. A distressing sob emanated from underneath the aged tree.The crimson trail was severed in front of the tree. It seemed like there were survivors below. Rolling up his sleeves, Ronan pushed against the tree.Hmph!It was heavy. Ronan had to switch his power source and use Varen's Aura. As the golden aura surged up his arm, his muscles expanded.Everything was fine, the problem was, his strength had increased too much. Crash! As the tree flew away, Ronan's body leaned forward.Whoa?!His eyes widened. Beneath the fallen tree, there was a massive pit. Ronan, rolling down, came to a stop, bumping into something soft and moist.The smell of beastmen and the metallic tang of blood were mixed together. Ronan raised his head and frowned.You...!Ah... aah... aah...A Werelion was crouched down, trembling. Since it had no mane, it was a lioness. Groans were coming from her mouth.Bweeh!Cita landed on Ronan's head. Ronan, recognizing the Werelion, raised an eyebrow. She was clearly Nemea, who served as a lieutenant in Zaifa's unit....Are you okay?Ahh... ah...She seemed unaware of Ronan's presence. It was the first time Ronan had seen a Werelion so terrified. Her once glossy fur was now soaked and ragged, almost like a mop with a mix of blood and rainwater.Damn, this isn't the time for this. Come on.Frantically rummaging through his pocket, Ronan pulled out a glass bottle. It was a special potion from Varen carried for emergencies. If combined with Cita's healing abilities, it could handle most serious injuries.As Ronan cautiously approached, the lieutenant sensed his presence and looked up. Their eyes met. Suddenly, the lieutenant's entire body bristled, and she recoiled.Your, your eyes...!Huh?Aaaahhh! Don't come any closer!The lieutenant let out a roar. Ronan tried to calm her, but it was in vain. Retreating to a dead-end, she began clawing at the wall. Sounds of people approaching from above could be heard.HEL SCANSTranslator PeptobismolProofreader Demon GodJoin our Discord for release /invite/dbdMDhzWa2
