Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage Chapter 635: Royal Reinforcement

CH635 Royal Reinforcement

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The bandit leader commanded his surviving warriors, “Go! Kill them all!”

He then charged into the fray personally.

His eyes fixed firmly on Kavakan.

His plan was straightforward in his thoughts—

Take out the mightiest foe, and the others would crumble.

Yet before he could close in on his mark, someone blocked his path.

Mogal.

“I intended to spare you for a bit more time,” the bandit leader scoffed. “But you’re clearly eager to die. I’ll make it happen.”

He swung his curved desert sword without delay.

Mogal dodged the blow and fired back with a powerful punch.

Aware of the devastating power in Mogal’s strikes from earlier, the bandit leader refused to clash directly.

He twisted aside, barely escaping the assault.

Moments later, the pair clashed furiously—

their duel growing fiercer while Mogal cleverly steered it clear of the central battle.

Kavakan spotted this right away.

Following Alex’s earlier orders, their duties were set:

Mogal would tackle the foe’s top fighter—

—as Kavakan sliced through the horde.

With Mogal handling his task, Kavakan sprang into action without pause.

He triggered his Mark of Slaughter rune tattoo.

His Killing Intent skyrocketed higher.

A number of faint-hearted slave bandits dropped at once, their minds shattered by the crushing force—their survival in doubt.

The ones still standing didn’t last much longer.

Like a grim harvester, Kavakan swept over them, felling every bandit who lifted a weapon against him.

A slaughter unfolded.

Six Gold Rank bandits, spotting the danger he represented, rushed to encircle him, using sly strike-and-fade moves to try exhausting him.

Meanwhile, the other Gold Rank combatants shifted focus to the raid group.

At that point, Mogal’s fight started turning sour.

The bandit leader’s blade struck repeatedly, slicing light gashes over his frame—

Individually trivial, yet cumulatively bleeding away his stamina bit by bit.

Mogal pondered revealing his secret weapon—but held back.

Too soon.

Feeling the momentum swing, the bandits surged with boldness.

Their morale soared as victory loomed closer.

Instead of quickly dispatching the weaker raiders, they toyed cruelly, dealing slow, agonizing slices.

Wounds meant to torment, not end.

Pressure built on Kavakan and Mogal.

Worry seeped in—

—and that split-second doubt drew fresh wounds from their enemies.

Skrreee—!!!

Regality Aura!

Right when defeat loomed near, a noble eagle’s screech echoed over the field.

It bore an immense royal presence—like a sovereign claiming total rule of the heavens.

Spatial Rend!

Suddenly, a slash of spatial power ripped through the sky, speeding at the bandit leader.

He dodged on instinct, dropping his assault on Mogal and leaping back awkwardly.

The blade whiffed—

—though its wake didn’t.

A massive tear gouged the earth, the ground rent apart by the sheer might.

The bandit leader’s eyes bulged.

‘Would I have endured that straight on?’

For an instant, his focus slipped—and Mogal seized the chance.

“Unlock!”

The Chains of Unyielding released their hold.

Raw power coursed into his veins.

Mogal funneled it into his fist without pause and unleashed the blow.

No flashy explosion erupted—

All the force condensed into pure smashing power.

His punch slammed into the bandit leader’s gut—a savage, precise liver shot.

The result hit instantly.

The bandit leader flew back, vomiting blood as he smashed into a cliff, his Aura shield failing to blunt the full force.

Mogal sank to a knee, exhaustion crashing over him—the rebound from his burst hitting hard.

The bandit leader fought to stand, his frame quaking from grave—probably deadly—damage.

Yet he hauled himself upright.

With his wrecked body, he tried fleeing.

The newcomer wouldn’t allow it.

Dream Dive!

From overhead, the eagle swooped down.

Her shape flickered—becoming half-phantasmal as she dove earthward.

At the last second, she flipped—talons extended foremost.

Her razor claws, honed sharper by spatial energy, shredded straight through the bandit leader.

He crumpled—

—torn into four chunks.

Skrreee—!!!

Again, the eagle’s imperious call pierced the air as the haze cleared, unveiling her majestic figure completely.

It could be no one else—the herald of the Raging SunWolf King—the Rune Sage—the self-proclaimed Queen of the Skies...

Senu.

Her predatory eyes scanned the chaotic battlefield in a flash.

She zeroed in right away on the six Gold Rank warriors encircling Kavakan.

Spatial Step!

One powerful wing flap later, she disappeared—

—reappearing in a blink directly overhead of Kavakan.

Dazzling Strike!

Shadow Scream!

Blinding light exploded from her gaze, as a shrill, mind-scrambling cry ripped through the sky.

The dual attacks slammed into the Gold Rank bandits head-on—paralyzing them instantly.

Oddly enough, Kavakan stood right at the heart of both blasts yet suffered no impact whatsoever.

As soon as the bandits froze—Kavakan struck without pause.

Whirlwind!

Spatial Slash!

His axes whirled into a ferocious storm, shredding the three closest bandits in one seamless sweep.

Meanwhile, Senu swooped down on the others—her razor-sharp talons ripping them to shreds relentlessly.

Within seconds, every one of the six lay lifeless.

Threats cleared for the moment, Kavakan, Mogal, and Senu shifted focus to the wider battlefield.

The sight that greeted them shattered the foes' morale utterly.

Seeing their Combat Master leader and several Gold Rank elites drop so swiftly crushed any fight left in the surviving Gold Rank bandits—they picked flight over honor.

They bolted.

The raiding party pursued, slaying a handful—though some managed to slip away.

Burning with rage over their dead comrades, the raiders unleashed hell on the leftover slave bandits.

They hacked them down ruthlessly—leaving barely a fifth of the initial force alive.

Finally, they halted, binding those who had already dropped their arms in defeat.

Senu's sudden entrance flipped the battle in moments—but the harm was already inflicted.

Close to half the raiding party's numbers had perished.

Survivors clutched wounds of all degrees—no one walked away untouched.

They wasted no time, rallying to head back toward BloodIron.

The less hurt ones propped up the gravely injured, pushing forward at top speed despite everything.

Just a single conviction propelled them onward—

If they reached the mansion...

Reached Eleanore...

Survival was theirs.

That faith alone fueled their steps.

Upon their return, Eleanore proved true to form.

Spotting their dire state, she leaped to work, sorting them by injury level with lightning efficiency.

Alex pitched in too—bolstering her with his milder healing magic.

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