Seraphs of the Emperor’s Judgment

Chapter 128: End of the Trial

Although they didn't actively possess Night Vision Goggles, in the chaotic combat, the fresh blood flowing out from physical bodies and shadows would nevertheless still appear exceptionally conspicuous under the illumination of the firelight.

After Bahram took a deep breath, he stabbed toward that guy who was entangled with him.

He expected to see a uniform or armor, but when leaving a clear strike, he instead only saw muscle and hair.

This guy was indeed very strong.

Bahram exerted even more force before thrusting out the second strike. The blade trembled when it hit bone.

Following the dagger ruthlessly stabbing in, an answering roar reverberated within the tunnel.

He stepped back a few paces, withdrawing his weapon before the attacker pounced on him, and backed up to lean against the wall.

Relying on the intermittently appearing firelight, he saw that he had stabbed a big fellow with a face full of fierce flesh, wearing an ill-fitting combat uniform with a bare chest, with several Grenades tied around his waist.

He pounced toward Bahram like a bear, the dagger in his hand thirsting for fresh blood and revenge.

At this moment, Bahram's brain was instead exceptionally calm. He fiercely dashed forward, subsequently bending his waist and passing under the other party's armpit, then turning around and taking a step forward, stabbing the knife deeply upward and inward.When the dagger plunged in deeply, he carefully savored the satisfying vibrating sensation of the steel, the warm feeling of the surging fresh blood drowning over his hand.

In the next second, groans and trembling came from ahead.

The other party turned around and swung his dagger over. Yet Bahram was exactly as if he had a premonition of his movement, tilting his head to evade this strike.

Bahram had originally hoped and expected that that single stab could finish off the other party, but obviously this big fellow wasn't that fragile.

Seeing the other party's sharp blade approaching, he dodged to the right with a speed he couldn't achieve normally, at the same time whipping his right leg out just like an iron whip.

Accompanied by a muffled thud, that big fellow continuously staggered backward clutching his chest; his ribs seemed to have all been kicked until cracked.

While he tottered and retreated, Bahram had already charged up, his left hand hooking onto the other party's right arm smoothly, and fiercely stabbing his dagger, making the other party's weapon drop from his hand to the ground amidst miserable screams.

But that person still had not given up.

Although Bahram's offensive was very successful, he was also forced to draw close to his opponent. Thus, that large fellow directly gave him a headbutt.

"Ugh——"

He let out a pained sound, stumbling as he retreated.

The other party's hard forehead smashed into the center of his face, letting intense pain and fresh blood enshroud his entire face.

He tottered, barely evading the bullets whizzing past above his head.

Whereas that big fellow frantically attempted to draw something from his belt. However, the tendons of his right wrist had already been severed; he could only switch to using his less proficient left hand.

In his exasperation, he simply directly tore the belt off.

But right when his hand had just been raised, Bahram sent it flying into the darkness outside their line of sight with a roundhouse kick.

In that instant, he clearly saw that a string of Grenades was tied to the belt.

Subsequently, the two once again fell into close-quarters hand-to-hand combat. They were just as if fighting inside a spiderweb, and any single mistaken movement would bring about death, or being hit by the surrounding stray bullets.

Amidst the flickering firelight, the other party's enormous fist flew over. Bahram dodged toward the left side, then punched the other party's ribs.

Although his two hands couldn't compare to those who were accustomed to wielding knives and swords, year-round labor also made them covered in calluses, yet they also became dripping with fresh blood from repeatedly striking bone.

Bahram tried to loop around behind his opponent, but the big fellow twisted him and throttled his neck.

This originally should have declared the conclusion of the combat. However, that person only had one intact hand that could be used.

The boy roared, tensing the muscles of his neck to resist the effort trying to suffocate him.

Instinct told him that there was only one simple method to break free from such a grappling hold—using a shoulder throw to toss his opponent out.

But the difference in physique between the two was too huge; it was very difficult for such a technique to be displayed.

Thus he chose to fiercely charge backward, the two of them falling towards the rear almost simultaneously.

In the next second, the back of the big fellow's head smashed onto a giant cobblestone. This impact made his head sway forward, his nose involuntarily smashing once again onto the back of Bahram's head.

This was quite fierce; even Bahram painfully furrowed his brows.

But regardless this made the other party loosen their grip on his neck. He turned around, dizzy and dazzled, and thrusted out his fingers.

His index and middle fingers jabbed onto the other party's face, narrowly piercing the other party's eyeballs.

That person subsequently instinctively lowered his head, emitting blurred sounds, and staggered backwards to lean against the rock wall, sliding down to the ground.

A few bullets whizzed past; Bahram had no choice but to bend his waist to evade.

Seizing this opportunity, that person tumbled to the ground and began crawling forward on his belly over the crushed stones.

Looking along the direction the other party was crawling, Bahram realized that that person was right about to drag himself toward the previously kicked-away belt. In this process, his hand was still forcefully reaching forward.

"Stop——"

Realizing the danger, Bahram pounced onto the body of that big fellow, pressing the other party down and trying to haul him backward.

But that person suddenly erupted with massive strength. He dragged Bahram along on the ground, striving with all his might to approach that belt.

Bahram used his arms to tightly clamp down on the other party's arm, attempting to make him unable to reach forward again, and grabbed a sharp rock by the side, frantically hammering upon that person's spine.

Within the darkness, humanity faded away; they were only left with maddened Bestiality.

Even though his back was jabbed into a bloody mess by the rock, that big fellow was still striving to shift toward the belt.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters; those bloodstained fingers trembled as they grabbed toward those Grenades.

Bahram, whose eyes had already turned red with killing intent, suddenly saw a flash of light in the darkness.

His dropped dagger lay right by their side.

Thus he grabbed the dagger, at the same time using all his strength to plunge it in from the back.

This single strike, directly pierced into the heart.

The big fellow trembled beneath Bahram. He still reached his arm toward the belt; at this time, he was a mere single finger's distance away from it.

He let out unwilling pants.

"Sorry."

After Bahram finished speaking in a low voice, he pulled out the dagger and fiercely slashed across the other party's neck from behind.

That extended hand subsequently fell powerlessly.

After a brief shudder, there was silence.

Bahram subsequently acquired those several Grenades.

Boom——!

When those several Grenades flew into the crowd, this combat also lost all suspense.

"How did you settle him just now?"

Everyone crowded around the big fellow who had just died. Oskar confirmed that this should absolutely be the squad leader of the squad they had eliminated.

After passing through the noisy combat, silence could no longer be restrained. Tremors drilled into his right arm along Bahram's spine, making his dagger sway and shake.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his grip strength, using his sleeve to wipe across his face covered in blood. Next he gazed toward the darkness, but there was absolutely nothing there now.

"I——"

Before Bahram spoke out these words, it felt as if an eternity had passed. His voice sounded like a piercingly hoarse whisper.

"I also don't know."

Suddenly, outside the cave, a faint explosive roar rose up. The boys ran to the cave entrance to look, discovering a golden flare shell currently slowly rising.

The sunrise of the sixth day, had arrived.