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Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Death is coming for us (1)

Ragnar was moving at a fast pace, he looked like an electric blue flash. Prometheus noticed Ragnar's offensive but it was too late. He didn't have time to avoid his attack. Ragnar's dagger came directly towards Prometheus' face. Prometheus had just enough time to make a pats back when the dagger touched him. Ragnar gave a vertical blow that slashed Prometheus' chest. Nicolas who was standing between Brutus and Prometheus tried to hit Ragnar with an arrow but Ragnar had already disappeared. Blood was flowing from Prometheus' chest. Suddenly he started to feel dizzy. "Shit, the dagger is poisoned. ». Prometheus had just finished his Phrase when he fell. He felt that his body was losing its strength.

Brutus was lying on the ground, he no longer had a leg only bones. He was powerless. The rage began to devour him, he wanted to fight and kill his men. But he was afraid, afraid to live a whole life without his legs. He turned to Nicolas who was protecting him, Brutus was looking for comfort. But what he saw made him even more afraid. Nicolas was covered by sweat. He was panting. If he kept using his mana heart so intensively he would run out of energy. Brutus tried to canalize his strength into his mana heart. He wanted to try to do something. He didn't know what, but he had to do it.

Nicolas was overhanging, his acolytes were out of action and he was getting tired. He turned to Prometheus. He saw directly that the young man had been poisoned. His vain attempts were beginning to take on a green hue, his body was paralized. Yet he seemed to be making an incantation. Nicolas, who had to protect and fight from his opponent at the same time, decided to go on the offensive. Otherwise he might end up exhausted first.

***

In Champdor City, a meeting was held. Two men were standing in front of the council. These men were Rajnish and Nostradamus. Nostradamus stood up straight and spoke in an imposing way.

- Good morning, honored member of the council. I'm here to make a request for backup for the mission I've been assigned.

5 older men were standing in front of Nostradamus. They were sitting in front of a large circular burrau. The man at the centre of the other four was called Gontran. He was the head of the armed forms of the state police. He was a terribly old man. He had a long grey beard and wore a blue uniform. He looked at Nostradamus with disdain.

- What do you want, Nostradamus. The prodigal child does not succeed in his mission.

It was common knowledge that Gontran had a grudge against the family of Nostradamus.

- Not a member of the council. I have successfully completed my mission. I discovered with Rajnish where the red king's headquarters was located.

All the members of the council except Gontran seemed surprised. He whispered between them. "He does it." "But this mission is known to be impossible. "This child is a gift from the gods." "I told you so." Gontran seemed pretty angry. He had not expected Nostradamus to succeed in a mission as hard. King's capture missions were known to be impossible. But not for Nostradamus who had simply incredible abilities. If Nostradamus had really succeeded in this mission, he would surely be promoted as a strategy for state investigations. Grontran assigned this mission to Nostradamus so he could miss it, but he had succeeded, his anger was at its height.

- Little impertinent. Why are you calling us here? To brag. We' re wasting our time.

Nostramus bowed.

- No, my superior. I'm here to make a request for backup. In 3 months we plan to attack the Red King's headquarters. So we need reinforcements for this mission.

- You already have an agent of rank A with you and you are of rank S, what more do you want?

( The ranks in the state police are not the same as those of mercenaries. A mercenary of rank S is equivalent to a state investigator of rank A).

- I admit it, we're not strong enough. We would need at least 5 other investigators at rank A and 10 at rank B.

The other members of the council seemed to agree rather well. A 50-year-old man started talking.

- I agree with that.

The other members of the council began to follow him.

- Me too.

- Likewise.

- It would even need more.

Gontran was seeing red. But tried to keep up.

- It's okay. It's okay. You will have 5 agents of rank A and 10 of rank B. But nothing more.

Nostradamus moved towards gontran. He had a macabre smile.

- May I ask a favor? Can I choose them.

***

Prometheus was about to pass out. Yet he was using all the energy he had left to make a zero rank spell. Acid splash. This spell was rather long to do but was one of the most devastating spells of rank 0. In the world of Prometheus acid was a formidable weapon, there was no defense against it if it did not dodge.

Nicolas had a plan. He had to defend Brutus and Prometheus but also take care of his two opponents. It therefore had to reduce its weaknesses. He ran towards Brutus and grabbed him by the neck. When his hand grabbed Brutus, Rolo rushed towards Nicolas. But Nicolas was not only an archer but also a hand-to-hand fighter. Nicolas surprised Rolo and took a jump. The leg lifting Nicolas gave Rolo a severe blow on the face. After the hit Rolo fell to the ground 5 meters further on. Nicolas took advantage of this and threw Brutus' body towards to Prometheus. But at that moment Ragnar came out of the shadows and headed for Prometheus near for the finished him.

Nicolas was too far away and there was nothing he could do. Rolo who had planned to create a diversion to help Ragnar was laughing. But against all odds Prometheus seemed calm. He had just finished his field. His spell was over. Ragnar had not yet understood what Prometheus was doing, so he was not on the defensive. Suddenly when there were only 2 meters left between them. A ball of acid formed on top of Prometheus' head. Ragnar opened his eyes wide. He had just understood. He tried to avoid it. But the acid ball went straight into his face.

A scream was heard, but two men were wounded to death. Nicolas had just thrown his knife straight at Prometheus' heart. He had landed a little below but had wounded Prometheus at a vital point. His face was white and blood was flowing on the blade. Yet Prometheus seemed calm.


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