Rising god
Chapter 149: Silent Dancer & Mystic One

Chapter 149: Silent Dancer & Mystic One

The Blightroot estate’s grand hall was a blood-soaked ruin, its gilded chandeliers swaying, marble floor slick with crimson pools.

The 7th Division, battered and burned, had slain the Iron Brotherhood’s fire spirit dog, its flames fading into ash after devouring ten members—their bodies charred, limbs torn, screams silenced in molten agony.

Rakel Voss, chest heaving, blood dripping from burns across his arms, scanned the chaos.

’It will take him about a day before he can summon that dog once more. Now we have to worry about the second.’ From the beginning, the second man hadn’t moved.

’We’re spent.’ They were already out of energy in the first place; this fight was only exhausting them all the more. Some of them had burn marks all around their bodies.

’The fact that Jin still hasn’t come means he is facing another enemy. Could it be another 7th star?’ He wondered how Baines alone was faring against the enemy.

"Impressive, considering it was a high-ranked spirit," the summoner grandmaster sneered, weaving through the air. Four summoning circles flared, birthing a flame bird, a water whale, a stone golem, and a lightning spark. "Attack!" he commanded.

The spirits surged, a cacophony of elemental fury.

"Disperse!" Rakel roared, abandoning unified defense. Clustering against the dog had cost them; scattering was riskier but spared them concentrated slaughter.

The flame bird screeched through the hall, its eyes locked on his target, and dove for the attack.

"DIEE!" the third seat bellowed, hurling his massive frame with a huge mana armor glowing over his body. The bird’s screech seared half his face, flesh blistering, one eye melting, but he didn’t stop. With a loud roar, he enveloped himself around the bird to crush its form.

"Nooo..." One of his division members shouted at him to stop; however, it was too late. The fire grew intense and,

BOOOOOOOM!

The bird exploded, its flames consuming it and the third chair.

Everyone waited to see the results, only to see ashes with the explosion settling.

The 3rd chair of the 7th division had died.

One of the pillars of the division had fallen, which caused panic among the division members. Regardless, the spirits didn’t stop their attack. Meaning, there was no time to mourn or witness the effect of his death. But thankfully, he had killed one with his death.

The lightning spark zapped through the hall, streams of electricity arcing, stunning soldiers. Luckily, its lightning didn’t have a one-strike, one-kill effect.

A division member convulsed, muscles seizing, skin smoking as lightning built agony over time, her scream a choked gargle.

The stone golem lumbered toward Rakel and Wayla, its granite fists smashing the floor, marble splintering. Wayla’s daggers skittered off its hide, sparks flying, while Rakel’s Soloris Flore unleashed a golden waterfall, eroding its surface, stone dust clouding the air.

Maybe the most dangerous was the whale. It was as strong as the flame dog. It flooded the hall, its wave drowning a member, and with a Chum. Its jaws snapped, decapitating another, her headless body collapsing, blood fountaining into the flood.

"Sunlight’s Grace!"

The division’s two healers, stationed at the hall’s rear, unleashed a spell, golden light bathing the division members. The two healers in the division had been preparing their spell for a while now, but now it was ready.

All allies suddenly found the strength they didn’t have before. Their aura and mana rushed back into them.

"Temporarily, you have returned to the peak of your strength." One of the girls said.

The whale’s gaze locked on the healers, its flood surging toward them. They were now its new target. The flood followed it as it moved to the girls.

"Soloris Flore!"

Rakel summoned another golden waterfall, halting the whale’s wave, its roar drowning the hall. All while he fought the golem.

Except for the lightning spark still causing built-up damage around, the water and earth golem were in check. The division members, seeing this, turned to face the 7th star enemies.

The summoner had a large smile on his face, seeing this.

We can do it.

Twenty division members suddenly had that thought, and after a last glance at themselves, they dove to meet the 7th stars.

Rakel was distracted for a moment as he saw this, his eyes widened. ’Those idiots’

"Rakel," Wayla shouted; however, it was too late. A granite fist grazed his side, ribs cracking, blood spraying as he was sent flying.

"Shit," Wayla cursed as she dove in to cover for him.

Fueled by desperation, the twenty members burned their life energy, their bodies glowing with reckless power. They charged the grandmasters; their combined power was like a wave of power to wipe out their enemies. And the attack met.

Clang!

Their attack slammed into an astral shield, unyielding as a mountain, their hands throbbing, bones rattling, and their eyes widened as they saw the results. No damage.

What did they just hit? Was it a mountain of armor?

Shng...

The second grandmaster drew his sword.

"In the Iron Brotherhood, grandmaster is a special thing, you know?" the first grandmaster taunted. "Our war’s belief fuses with our armor, making us near impenetrable."

The second grandmaster’s blade flashed, a brutal, clean arc. Slash.

Twenty bodies collapsed, torsos cleaved, blood gushing in crimson arcs, intestines spilling onto the marble. Heads rolled, eyes frozen in shock, the cut so swift they didn’t feel death’s sting.

"Nooooo!" the division screamed. In just this mission alone, forty members were dead, including a high-ranking seat. It hadn’t happened before.

"Don’t let emotions guide you! Formation!" Rakel roared, blood dripping from his mouth.

However, some, deaf with rage, charged blindly, only to meet the second grandmaster’s blade.

He moved like a specter, twisting through air, ground, diagonals, like a dance of death. His sword stabbed, slashed, spun, each motion precise, lethal. Seven more fell, their bodies carved apart—limbs severed, chests split, blood spraying like rain, skulls bisected, brains splattering. They fell simultaneously to his finished death dance.

The hall reeked of iron and death, marble a crimson swamp, bodies piling in grotesque heaps.

’Silent dancer and mystic one,’ Rakel mumbled their names. From grandmasters, names were well-known and recorded by the red sun. Either their nickname, or what others knew them by, or their real names, Rakel hadn’t recognized them until now. Though it didn’t change the fact that this fight was above them.

’I hope Gilbert has called for help,’ He cast a worried gaze.

’If things aren’t careful, the whole 7th division would be wiped out today.’