abnormal mutation

Chapter 63 The Final Decision

"Om-"

The silver-robed man's staff emitted a soft hum, which was inconspicuous amidst the gunfire.

Drake was struck hard; blood flowed from his nostrils, the corners of his eyes, and his ears. He staggered but did not fall, his smile growing even more arrogant: "Interesting!"

He darted to the side a few steps, dodging two bullets, and two more spinning throwing axes appeared in his hands, which he hurled in quick succession. Then he retreated a few steps, caught two more throwing axes, and threw them again. The four throwing axes danced in the air, each striking a different enemy, creating a continuous whistling sound.

The others' expressions changed, as if facing a formidable enemy. In just a few dozen seconds, the situation changed dramatically.

"Bang bang bang-"

A series of muffled gunshots rang out, and a man in white was caught off guard when a burst of blood exploded in his chest, and he fell backward to the ground.

A gun-wielding figure emerged from behind the giant tree—it was Roland. It wasn't that he was late; rather, the two wolves and Drake were too fast for him to keep up with. Seeing Drake withstand an extraordinary ability firsthand had truly astonished him, but fortunately, Drake's resistance was strong enough that he was alright.

'Five left.' Six of the opposing team caught up, but three were stopped behind.

Just as he finished observing, four flying axes landed, and the giant was struck down again. His two arms trembled uncontrollably, but the silver-robed man remained calm, protected by an invisible shield.

The two men in white underestimated the spinning axe. One rolled to dodge, but was cleaved in two at the waist by the deflected axe. The other used his bow to block, and although the bow didn't break, he was slammed into the ground by the immense force, his blood soaking the snow.

There are three left.

Roland strode up to Julia and, seeing her soaked cloak and pale face, immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Are you OK?"

Yulia stared blankly at his face, not responding for a moment.

Roland flung open her cloak, revealing a pool of blood beneath her. Her left foot was missing, the broken bone exposed, and blood congealed into ice crystals.

His mind went blank for a moment, his blood rushed to his head, and he clenched his teeth. He took a deep breath: "How long have I been injured?"

He suppressed his emotions, placed his hand on the pocket watch, but did not take it out.

"A few minutes," she said weakly.

Roland donned his cloak, turned, and charged into the battlefield. The maximum time for limb rewind was one hour, which was still enough time; he had to deal with the enemy first.

Dozens of meters away, Drake fought three opponents single-handedly, his four spinning axes flying up and down, and with the harassment of the two wolves, he overwhelmed his opponents, making them look like a true war god.

The giant and the man in white were struggling to even defend themselves; the real threat was the man in silver robes, who stood motionless, his expression gloomy and his face pale. At this rate, it was difficult to predict who would succumb first.

"what--"

Roland roared, unleashing his furious emotions and the violent power deep within his body.

He was enveloped in purple light, his pupils were blazing with dragon flame patterns, and a pair of enormous dragon wings appeared behind him. With the flapping of the dragon wings, shockwaves in the shape of purple light shot out from his body and instantly struck the silver-robed man, rendering the shield useless.

"Boom—" Inaudible to the human ear, this was an impact and shock on the soul level.

The man in the silver robe froze, his pupils dilated, and he fell backward, a faint purple light appearing on his skin.

Drake's spinning axe followed closely, shattering the shield with one strike and slicing him in two with the next, blood and flesh splattering everywhere, he was dead beyond any doubt.

Roland calmed down, but felt a sense of emptiness in his body. He knew that if he unleashed the Dragon Soul Shockwave a second time, he would definitely get injured.

Fortunately, the overall situation is now settled!

With his hands free, Drake focused on dealing with the giant. Four flying axes fell in succession. The giant dodged the first axe, barely blocked the second, but was cleaved in two by the third and disemboweled by the fourth.

His fighting style was like a whirlwind, leaving his enemies exhausted and overwhelmed. His methods were simple, but brutal and persistent. Roland sighed, realizing that if it were him, he probably wouldn't have performed as well as the giant. Both were extraordinary beings, yet the difference was so vast.

On the other side, Killy and Fridge worked together seamlessly, toying with the formidable white-clad man to death.

"Chase them," Roland said, pointing to the fleeing man in white in the distance.

The three who were stopped by Yulia's companions did not die. Seeing that the situation was not good, they were preparing to run away, but with their wounded bodies, they could not escape the pursuit of the two wolves.

Drake didn't go; he just stood guard a short distance away. He was extremely exhausted and seriously injured.

In the distance, the armored warrior, kneeling on the ground, smiled slightly, closed his eyes in relief, and collapsed onto the snow with a thud.

Roland quickly returned to Julia's side. She was half-lying on her backpack, her eyes slightly closed, her skin pale, but thankfully her breathing was still relatively steady.

He took out the Wheel of Oblivion, pressed the crown twice to guide the pocket watch to lock onto Yulia, and then turned the hands back. A faint image immediately appeared on Yulia's legs and body.

It was very strenuous, as if he were not turning a pointer but a massive iron gate, his physical and mental strength draining away like water from a burst dam.

He dared not relax, keeping a close eye on the changes in the phantom. At a certain moment, the phantom of the leg flickered a few times and became complete, and only then did he release the pointer.

The phantom merged with Yulia's body, the flesh and blood of her legs wriggled, breaking through the ice shards and pushing aside the bloodstains. Countless blood threads intertwined, forming a foot model. Then the bones and flesh inside grew rapidly, and within minutes it returned to normal, white and smooth, as if it had never been injured.

Roland shook off the bloodstains from his cloak, and a few twisted bullets fell out. The cloak had no holes, so it was clearly not ordinary clothing. He wrapped the cloak tightly around Julia, then lifted her up to prevent her from getting frostbite.

By this time, the two wolves had returned and were crouching beside him, keeping watch. A commotion arose from the east, and a squad of guards carrying lanterns and guns cautiously approached.

"One of us." A weak voice came from inside her arms.

Roland looked down and saw the woman leaning against him with her eyes closed, a smile on her lips, her expression relaxed, and her breathing becoming longer and deeper. She had simply been too weak and had fallen asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the timid guards, and for some reason, a nameless anger rose in his heart: "Hurry up and save them, what are you dawdling for!"

The captain of the guard was dressed in a retro style, with light armor, a long sword, and a gun at his waist. His expression changed drastically when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Will, go back and call for backup. Everyone else, hurry up..."

He walked five steps away from Roland, but was stopped by the two wolves' gaze. His eyes were wary, but his face was full of smiles: "I am Matthias Sirinsoren of the Northern Merchant Guild Guard. Thank you for your help. The Northern Merchant Guild will reward you handsomely."

The person you're holding is an advisor to our chamber of commerce. Just leave him to us; the doctor will be here shortly.

Roland glanced at him a few times, unmoved. He didn't know if Julia was an advisor, but he knew that these people were not necessarily trustworthy.

“My name is Roland Hohenzollern Otto, and I’m not going anywhere until she wakes up.”

Matthias paused for a moment when he heard Roland's name, then relaxed considerably, his smile becoming more genuine: "I understand how you feel. Leave this to my men. I'll take you back to camp to rest."

After a moment's hesitation, Roland nodded.

Everyone needs rest, and we are all very exhausted. The snowfield is not safe at night, so a campsite is undoubtedly the best choice.

Before the group could even set off, a guard rushed over, looking panicked: "Vice Captain, the Captain is seriously injured and might not make it."

Matthias was shocked. He rummaged through his bag for a vial of medicine and hurriedly left, waving goodbye to Roland before he could say a word.

"Ugh--"

Roland sighed and found a sheltered spot to sit and rest. These people hadn't witnessed the battle and hadn't yet realized the gravity of the situation.

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