Fallen Chronicles



The rest 12 chapters will be released tomorrow. 

The red sword vibrated in Eileen's hand. Each time she used it to deliver death to a Callewa member — crushing the bodies of these insignificant ants who dared to imprison and steal its power — it emitted an excited sound, almost like a triumphant cry.

The sound of the sword was music to Eileen's ears, but to the gang members opposite her, no, it should be said to the majority of normal people, it was the death knell ringing in the depths of their hearts.

With every subsequent sword sound echoing like a wave, it seemed to carry an intrinsic fear effect on a spiritual level, causing their already frail psychological defenses to shatter completely.

"Monster!"

"Don't come any closer! Stay back!"

"It's a relic! The power of a relic! We can't possibly win against that. Run! Run fast!"

"We're done for."

The [Annihilation] skill grants Eileen an additional 30% attack power, manifesting as the crimson greatsword she now held.

And when Callewa's gang members realized that Eileen could keep "renewing" this terrifying state by killing them, ensuring that the crimson sword remained bloody red at all times, the last shreds of their will to fight vanished.

After all, this wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided massacre.

A large number of the gang chose to abandon their weapons and armor. Even the commands of their leader, Ajax, couldn't retain their obedience. They discarded their firearms, completely dominated by fear. In their hearts, there was only one word left: flee!

Sadly for them, had they stayed and kept firing, they might have managed to hold Eileen back, even if they couldn't harm her. But now, having completely given up resistance, Eileen was free to act without any hesitation, making her culling of the Callewa members even faster.

Those incessant cries of excitement from the sword echoed continuously, almost becoming like the background noise of a factory.

"Dammit! Idiots! Morons! A bunch of useless trash!" Ajax was fuming inside, cursing aloud.

However, being a leader, he understood that in such a situation, relying on ordinary gang members was pointless. Those close followers who had been behind him earlier stepped forward. Each of them took out a vial of Tainted Miasma from their pockets and, without hesitation, jabbed the needle into their arms.

"Ugh! Agh!"

With beast-like roars, their bodies suddenly swelled, bursting their clothes. Muscles bulged, reminiscent of Grey Wolf from the Sea Sand Bar, transforming into hulking brutes over two meters tall.

This was Callewa's trump card and the reason Ajax could dominate the Blackhole Plains. They began to charge at Eileen, their combined footfalls making the factory floor quiver.

But Eileen's response was straightforward. Holding her greatsword, she stood her ground, watching as these four or five behemoths charged at her. She positioned the sword to her left, took a deep breath, and with a swift motion...

Whoosh!

With Eileen at its center, the sword swung out in a 180-degree arc, drawing a semi-circle. The next scene depicted the charging giants, who hadn't even reached the edge of Eileen's clothes, being sliced in half at their waists, separating their bodies into two. They fell to the ground with a series of thuds.

'Is this the end?'

"No!"

Taking advantage of the time and attention his trusted aides bought for him, Ajax's real trump card was actually behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Three gunshots came from Ajax's location. Although it seemed like only three shots, and they were from a pistol, the damage these three bullets did to Eileen was several times higher than all the previous hail of bullets combined.

The reason was simple.

The bullets were different.

The empty bullet shells under Ajax's feet bore silver patterns. These were special weapons of the Knight Order, produced only by the Church, designed specifically to combat the Tainted Miasma crisis. These "Holy Patterned Silver Bullets" were not only effective against Tainted corpse but also had a strong lethality to Eclipses.

The three bullets successfully penetrated Eileen's crimson greatsword and left gaping gunshot wounds on the unsuspecting girl, in her waist, abdomen, and leg.

At this moment, Ajax was ecstatic. His ambush was successful. With these injuries, Eileen's strength would be significantly reduced. As long as he reorganizes and continues to suppress her with firepower...

Before Ajax could even finish forming a counterattack plan in his mind, a scene that completely devastated him unfolded.

Red mist began to waft from the corpses surrounding Eileen. Drawn to her, the mist rushed towards Eileen's three wounds.

In just a few breaths, Ajax's eyes widened in disbelief. The wounds he had hoped would be his saving grace had been completely healed.

'Is this the power of the Relic? The power of the Emperor's Relic!?'

Jealousy seethed in Ajax's eyes. These powers should have belonged to him. They were the ones who had first found the Relic and researched it.

'It's all that useless doctor's fault!'

'Decades of research on the Relic and he was nowhere near as effective as that young man!'

While the enraged Ajax realized his defeat, the power of the Eclipse, a single individual, had easily overwhelmed what he had built in Callewa over the years.

There's a saying: "When the green mountains remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood."

(As long as we have resources, we won't run out of what we need.)

Ajax decided to flee, consumed by the same fear of Eileen that other gangsters had felt.

However, to his utter surprise...

And even beyond Eileen's and the observing Renji's expectations...

Shick!*

An experimental surgical knife, the moment Ajax turned around, pierced his heart from behind.

The excruciating pain drained the Callewa leader of all his strength in an instant. The assailant's precise technique hit him right where it mattered, leaving him no strength to fight back.

All Ajax could do in his last few moments of life was to stare, with eyes full of anger, confusion, and bewilderment, at...

Doctor Roca.