Chapter 465 A Long Lost Weapon
“I will take all of you at once,” Nathan replied calmly. He had no fear of death.
Erskine was the first to move when he stomped on the ground, sending an arm-wide crack extending from where his foot landed. Dust shot up from the ground and was floating in the air.
Immediately, Nathan drilled his Serpent Spear into the ground. An overwhelming force was injected deep underground, clashing with the momentum created from Erskine’s blow.
Boom! Three deafening explosions ensued as the ground between them broke in a clamor, emitting a glaring light.
Like a demon, Erskine dashed into the haze, and by the time he emerged again, his fist was already directed at Nathan. Nathan hurled his spear to cushion the impact of the attack. His lance curved inward as the blow landed.
Then, he lifted his left hand and beat the end of his spear. At the force, the weapon straightened and exerted an immensely huge force, thrusting Erskine off into the air.
Crack! His body smashed into a towering tree, and the trunk fell apart. Nathan’s counterattack was formidable, but he overexerted himself.
He coughed up a mouthful of black blood. “You’ve been poisoned!” Finnley cried out in terror.
Hobarton chuckled. “Yes, and there’s no cure for it—at least not in this country. If I’m not wrong, his organs are pulverized by now.”
Meanwhile, Erskine appeared from amidst the dust again, clapping. “You did not disappoint at all, Nathan Collins. You’ve been poisoned, but not weakened.”
Nathan stood back up in silence.
“Enough talk. Paralyze him. The Chiliad Avion will have to come and claim him with what we want,” Erskine ordered.
Pharaoh advanced, but before he could come any closer, he and those around him saw something coming from above, and they looked up.
Before they could even react, someone had shot down at lightning speed behind Nathan and Finnley. That person grabbed their clothes, and in the next instant, the lot had already rocketed into the sky.
Everything happened in just a second.
“Rosie Irving! Why are you here?” Nathan asked.
Rosie Irving was a dashing woman in her thirties known for her unbeatable speed.
“Your family offered one whole production line for your life, so here I am,” she replied coldly.
“There’s no way I can get away from them,” Nathan said with a sigh.
“Ah!” With a grunt, Rosie’s body jerked forward before she fell to the ground.
It turned out that Pharaoh had caught up. A snake-like wire circled above his head with blood dripping down from it.
He had ground a hole through Rosie’s back, and she was bleeding.
“No one challenges my speed,” Pharaoh sneered.
Finnley’s eyes went red when he saw the weapon.
It was exactly the same wire that punctured the heads of the three thousand two hundred members of the Collins family.
Beside him, Rosie’s face contorted in agony.
“Rosie? Are you okay?” A voice came from the wireless microphone she was wearing.
It was someone from the Irving family. They had been keeping a close eye on the war.
“It’s Pharaoh. He got Hunter’s Coil,” the woman replied.
The person on the other end sucked a breath of cold air. Even Nathan was shocked. “Are you sure that’s Hunter’s Coil?”
Like jurganite, Hunter’s Coil was made of a type of rare ore.
The only difference was it was much rarer than jurganite. Hunter’s Coil could be controlled by voice. It was as if it had a spirit of its own and it was highly sensitive to high pitch sounds.
That meant that it could be summoned and controlled using songs or whistles and it could penetrate just anything.
The weapon appeared once thirty years ago. It was used to eliminate the old Novem Stella Warriors in the country. After that, no one knew where it went until Pharaoh used it that day.
