The Tale of the Devil Sword

Chapter 152: The Staircase-7(iii)

(Author Note:- 200 power stones in a week for 1 bonus chapter.

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Hearing the loud noise and the alarm sound the boy knew something happened but he couldn't do anything.

He wanted to go out but he couldn't because the door was always locked by the guard from outside.

Shouts and screams of panic and madness could be heard.

The black haired boy sat on bed a little anxious. But his eyes and aura were still cold.

After a few minutes no screams could be heard.

*BANG*

All of a sudden the door of the room was blasted and in came a young yet a muscular guard.

He turned around and saw a gray eyed boy sitting on the bed and looking towards him with a calm look.

He wanted to say something but his expression changed seeing the boy's condition.

He gasped and exclaimed loud enough to be heard through the entire corridor. "Patriarch!"

Few more muscular people followed by a middle aged man entered.

The place turned silent. They were astounded seeing the boy's condition.

After a few minutes the middle aged man who was the patriarch asked in a heavy voice

"Boy, do you want to come with us."

The now grey eyed child was stunned but immediately nodded.

The patriarch turned around and the boy along with others started following him.

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The boy was now carried by one of the patriarch's henchmen.

If there was something common among these fellows then it would be how everyone had a muscular body.

The black haired child who was on the henchman's back saw the massacre these muscular people did to the laboratory's guards but he didn't bat his eye.

"But to think these guys had the audacity to kidnap children from our ruling area." one of the muscular person said.

"In my opinion many more similar children have been kidnapped before they came to our area." another one replied.

After few seconds of heavy silence one of these people asked

"Hey boy, do you know how many children like you were caught before we came here."

"How would he know?" questioned another henchman.

"And what the hell are you even asking to him!?" another muscular guy said in a reprimanding tone.

"6000." a soft voice was suddenly heard by them.

"Hmmm?" They all turned towards the source and the boy spoke once again

"More than 6000..." Everyone stopped their footsteps.

It was because apart from their area's children who were recently captured they saw none other child than the boy.

Looking at the cold eyes of the boy everyone subconsciously shuddered.

"Let's continue." A heavy voice broke the silence.

Everyone started following the patriarch's order and killing once again; just it was a solemn atmosphere this time.

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They all reached the basement. There were hundreds of bodies lying in the pool of blood.

These were the people responsible for guarding the door. But in front of the group of muscular men they were slaughtered to the end.

The patriarch closed his fist tightly. Veins popped on the muscles of his arm.

*BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM*

He punched the door fiercely. That punch, even though not his full power, it was enough to even seriously injure a True Supremo!

But to the patriarch's and his followers' astonishment there was just a big dent on the door.

[Just what the hell is this door made of!?] was everyone's question.

To build such a door was not a matter of joke. Not to mention high level blacksmiths were needed, the materials needed were also nothing less than treasures.

This type of door could easily be some of small empire's treasure vault. Yet there was such a door in a small place like this.

The middle aged patriarch didn't stop. He continued to increase the power with every punch.

*BANG*

After few minutes of hard work the door broke down and he saw hundreds of people inside the room.

But there were no children. Except for the grey eyed boy they met no children.

[That meant more than 6000 children were....] Thinking this made his eyes cold.

He wasn't a saint. But he was surely someone who loved children.

He stepped inside and his expression couldn't help but turn serious.

Because here the guards were nothing like those he met till now.

There were dozens of Supremos and almost a hundred Soul Formation Realm warriors.

Their numbers were far greater than his. But he wasn't afraid.

His cultivation was that of above Supremo. He was just afraid if these enemies used some weird formation to suppress them.

His expression turned serious since he didn't want to sacrifice any of his henchmen's life.

Everyone stepped in the room.

The boy saw many known and unknown faces. The researchers, the guards, the healers.

But the boy's gaze landed on them just for a second before he was attracted to a small hill behind them.

Not just him, even the patriarch and his henchmen were attracted by it.

It was exactly not the hill, but a silver sword that was on top of the hill that attracted them.

It was also to guard this silver sword that their lord send so many high level practitioners in this laboratory.

Only a few seconds passed when the child's blood started boiling out of the blue.

He continued to look at the beautiful silver sword on top of the hill.

All of a sudden everyone in the room lost their cultivation. Any type of energy present in the room became inaccessible.

The sword started shining with bright silver light! It seemed sacred yet eerie.

When they wanted to move, to their horror, they found out they couldn't move.

No matter if it was the facility's' members who were here guarding the sword or those researchers hiding from the intruders or the patriarch and his muscular henchmen, they were all scared

And then...

"Boy... Come here."

... A hoarse voice echoed in the room

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