Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Bring out all the women, Our mounts are…
Even a rabbit pushed to the wall will eventually bite.

Besides, for reasons unknown, the Zodiac families refused to listen to the pleas of the Highlanders cries for help.

Since it had come to this, they had no choice but to lean towards the olive branch extended to them by the Holy church.

The church did not even need to give fancy promises, only that they would stop the Vandora kingdom and make them pay for their atrocities.

That was all it took for the Highlanders to willingly decide to jump on the saving boat that was the Holy church.

And then came the use of the Mirror egg.

This item was said to be from a creature that could offset divine energy.

Divine energy was the energy used only by those that had achieved godhood.

It was energy that interacted with the very laws of the world, bending and molding it at it’s foundation.

It was energy beyond anything this world currently had.

The Mirror egg was special engineered by the Holy church to interfere with the ability of the Bear mother.

The soldiers of the Vandora kingdom had soon become cocky because of the vast difference in advantage they had when faced with the Highlanders.

They pillaged and did as they would.

Raping and vandalizing was also not exempted from their display of superiority.

Since the Holy church had decided to help, they did so.

However, because of the code by the round table, it was in secret.

One of the fundamental codes at the round table was for territories to be respected.

The decision of who would rule was made by the people themselves.

This was a kind of democratic method of rulership that sort to avoid war and dictatorship.

However, no rule was absolute. This particular one allowed for back doors that could be explored if done right.

One of which was the methods the Holy church used.

Barbara stood beside Abel, the representative of the Holy church, and watched the invasion of a particular village.

Barbara was tall and well defined, muscularly.

She had a bold appearance. Dressed in the proud red that represented her Tribe.

However, it covered only a little more than the necessary. Revealing enough to topple minds.

Being a cultivator and of a warrior tribe had its perks and it was boldly displayed in the elegance of her body.

She had well defined muscles and calves that regardless of the faint scars on them, only made her desirable by submissive men with a hunger to be subdued.

Her waist was lean, blessed with well rounded abs, and her chest carried the proud definitions that marked a woman, round, not too big, but not small either.

Just perfect for her figure.

She had long fiery, wild hair like the flames of a burning bush, and she could storm the world of both male and female fantasy with her presence alone.

The round, fat Abel in white robes standing close to her had a little less of a demeanor.

However, he was the most important guest today.

Abel had finally arrived, and he came to help.

At least that was what he informed. Naturally, his help came at a price.

The Highlanders were to change their masters. They would serve the Zordiac families no more.

It was without hesitation that Barbara agreed to this deal.

However, a display of capabilities was needed.

At the moment a peaceful village had welcomed the presence of uninvited guests.

The Vandorain soldiers had stormed into a village of the aura energy users.

This village was of the Violaceum tribe. This was one the seven tribes.

The aura color that was strongest here was the Violet.

Ironically, they were the most peaceful of all the the seven tribes.

These were not exactly a party of soldiers that had come for a fight.

They were just a squad of nine doing their daily patrols and had gotten bored.

Their presence here was for one thing and one thing only.

They had come to satisfy their sexual urges.

After all, this was war. Sexual relations were not allowed in the military camps, especially amongst soldiers.

Strict discipline was to be kept.

However, the commanders always looked the other way when the soldiers raided the enemy camps and villages.

Especially if it was after a fight.

Allowing the men ease up their built up urges was a normal occasion.

In fact, even the commanders took bites for themselves from time to time.

A battle were one side won at a times was not a battle but a slaughter.

These men were bored and wanted to have some fun for themselves.

From the moment they entered, all they did was trouble.

The villagers recognized the proud war armour they wore and many fled the moment they arrived, locking themselves in their houses.

However, these men came for fun, and they was no fun if the playmates were running home.

The squad leader amongst them was a big muscular man.

He and his companions rode on green cored beasts.

These beasts looked like horses with double horns and dried robust bodies. But they were actually a cross breed of mountain bold Rhino, and desert thick hooved Horse.

There were the official mounts of the military, breeded and used for the Highlands.

These were very sturdy cored beasts, having very long endurance. They could go for about one month with very little water.

What’s more, they could be used during battles to inflict significant injury to their opponents.

Their skin could also repel Aura energy to a certain extent, making them the best mounts against the Highlanders.

An old man in long purple robes walked out of the village.

He had a walking cane to aid his shaky movement, and from the looks of it, he was the leader of this village.

However, he was at the early stage of the stone rank.

With his old age being at least eighty, this was probably the cultivation rank he was going to remain in for the rest of his life.

The old man walked up to them with boldness that could have only been accumulated with years of experience.

However, before he even reached, the squad leader stopped him with words that made the old man seem to age some extra years.

“Bring out all the women, our mounts are horny.”