Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 153 - 156: Kill or Save?

Chapter 156: Kill or Save?

The metallic hilt of the blade was gripped tightly in Aizen’s hand.

The forest was cold.

The autumn wind carried a chill that felt like it bore killing intent.

Not just a feeling—at this moment, every yellowed leaf seemed infused with the somber air of murder.

The Blood Shadow Fortress operatives were infamous for leaving trails of blood and chaos in Magus. When they struck, they always killed.

But this time, they had chosen the wrong target.

They had targeted someone from the Heavenly Demon Clan—a being far more ruthless and sinister.

The moment Aizen’s hand clasped the hilt of his narrow blade, his intent was clear. The tension in the air erupted like a bowstring released, sending an arrow flying.

In that instant, a blade flashed.

But it wasn’t Aizen’s blade.

One of the Blood Shadow Fortress operatives had attacked, his blade thin, sharp, and not particularly long.

The blade shimmered, slashing forward with waves of dazzling light that surged toward Aizen like an unstoppable tide.

The radiance of the blade illuminated the entire forest, like the rising sun on a water’s surface, its brilliance rippling and churning, overwhelming the senses.

The strike was formidable, the sharp energy shaking the trees and causing leaves to rain down.

Simultaneously, the second operative moved. He leapt forward, his hands locking two halves of a spear into place with a sharp click.

"Snap!"

An eight-foot-long spear took shape.

A flurry of spear shadows erupted like the flickering tongue of a serpent, obscuring its true trajectory as it targeted every vital point on Aizen’s body.

"Ah!"

The veiled woman screamed.

She had witnessed battles between experts before, but never had she been caught in the middle of one.

Her scream was cut short as she felt a sharp pain. Aizen had shoved her away with a palm strike, sending her flying.

At that very moment, Aizen’s grin widened.

He stomped hard on the ground.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Earth Thunder Stance caused the ground to quake violently, sending rotting leaves flying into the air.

The swirling debris obscured Aizen’s figure, rendering him invisible.

The pupils of the two Blood Shadow Fortress operatives narrowed.

"Whoosh!"

The leaves suddenly exploded outward in all directions.

From within the swirling chaos emerged a silver blade glinting with a bloodthirsty light.

The blade flashed, striking at an impossible angle.

The operative wielding the sword revealed a look of disbelief and terror. He attempted to retreat or block, but it was too late.

Aizen’s narrow blade pierced his heart like a venomous snake, and then withdrew instantly.

Like a true assassin, Aizen struck and immediately retreated, leaving no chance for a counterattack.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew as Aizen’s blade clashed three times with the second operative’s spear in quick succession.

Each strike was fleeting, never lingering long enough to clash directly with the spear’s immense force.

Yet even in these brief moments, Aizen’s powerful internal energy traveled through his blade, disrupting the opponent’s spear, sending tremors up his arms and breaking his rhythm.

In the instant the spear wielder’s assault faltered, Aizen surged forward like a bloodthirsty leopard, closing the distance with explosive speed. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

A spear’s strength lies in its range; the longer the distance, the greater its advantage.

But now, with Aizen up close, the spear became a hindrance.

Even so, the operative reacted swiftly.

"Snap!"

With a quick movement, the spear split in two, transforming into a pair of rods that he swung toward Aizen.

The rods lashed out like venomous snakes, targeting Aizen’s vital points with every strike.

Especially deadly was the spearhead, which, if it landed, would undoubtedly pierce through and leave a gaping wound.

Aizen let out a cold snort, suddenly lowering his stance.

With a sound like bones cracking, his body seemed to shrink, compressing into a crouch like that of a four-foot dwarf.

This abrupt change in stature allowed him to dodge the onslaught of strikes.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the operative.

The opponent, not missing a beat, twisted his body and thrust the spearhead backward under his arm at an angle, aiming for Aizen.

Aizen tilted his head, letting the spearhead pass just three inches from his face.

With a sharp motion, Aizen struck out with his palm, utilizing the force of a Pushing Technique.

The technique was like propelling a boat with a bamboo pole—precise and powerful, capable of sending the boat shooting forward like an arrow. Aizen had mastered this technique to perfection.

His palm pushed against the spear shaft, throwing the operative off balance.

Seizing the moment, Aizen’s narrow blade swept out in a deadly arc.

The slash swept through the air like a fierce wind scattering clouds, its sharpness and dominance enough to extinguish the opponent’s spirit.

The strike targeted the opponent’s ankle joints.

There was no sound of bone shattering.

The blade passed cleanly through the joints, severing the opponent’s legs entirely.

"Ah!"

The man collapsed to the ground with a blood-curdling scream, his legs now gushing blood.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Aizen’s figure suddenly expanded back to his full height. With a quick lunge, he was in front of the fallen man.

"Shhkt!"

The blade stabbed into the man’s throat and twisted, cutting off his screams.

When Aizen pulled the blade out, its tip glistened with fresh blood.

Turning his gaze, he offered a cold smile. "If you try to run again, I’ll break both your legs. Just like him."

Terrified, the woman froze in her tracks.

She was clever—clever enough to try sneaking away. But at Aizen’s words, she stopped immediately.

No one wanted to lose their legs, especially not a young, beautiful girl who hadn’t yet seen the world.

"What... what do you want? You’re not from the Blood Shadow Fortress, so why torment me?"

The girl’s face was pale and tear-streaked, her hair disheveled and damp with sweat, clinging to her forehead. She looked pitiable, almost fragile.

"The Blood Shadow Fortress wanted to kill you. I killed their people and saved you. That makes me your savior. Now, I want you to tell me something useful.

If I find it useless, I’ll take your life after having my way with you."

Aizen kicked aside the corpse lying on the ground and approached the woman coldly.

"Stay back!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear and on the verge of tears. She had never encountered someone as brutal, as ruthless as Aizen.

"Please, I beg you, let me go."

"Smack!"

Aizen slapped her again.

It was the third time he had struck her face.

Although he hadn’t used much force, it was still enough to snap her out of her panic.

There was no point in wasting energy begging for mercy. It was time to think clearly.

"No benefit, no effort. That perfectly describes me. If I’m in a good mood, I might save you casually.

But I’m not in a good mood right now. I’ll count to three. Tell me something valuable.

If you don’t, I’ll just take your life."

Aizen’s gaze was as cold as ice, enough to freeze one’s heart.

The woman began sobbing softly, which quickly escalated into uncontrollable wailing. She tried to collapse onto the ground in despair, but Aizen grabbed her shoulder forcefully before she could.

"Rip!"

With a single pull, he tore her blouse into pieces, exposing her undergarments beneath.

"Don’t make me repeat myself," Aizen said, his cold, mocking smile curling slightly upward, his eyes filled with malice.