CHAPTER 919: Pleasing To The Eye

Seeing that Sanguis, Bolland, Gilbert and their forces were much weaker than his own, the bald Highgod planned to destroy them all. If none of them lived to tell the tale, no one would know who killed them and no one would avenge their deaths.

As soon as the bald man coldly gave the order to attack, every member of his gang charged forward. Bollands, Sanguis, Gilbert and their divine guards were surrounded even more tightly. They had sealed off every inch of space from which they could escape.

"Slaughter away!" the bald Highgod commanded with a sneer. But he and the other Late-stage Highgod of Wind did not move. Perhaps they thought that Bollands, Sanguis, Gilbert and the others would be easily taken care of by his minions.

Five or six Highgods and more than a hundred Midgods swarmed towards them. These Highgods were in the Early to Mid-stage. Sanguis and Gilbert gritted their teeth and charged forward, each intercepting a Highgod.

Bollands quickly followed behind them, unleashing his sharp flying sword. The atmosphere was filled with killing intent so intense that they had coagulated into matter. An Early-stage Highgod who got too close to Bollands was startled by the terrifying killing intent. Sword radiances flashed. In the split second he lost focus, he received deep wounds across his chest.

"Sanguis, Gilbert, we will look for a way to escape!" Shouted Bollands as soon as he had forced his opponent to retreat.

A cold light flashed in Sanguis's and Gilbert's eyes and they began to attack their opponents more fiercely. They launched powerful but risky attacks, with no regard for their own lives. Since their opponents were unwilling to sacrifice their own lives to kill Sanguis and Gilbert, they had no choice but to take defensive measures.

However, Sanguis, Bollands and Gilbert found themselves facing not three, but six Highgods. Once all six had gathered and started attacking together, the trio lost the upper hand immediately. Were it not for their risky defensive manoeuvres, they would have perished in a matter of minutes.

While the six Highgods surrounded Sanguis, Bolland and Gilbert, the hundred or more Midgod fringedwellers surrounded the Han guards with a cold grin. Then, suddenly, they began their simultaneous assault on the House of Han guards.

Although the House of Han guards were outnumbered by at least two to one, their team combat strength was still far greater than that of the Fringedwellers. They suddenly spread out like a giant machete. Not only had they dodged most of the attacks, but they had also managed to inflict massive casualties on their enemies.

After the two forces exchanged the first blow, five of the House of Han guards were injured and one was killed. Meanwhile, the Fringedwellers had suffered thirty injuries and ten deaths!

Even though the combatants of both forces were all in the midgod's realm, and the Fringedwellers outnumbered the House of Han guards, the latter still managed to gain the upper hand with a single blow. The bald Highgod's face shook as he observed this unusual phenomenon. He immediately ordered, "Send two Highgods to kill those guards!"

The six Highgods who were beating up Sanguis, Gilbert, and Bollands together immediately realised that their minions were losing when they heard this instruction. One Early-stage Highgod and one Mid-stage Highgod dropped their attacks on the House of Han trio and charged towards the guards. The two Highgods had managed to turn the tide of the battle immediately. The House of Han guards went from having the upper hand to losing. The casualties began to mount.

The trio of Sanguis, Bollands and Gilbert immediately felt the pressure on them ease. Originally, if Sanguis or Bollands failed to find a way to escape in the next few minutes, they would all be doomed. But after two of the Highgods had been diverted, despite being injured, the two of them now had a chance to escape.

But it seemed that the Bald Highgod, who had only been watching, wasn't going to let the battle drag on any longer. Seeing that his minions could not easily destroy these members of the House of Han, he sneered and said, "It seems that the rumours are true. Those of the House of Han are not to be trifled with! Humph, but even so, you will not escape your fate of death!"

With these words finished, he and the Late-stage Highgod of Wind gradually approached the surrounded House of Han trio. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.

"Leave now, Sanguis! Or we will never make it!" shouted Bollands hastily when he saw that the two Late-stage Highgods were about to intervene.

"But what about them?" Sanguis glanced at the House of Han guards. His red eyes were filled with reluctance.

"Uff!" The split second of distraction had allowed a bone spear to pierce Sanguis' chest. Blood immediately began to flow from the wound.

"We must leave to avenge their death!" Bollands grew anxious as he saw Sanguis wavering. He knew that if the two Late-stage Highgods joined the battle, they might not even have a chance to use their demonic escape technique.

"Hehehe, you want to escape? You can't!" the bald Highgod said with a mocking smile, as he had raised his hand and launched an attack.

As his deadly attack was about to land on Sanguis, Bollands and Gilbert, a loud, macho laugh suddenly sounded and a majestic figure fell between the trio. He raised a hand, and the energy of destruction formed a greyish shield, deflecting the bald Highgod's attacks.

"Polo?" exclaimed the bald-headed Highgod, frowning immediately. He groaned coldly and threatened, "You better not mess with my business or you can't blame me for messing with yours!"

"Nice attempt at intimidation, Luca. But I wouldn't have come if I was afraid of you!" Polo then gestured and called, "Brothers! Step forward!"

Hearing Polo's cry, hundreds of sinister-faced figures emerged from the shadows and instantly surrounded the bald Highgod and his forces.

The bald Highgod named Luca looked around and saw that Polo had brought more than three hundred experts and twice as many Highgods as he had!

Luca's heart trembled. He no longer took an offensive stance towards the House of Han Trio, but glared at Polo as he said, "Polo, you should know whom I serve. You dare to insult Lord Logue? You should know the consequences!"

"Don't fucking try to intimidate me with Logue. I'm not afraid of him!" Polo laughed arrogantly before saying, "Oh Luca, haven't you realised that the Fringe is not the same now? The Sovereigns aren't the only ones with real power. You are well informed in the Fringe. Do you not know whom I serve now?"

Upon hearing these words, the bald Highgod's face jerked again, as if he had remembered some recent information that every Godhunter in the Fringe was united by a powerful being. As Logue's trusted aide, Luca was well aware of how close this person was to Han Shuo.

"You serve Han Hao?" Luca's face turned serious and his attitude was no longer so arrogant.

"Haha, so you know about that. Now you better shoo away and leave these people from the House of Han alone. I will consult my chief later on what to do about your transgression, but you may go free for today," Polo said disdainfully with a smug grin.

"They may claim to be from the House of Han, but how do you know if it's true?" Luca complained, "There have been a lot of people travelling to the Omphalos claiming to be from the House of Han. Hell, even a goddamn monkey would claim to be related to the House of Han if he or she was in trouble. If we were to let everyone go, how would we keep our businesses going?"

"I don't care, it's not my problem. Let them go or I will make you go!" Polo threatened arrogantly, not bothering to argue with Luca.

Luca wore an angry face as he considered his options. He understood that he was in no position to fight, but if he let Gilbert and the others go free when they returned to Han Shuo, he and his sovereign might get into trouble. So he hesitated, not knowing what to do.

Gilbert suddenly turned to Polo with a grin on his face and said, "Hey, you. You said you serve Han Hao?"

Polo glanced at Gilbert out of the corner of his eye before answering in an annoyed voice, "Yes. What business is that of yours?"

Gilbert was stunned. He had not expected Polo to be so arrogant towards him. He immediately frowned and shouted at Polo, "Damn it, I have known Han Hao since the Profound Continent. You are just his servant, but you dare to speak to me like that? Where are your manners?"

Polo jolted when he heard these words. He then took a close look at Gilbert, Bollands and Sanguis and noticed that the auras emanating from the trio were vaguely similar to Han Hao's. With that, Polo asked, "Are you really members of the House of Han?"

"What the hell? Are you deliberately messing with us, Polo?" Luca, the bald Highgod, immediately realised that Polo had only shown up to look for trouble.

Polo grinned mischievously and replied, "Hehe, like you said, there are just too many outsiders travelling to the Omphalos claiming to be from the House of Han. I couldn't tell if they were lying either!"

As Polo spoke, he pulled out a magic mirror. Then he turned to Gilbert and asked, "What is your name? I must report to my chief."

"Tell him it's Gilbert the Dark Dragon. Even though it's been a while, I'm sure he remembers me," Gilbert replied, beaming from ear to ear.

Polo nodded and walked into a corner. His minions had surrounded him before he activated the magic mirror and communicated with his master.

Gradually, Han Hao's figure appeared in the magic mirror. After listening to Polo's story, he gave Polo a simple command.

Polo nodded and the call was disconnected. The smile on his face disappeared and he returned to Gilbert with a dark, murderous expression.

"What? Don't tell me he's forgotten about me?" Gilbert panicked as he saw the murderous look on Polo's face.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!" ordered Polo in a chilling voice.

"Kill who?" asked Polo's rather confused followers.

"Idiots, Luca, of course! Isn't it bloody obvious? Why would I kill someone as pleasing to the eye as Gilbert?"