Perlis's blade stabbed Ivar's chest, but only cut his clothes.
Something hard on Ivar's chest bounced off Perlis's knife tip.
Under the torn clothes, Perlis saw Ivar's skin - it was made of some black material and it didn't look like a human skin no matter how you looked at it.
"What..?"
"Hehe..." The astonishment on Ivar's face disappeared in an instant, "Stupid little flower."
Ivar's right hand was still holding Perlis's right wrist. When Perlis's left hand had not yet retracted, Ivar punched Perlis in the chest fiercely.
"Bala——"
Ivar's heavy punch seemed to carry some terrifying power that did not belong to humans. With one punch, he shattered Perlis's factor shield, which was fragile due to the lack of factor energy, and hit Perlis's chest directly.
"Ah!" Perlis's eyes suddenly opened wide. Before she could get up, Ivar kicked her again, and her frail body was knocked flying. The butterfly knife in her hand flew out and was caught by Ivar.
“Uhhh… uh…”
Perlis fell to the ground in a panic, with a burning pain in her chest, followed by a severe feeling of suffocation. Perlis covered her chest with both hands and curled up on the red carpet of the banquet hall.
"Uhhh... cough..."
Perlis breathed hard, trying to suppress the feeling of suffocation brought about by being kicked in the chest. She struggled to get up, but felt that her limbs had almost lost the air from the punch and she could not move at all.
"So I say that most people in [Blade of Babel] are hopeless idiots..."
Looking at Perlis lying on the floor, holding her chest and groaning in pain, Ivar slowly approached her leisurely. He used his slender fingertips to casually play with Perlis's butterfly knife, spinning it.
"You really think you can accomplish anything with your little cleverness... don't you? Silly little flower..."
Perlis struggled to sit up, and with all her strength she raised her head to look at Ivar who was getting closer and closer to her.
No... not now, not yet...
"The ones you defeated... were just ants... Facing the higher-ups, you are still nothing..."
Ivar kicked the chair that was blocking his way away and finally walked in front of Perlis. He looked down at Perlis who was slumped on the ground and sneered:
"What a shame, Edward lasted longer than this..."
When Perlis heard Ivar mention his father's name, she got excited and stood up with all her strength.
"Ahhh!"
Regardless, Perlis swung her fist at Ivar, but the latter easily dodged it.
"Look, reckless and stupid..."
Ivar said as he pressed down Perlis's shoulders with his powerful hands. The next second, he pushed Perlis's entire body down, and then hit Perlis's chest hard with his knee.
"Kacha..."
The sound of bones breaking was heard, followed by a heart-wrenching pain. Perlis widened her eyes in shock, her little mouth slightly opened, and a little saliva splashed out -
“Uhhh…ah…”
Perlis groaned weakly. The severe pain caused by the broken ribs instantly made her legs go limp and she fell to the ground.
"You've come to the wrong place, little flower..."
Seeing that Perlis had completely lost her ability to fight, Ivar let go of her limp body and left her kneeling on the ground.
Perlis's body twitched again and again as she knelt on the ground. The severe pain caused by her broken ribs should have made her scream, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to scream.
Seeing that Perlis was already unconscious, Ivar sighed helplessly. He looked around, and all the lords in the hall were looking at him with a little fear in their eyes. Perhaps it was because they were shocked by the extremely terrifying battle between the two just now, or it might be because they finally realized the meaning behind the title [Blade of Babel].
According to the code of blood and steel followed by the Thebits, the loser must die, and now the banquet hall is filled with Thebits.
"You don't leave me much choice... do you?"
Ivar grabbed Perlis's hair and pulled her head up harshly, ignoring her moans, forcing her white throat to be exposed to the lights of the banquet hall.
“Uh…Ahh…Ah…”
Perlis wanted to struggle, but the little strength she had left almost made it impossible for her to think. She could only watch Ivar put the butterfly knife against her throat, feeling the restlessness attached to the cold blade about to cut her throat.
"Goodbye..little flower..."
Just as Ivar was about to execute Perlis, there was a loud bang at the door of the banquet hall.
"The Iron Lord has arrived! Form a formation!"
Almost all the soldiers in the banquet hall turned towards the door as if by reflex, and then lined up in standard military posture, staring at the door.
Perlis felt Ivar's hand loosening from her hair, and her head drooped weakly again. When she raised her head with all her strength and looked towards the door, she saw the man -
The silver-gray armor was covered with scratches and battle damage. His majestic figure almost made the soldiers around him who were also wearing armor look petite. He walked steadily, and every time he took a step, the ground trembled slightly. Above his majestic figure was a resolute face that seemed to have been forged in the fire.
That is Mikhail Irenfono, the Iron Lord of Thebit.
The moment he entered the room, the Iron Lord's eyes met Perlis's. There was a light in his black eyes that made Perlis tremble involuntarily. The dark pupils seemed to be examining her, and seemed to have made a judgment for her in the dark.
That is the blood and steel of Thebeth.
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6) Blood and Steel (Part 9)
As the Iron Lord entered the banquet hall, all the lords put on extremely serious expressions. Most of them stood in military posture and saluted the Iron Lord.
"My lord." "My lord." "My lord."
The lords bowed their heads respectfully. Perhaps most of them were more or less dissatisfied with Venia and slightly neglected him in their behavior. But even so, they did not dare to transfer this neglect to Venia's father [Iron Lord of Thebit] Mikhail Irenfono. He was the winner of the unification war, the great leader of the unified Xuefeng, and the spiritual sustenance of almost all Thebites. Mikhail's position was no longer a simple lord, but like a god, representing the will of Wanren Mountain.
Under the gaze of the lords, Mikhail slowly scanned the scene in the banquet hall, his iron-like face showing no expression at all. He did not respond to the lords who saluted, but walked straight towards Ivar.
"Long time no see, old man."
Ivar threw the butterfly knife in his hand to the ground, landing on the knees of the dying Perlis, and then bowed to the Iron Lord.
"Yeah." Mikhail responded, pointing at Perlis who was kneeling on the ground and breathing slightly, "She?"
"Ah...it's a personal matter. The Federation doesn't know I'm here yet. She's not an agent."
"Very good." Mikhail nodded slightly. He was very frugal with his words, but every word he said seemed extremely heavy.
While the two were talking, Venya ran over from the main table, panting, holding a glass of wine in his hand, looking extremely flustered. He quickly knelt on one knee in front of Mikhail and lowered his head:
"Father...Father, you didn't say you were coming..."
Venia looked at his father nervously. He didn't want his father to see the banquet hall's decoration which was too "un-Thebitrian". The sudden arrival of the Iron Lord made him a little flustered.
"The Monak Mansion has been recaptured," Mikhail said in a low voice, "The [Evil Ghost] went to redeem the [Angel], and the second son Vans revealed the whereabouts of the Federation to him, so I came here."
The next second, Mikhail's eyes were suddenly filled with a cold light that seemed to have reached an extremely freezing point. Venia's body trembled, and goose bumps suddenly appeared all over his body:
"You failed to defend Monarch Mansion."
Facing the Iron Lord's blizzard-like gaze, Venia began to stutter:
"Father...I..."
"According to the code of blood and steel, the mansion is theirs," Mikhail looked at Venia coldly, "We will settle your account next time..."
Mikhail turned his gaze away from the trembling Venia, and then looked at Polys, who was still half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Federation... after destroying Charon... you broke into my territory again... and killed the people of Wanren Mountain..."
Mikhail looked at the embarrassed Perlis, his eyes filled with fire again.
"You're going to die... but not in such an easy way..."
After saying that, the Iron Lord walked towards Perlis, but he was not on guard at all——
It's now.
Perlis gritted her teeth, and she tried her best to stand up, and stabbed the Iron Lord with the butterfly knife she picked up from her knees.
This knife contained her last bit of strength. As long as she could stab and hold the Iron Lord hostage, then everything would be -
"Humph..."
Mikhail made a disdainful sound, and the iron hand moved slightly, tightly grasping Perlis's wrist, stopping her sharp blade a few inches in front of his chest.
"Little mouse..."
Then, he exerted force with his exoskeleton-covered palm and pulled Perlis's wrist.
“Crack.”
"Ughhhhhh!!!"
The sound of broken bones and the tearing pain that burned the wrist, the white fingertips loosened powerlessly, and the butterfly knife fell to the ground.
When Mikhail let go of her hand, Perlis saw that her right wrist was twisted at a horrible angle, and her fingertips were still trembling slightly.
"Ah...ah..."
Perlis screamed, tears flowing uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. Looking at her dislocated wrist, unprecedented pain and fear enveloped her heart.
No...How could it be...
No, not now.. If this continues, then——
Perlis raised her head slightly, but she only had time to see Mikhail's flying kick. The violent impact on her forehead made her eyes go black.
"Ugh!"
Polys only had time to utter a hasty cry of surprise before she was fiercely kicked away by the steel foot, falling on the red carpet with her limbs spread out.
“Um…ah…”
The blood-red pupils were dilated, and before her eyes was a dark patch of sparkling gold. Perlis felt as if her entire head was smashed into pieces, and at the same time, she felt an irresistible wave of dizziness.
"Uhhh...ah...haha..."
Perlis's small body twitched slightly, and she completely lost any ability to resist.
Mikhail looked at the girl who was almost on the verge of death after being kicked by him, and slowly took two steps forward, bent down, grabbed Perlis's head with his huge steel hand, and lifted her whole body. The big hand covered by the giant armor almost wrapped around half of Perlis's head, as if it could crush her head at any time.
"Ah...haah...uh..."
"This is the Federalist!"
Mikhail lifted up Perlis's body and showed it to the lords in the hall, and everyone watched the scene with bated breath.
"They crushed Charon Sector and made Aleph Stro a martyr of blood and steel."
"The greedy, ugly Confederates, hiding like cowards behind the Tower of Babel, call themselves conquerors."
Perlis only felt that the iron hand was grabbing her fiercely, almost crushing her head. Her vision was extremely blurry, but she could vaguely see that almost all the lords were focusing their eyes on her.
"We crushed them on the battlefield of Akihara. Each Thebit warrior can fight against ten federal dogs..."
Mikhail said as he fiercely lifted Perlis's body up and yelled:
"Who is the stronger warrior? (Thebit)"
"We! (Thebite)"
"Who the hell is the conqueror? (Thebit)"
"We!! (Thebite)"
The lords roared almost in unison. Mikhail's voice was rough and loud, like a spark, igniting the sparks hidden in the lords' oppression and hegemony.
"Now the ugly federals have run into the steel fortress and are pissing on top of our heads. Can you f*cking tolerate this?"
"cannot!"
"Then what the hell are you supposed to do!"
"War! War! War! War..."
"Then follow me and cross the Dragon River again!! (Thebite)"
Mikhail opened his arms and roared, and Polys' legs dangled in the air with his big movements, like a broken doll.
"We will crush the fleets of Deira and smash their hearths with hammers! (Thebit)"
"War! War! War! War!"
"We will kill the Queen of Dela and nail her to the altar of heaven!! (Thebite)"
"War! War! War! War!"
