Chapter 138: Kyle’s Sincere Submission

A somewhat worn but impeccably preserved color photograph landed carelessly on Kyle's blood-soaked chest, tossed there by Leo.

"Take a look at this." Leo's tone was flat.

Kyle froze for a moment, struggling to pick up the photo from his chest.

The instant his gaze fell upon it—

This iron-willed man, who hadn't uttered a sound even when his bones were shattered, began trembling violently as if struck by lightning.

The photograph showed a secret underground facility.

In the center of the frame, a middle-aged woman—haggard but still bearing traces of past beauty—tightly gripped the hand of a young woman in her early twenties who shared Kyle's distinctive gray eyes.

"Mary... my Lillian..."

"How do you have a photo of them?"

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his shattered bones, Kyle forced himself to turn over and dropped to his knees before Leo. "Reaper!"

"Please! Tell me where they are! If you help me save them—"

"Just tell me where they are, and my life is yours!"

Kyle's gray eyes brimmed with desperate pleading.

This killing machine that once terrorized the entire European underground—

Now knelt without hesitation before his enemy, all for his wife and daughter.

Leo took a deep drag of his cigar, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and spoke slowly. "They're being held in a secret facility outside Basel, Switzerland. The Gray Cloaks have used them to control you, which is why they've kept them alive these twenty years."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Kyle trembled with overwhelming emotion.

"Which is why you're now dead."

Leo's flat statement cut him off.

"What?" Kyle froze.

Leo crouched down, pressing the photograph back into Kyle's hand. "Tonight's battle ends with the Blood-Pit Executioner dying at Reaper's hands."

"Wayne will witness you getting beaten within an inch of your life. Then, in the chaos, my people will take your body."

"Only a dead man can truly be free."

Leo stood, looking down at Kyle from above. "Go save your wife and daughter. After you rescue them..."

At those words, Kyle's expression went blank—but as a killing machine who'd clawed his way to the top of the underground world, his mind caught up instantly.

Those lifeless gray eyes suddenly exploded with incredulous joy and understanding!

He got it!

If the Blood-Pit Executioner walked out of this church alive tonight, Wayne and those old bastards at the Gray Cloaks would immediately move against his wife and daughter!

But if he 'died' at Reaper's hands tonight?

A dead man posed no threat.

The Gray Cloaks would absolutely lower their guard on that mother and daughter after his 'death'!

Which would be the perfect opportunity for a rescue!

"The address of their prison is written on the back of the photo."

Leo looked down at him. "Since you're a dead man now, vanish from this world completely. Break your chains. Save your wife and daughter."

"Once you've settled everything, come find me. Then we'll work together to slaughter the Gray Cloaks and those high-and-mighty plutocrats down to the last one."

Hearing this, Kyle's eyes turned completely red.

"Reaper! I will never forget this debt!"

Kyle kowtowed to Leo. "From this day forward, my life belongs to you! Whoever you point to, I'll kill! Even if it means opening the gates of hell for you!"

Leo said nothing more, merely flicking the half-smoked cigar to the ground and turning toward the church's main entrance.

...

On the small hill—

Blood had already stained the accumulated snow a vivid, shocking crimson.

Ivy's figure moved like a wine-red phantom through the crowd.

Each swing of her dark red claw blade sent an arc of gruesome blood spray through the air.

Serafina's long, shapely legs had become the deadliest of weapons.

A flying scissor kick snapped a Gray Cloaks assassin's neck clean through.

Charlotte was even more ruthlessly efficient, her scalpel dancing like a butterfly through the crowd, harvesting lives.

In just a few minutes—

The hundred-plus armed personnel who'd arrived with such menacing force had been cut down by more than half.

The survivors were being driven back, step by step, by these three warrior goddesses!

"Useless! All of you, useless!"

Wayne trembled with rage. Watching his prized elite forces get slaughtered, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

"Looks like I need to play my real trump card to control this situation!"

Wayne waved his hand sharply, roaring into the darkness behind him. "Fifth Knight! Get out here! Kill these bitches!"

The moment those words left his mouth—

A silver-white figure shot from the darkness like lightning!

It was a man in a silver-white tactical suit, his silver crew cut gleaming with cold light under the moon.

The Round Table's Fifth Knight—Gareth!

Gareth let out a dull, mocking laugh, his gaze locking onto Olivia. "Today, I'm going to pound you all into meat paste and avenge them!"

"Your opponent is me."

Olivia holstered her emptied pistols and drew two jet-black military combat knives from her outer thighs.

Without wasting words, Olivia's form became a black streak of lightning, charging straight at Gareth!

Combat knife met meteor hammer in a violent collision, sparks flying as two figures instantly locked in deadly combat across the snow!

Seeing Gareth successfully tie down Olivia, Sawyer Rothschild suddenly erupted in maniacal laughter.

"Hahaha! Wayne, did you think only the Gray Cloaks had trump cards?"

Sawyer pointed at Ivy and the others still fighting below, his eyes full of venom and madness. "To take Leo's head, to avenge my poor son—I spent tens of millions hiring a true god of death!"

Sawyer waved his hand violently, screaming into the void. "Do it! Cut them all to ribbons!"

The instant Sawyer's words fell—

A silent silver blur, like a meteor tearing through the night sky, suddenly descended upon the battlefield!

"High-level threat! Watch out!"

Ivy, in the middle of reaping lives, felt her assassin's instincts scream as every hair stood on end. She let out a piercing warning.

But it was too fast!

The silver blur closed on Ivy in an instant.

It was a young man with silver hair, his face deathly pale, his eyes as hollow as a soulless reaper.

In his hands, he gripped two slender, translucent, eerie-looking short swords!

Ivy reacted with lightning speed, instinctively raising her crimson claw blades to block.

A shockwave of unimaginable force traveled through the blades. Ivy felt searing pain shoot through her grip!

"Ivy!"

Serafina's face went white with alarm as she immediately flew to provide support.

But when her airborne leg sweep targeted the silver-haired assassin, he dodged with a movement that defied human biomechanics, then countered with a thrust aimed at Serafina's abdomen!

The sword energy tore through Serafina's black lace dress, leaving a bloody gash along her waist!

If she hadn't dodged in time, that strike would have disemboweled her!

"This bastard's a monster! Not easy to handle!"

Serafina landed, clutching her wound, her elongated eyes filled with unprecedented gravity.

She and Ivy together had been completely suppressed in a single exchange!

On the other side, Olivia—locked in combat with Gareth—also sensed the crisis.

Gareth's turtle-shell defense and terrifying heavy weaponry made it impossible for her to break away.

"I'll help them!"

Charlotte made a split-second decision, sending four sharp scalpels flying at Gareth's face like throwing knives, forcing the Round Table knight back half a step.

Then she joined Olivia, and together they tied down Gareth.

In the center of the battlefield—

The silver-haired assassin moved like death itself dancing, his transparent short swords weaving a net of blades.

Ivy and Serafina fought with everything they had but were still driven steadily back!

Over a dozen bloody wounds now marred the wine-red and black fabric of their dresses.

Against absolute speed and bizarre killing techniques, the two women could only defend—utterly unable to counterattack!

"Hahaha!"

Sawyer howled with triumphant madness from the hilltop. "Kill them! Kill them all! When that Leo comes out, I'll make him watch his women get chopped into mincemeat!"

The silver-haired assassin's eyes flashed with deathly cold light as his short sword pivoted, thrusting straight for Ivy's throat!

"Can't dodge!" Ivy's pupils contracted sharply.

In that hair's-breadth moment when everyone thought this thorny rose was about to fall—

A crisp sound rang out.

The entire battlefield—whether it was the maniacally laughing Sawyer, the battling Round Table knight, or the silver-haired assassin—all froze in that instant.

The heavy wooden doors of that abandoned church in the distance slowly swung open.