Chapter 542 - 'Blood Rain'

The...Godfather? For real?

The enemies shuddered. They instantly cried tears and blood in their heart.

The rumour is true! Ainsley Sloan is a shaman, and she has the Godfather as her contracted spirit...

And the ability she inherited was blood manipulation.

No one in the mafia world didn’t know about blood manipulation supremacy. They knew how sickening and insanely powerful that ability was...

Especially when it was in the Godfather’s hand.

Many stories and legends mentioned the Godfather and his blood manipulation ability. But they didn’t think they would witness it first-hand like this...

Aren’t we screwed?

At the same time, Ainsley’s troops were trying hard not to simp.

’Ahhhh, that’s the Godfather! The boss is so cool to have the Godfather as her contracted spirit!’

’Oh my God! Hella cool! Blood wings...isn’t it one of the legendary skills??’

The troops thought that the war would be a rather fierce and bloody war. But if the Godfather used blood wings...

It’s going to be an elegant yet chilling battle.

The moment the Godfather showed his blood wings, the enemy troops were already despaired.

’According to legends and stories, what follows after the blood wings...is the blood rain...right?!’

The commander’s face paled.

That’s an AOE skill!

"Rejoice." The Godfather flapped the blood wings as he looked down on the people below.

His voice was that of a girl, and a kid. His face was also a toddler and his body...was so tiny that he looked cute.

Yet at the moment, no one could see the baby as someone cute or vulnerable. If anything...he looked like a baby devil from hell...

"Rejoice, mongrels. This Lord will make this quick." The Godfather pricked his ears as he spread his arms wide.

Following his movement were the blood wings on his back. The wings slowly spread wider, and the edge was slightly curled, aiming to the ground.

The feathers made of blood slowly became as sharp as icicles, and all of them were pointing at the enemy troops down there.

"This will be done in seconds." The Godfather munched the last bit of his Matcha Pocky before licking the edge of his lips.

"Blood wings..." The young man slowly clenched his fists. His pupils glinted viciously.

"Rain on them."

SHAAA!

Before the enemies could react, the wings already flapped hard and the sharp feathers on it suddenly shot toward the enemy troops.

Psiu. Psiu. Psiu!

One feather. Two feathers. Five. Ten. Twenty. Fifty. A hundred.

It began with just one feather that instantly changed into a blood icicle shooting toward the target’s belly.

But seconds passed by, and the air was instantly filled with hundreds of blood icicles.

SHA SHA SHA!

The hundred blood icicles flew so fast that in mere seconds, it already stabbed some of the people’s stomachs or shoulders, instantly pinning them to the ground.

STAB!

"Gah!"

"Arghh!"

"Ouch!"

"AKH!"

The enemies fell one by one. Yet the blood rain didn’t stop. It kept stabbing each of the enemies with one blood icicle. Not less, not more.

It was precisely one blood icicle...and it never shot the vital areas.

The enemies were under attack. Scream and agony echoed throughout the field. Yet, not even a single person breathed their last breath.

Even the commander wasn’t an exception.

Wounds started to appear on the enemies’ bodies. Blood trickled down, mixed with the blood icicle stabbing their wounds.

Yet...no one died. Of the 200 people getting attacked...

No one died.

But all of them fell to the ground with blood oozing everywhere, creating a pool of blood.

The fishy smell of blood rose to the sky, and the baby’s blood wings already shrunk to the size of tiny cupid-like wings. It was only enough to keep the baby flying in the air.

"Hu..." The Godfather opened his eyes and exhaled. He slowly beckoned his fingers, and the enemies’ blood flowed onto his palm.

Once more, the blood formed a larger blood wings...and the blood rain repeated.

"GAH!"

"AKH!"

"GYAHHH!"

Each enemy got another blood icicle piercing their body, yet it never aimed for the vital area. It only gave them new wounds and pain.

None of the enemies could even stand up to run or use their abilities. Only the healers tried hard to heal themselves and those around them.

But the bastard devil didn’t think it was enough.

Once more, when his wings shrunk after transforming into icicles rain, he gathered the blood on the field...

And repeated the cycle.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

Everytime the young man created blood rain...the enemies would turn into hedgehogs with blood icicles still pinning them to the ground.

Blood kept flowing from their wounds...and the next icicles attacking them were actually made from their own blood.

It was either their own blood or their comrades’s blood!

"Uagh!"

"S-stop. Just kill me!"

"Don’t play with us!"

"Arghh!"

The enemies groaned and rolled on the ground with icicles around their bodies. Yet, they were still breathing.

Their blood kept flowing from their wounds, but the healers would help them stop the bleeding.

They didn’t die. But they couldn’t fight back either.

It...it was such torture!

Ainsley’s troops shuddered as they watched the Godfather toyed with the enemy troops. No one died, but their cries of pain and the humiliation they felt...

It was enough to break anyone.

"Stop...stop this." The commander finally spoke in a hoarse voice as he laid on the ground with his stomach pressed.

The man slowly stretched his hand and lifted it toward the Godfather in the air.

"Stop...stop torturing us. Just...just kill us– "

"No." The Godfather rejected flatly. The young man fiddled with his silky hair and chuckled.

"You either surrender or die a slow death."

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