Chapter 701: Who Gave You Permission To Leave?

Or so it seemed. After the bright flash of lightning had dazzled their retinas, their sight gradually returned and the few survivors were given the opportunity to behold the scope of the disaster.

All the coaches and carriages that were still standing had a gaping hole in them, while the wood and cloth that were often part of their design had caught fire or burned to a crisp.

Of the 2,400 refugees still alive, more than 2,000 had been blown to death on impact. The remaining 400 survived only by a fortunate combination of circumstances. Once unleashed, the lightning had an erratic trajectory.

Those who were closest to the mysterious attacker had somehow borne the brunt of the attack for the others. As the lightning weakened with each subsequent person struck, the 400 survivors escaped with minor injuries, but many of them, including a few children, required emergency treatment that no one could provide.

The toughest humans were also the ones least afraid of these Vampires and the attacker had made a special effort to target them first.

The Pastry Chef who had so impressed the Wengols with her bravery and brawn lay curled up in a ring of barren ashes, her remains irreversibly charred, a huge smoking hole in her chest. She was no longer breathing.

The other exceptional craftsmen had not escaped either. The few elite officers and soldiers who had protected the civilians so far had also been targeted first, and only one Rank A warrior with the rank of commander was still standing, though badly scorched.

The only craftsman who barely survived was the sturdy blacksmith who was close to retirement. He owed his survival only to the extraordinary features of his Soul Class. A Grandmaster Blacksmith could also forge any material, including treating his own body as such. At his level, the strength of his body was comparable in every way to that of his best creations.

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