Chapter 51: Lord's Flame

"Hit the deck!"

Harald's golden pupils burned as he reacted with lightning speed, shouting out before throwing himself toward the door.

However, the unsuspecting Pro森 soldiers were far less fortunate.

Chen Lai had a total of five grenades, but he had thrown four. The last one was reserved for himself in case the battle was lost.

Spiritual Word: Monarch Flame!

Ancient, profound incantations poured from Chen Lai's lips. His golden eyes blazed like daylight, and compared to the concentration of his bloodline, the three soldiers of the Skull Division were nothing more than a lower race!

A king descending from the heavens, wrathful and ferocious!

Chen Lai charged straight through the shattered window. Shards of glass sliced his arm at an extremely high speed, only for the wounds to heal instantly under the influence of dragon blood.

"Suka Blyat!!!"

Chen Lai cursed the Pro森 bastards viciously in the Rosa language, while a scorching Monarch Flame surged in mid-air.

Monarch Flame: Within a five-meter radius, the air is heated to an extraordinary temperature, contracting and drawing in dust to trigger a dust explosion.

"My Heavenly Father and Savior..."

Uliia, hiding in her home, along with Joanna and old Kant poking their heads out from the barn, instinctively crossed themselves at the same time, using this "religious remnant" to express their shock.

Previously, they only knew this squad leader was fierce—he had killed more than a dozen Pro森 bastards in the trenches before being dragged off the front lines due to heavy injuries, but they never imagined he was *this* fierce!

Indeed, Heaven blessed Rosa. Even after Comrade Stolt purged so many golden-eyed men, there were still golden-eyed lords willing to fight for the Federation...

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Their winter military uniforms ignited by the Monarch Flame, a second wave of fiery destruction following the grenade blasts, over a hundred Pro森 soldiers rolled on the ground like human torches returning from the depths of hell.

The center of the road was cleared, and the air was filled with the eerie scent of roasted meat. The two Skull Division soldiers who had been chatting idly inside the house heard the screams and hurriedly came out to investigate the situation.

Harald lay flat on the ground, staring in utter disbelief at the man who had melted the snow on the ground and burned a pitch-black crater.

The fellow hiding in the attic was actually a half-breed who commanded a high-risk Spiritual Word like "Monarch Flame"?!

Damn it, with that level of bloodline concentration, he could have easily earned a "Von" noble title in Pro森, yet he was hiding in an attic just to ambush a few stragglers like them?

Such a thing was probably only possible to encounter in the Rosa Federation. A dangerous half-breed like this had likely been purged by Stolt and driven to a dead end before hiding out in this village.

With thoughts flashing through his mind at lightning speed, Harald figured it out. He assumed Chen Lai must have sided with the "Old Trotskyites" or the "Royalists," belonging to the class of half-breeds suppressed and purged by Stolt—

If so, perfect! Stolt's enemy was Pro森's friend, and a big fish of this caliber could completely replace Vlasov's position!

"Wait! Rosa man, we, friends, Aryans!"

Harald drew his sidearm, hesitated, and instead of aiming at Chen Lai, he slowly stood up, speaking to Chen Lai in broken Rosa.

Bang!

Ignoring him, Chen Lai picked off the Pro森 soldiers who had narrowly escaped death and were now preparing to shoot him with rifles one by one. His reflexes had been immensely enhanced; often before the Pro森 men could even raise their hands, bullets were already piercing their glabellae.

The crisp sounds of gunfire rang out continuously, carrying a long distance across the snow-covered landscape. Fortunately, the main body of the Skull Division had already marched far away, otherwise things would have been terribly difficult.

"Stop, or we will open fire!"

The two Skull Division soldiers who emerged from the house quickly grasped the situation, raising their MP38 submachine guns at Chen Lai with their fingers resting on the triggers.

"No, don't shoot." Harald stopped them, slowly approaching Chen Lai alone.

He wasn't crazy; he was acutely aware of how terrifying a half-breed wielding the "Monarch Flame" could be.

At this level of bloodline concentration, 98K rifle bullets might not even penetrate their bodies, let alone an MP38 submachine gun specifically designed for urban combat, simply because its firepower was too weak!

Chen Lai glanced around. Most of the Pro森 soldiers were dead or dying, and no one else posed a threat with sniper fire. Only the three Pro森 half-breeds remained before him.

"This S-type rifle's firepower is still too weak." Chen Lai discarded the rifle in his hand and drew his hunting knife, holding it horizontally across his chest.

His words were true; the S-type rifle was a Rosa semi-automatic rifle lacking the bolt-action movement of the Mosin-Nagant. While it increased ordinary soldiers' firepower, its stopping power was somewhat diminished.

By contrast, Pro森 rifles were explicitly designed to kill half-breeds. The 98K had excessive power and required bolt-action—its rate of fire was low, but its stopping power was truly formidable!

"No, no, no, I'm not here to hurt you." Harald unclipped his strapped submachine gun, dropped it to the ground, and raised both hands toward the sky to signal his lack of hostility.

"Friend, comrade, comrade..."

Chen Lai actually stopped, flashing him a smile.

Harald smiled back. In his view, winning Chen Lai over and turning him into a "traitor to Rosa" was already a certainty.

"Bang!"

The next second, Chen Lai abruptly dropped his hunting knife, stamped his foot, and a 98K rifle stained with the blood of a Pro森 soldier flew into his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, he opened fire, dispensing with the need to aim.

At this distance, blind firing was sufficient. In combat, striking the enemy first was everything!

"Who the hell is your 'comrade'?"

Chen Lai spat out a mouthful of saliva. If others didn't understand the true nature of these "Aryans," how could he possibly not know?

This imperial guard unit appeared gentle, polite, and strictly self-disciplined, but in reality, they were ruthless butchers dripping with blood!

When facing their own kind or "Aryans" of the same half-breed status, they acted friendly like knights, but if you belonged to an inferior race, then I'm very sorry—the gas chambers and concentration camps awaited you.

"Open fire!"

Harald collapsed in disbelief. A bullet had pierced his neck, and streams of bright red blood gushed out as he sank directly to his knees.

Seeing that negotiations had failed, his companions behind him abandoned any consideration of firepower and raised their submachine guns to sweep the area.

Faced with this situation, Chen Lai had no choice but to stir his dragon blood once more and unleash the Monarch Flame. Having just recovered from severe injuries, his body was not as formidable as imagined; getting struck by bullets would still spell trouble.

Boom!

A dust explosion erupted at the front door. This time, Julie's house was completely uninhabitable. With four grenades and two Monarch Flames detonated right at the entrance, the originally wooden structure finally gave way, and the entire floor collapsed inward.

Flying wood splinters and shattered tiles rained down as the second-floor structure crashed diagonally onto the two Skull Division soldiers, silencing them instantly.

Chen Lai felt a wave of darkness wash over his vision, his body drained of strength. Spiritual Words were extremely demanding skills; releasing them multiple times in quick succession was simply too much for his recently healed body to handle.

Staggering a few steps, Chen Lai tipped backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Harald—who had previously been shot in the neck by the 98K—stumbled to his feet. Picking up the hunting knife from the ground, he approached Chen Lai with a pale complexion.

"If not for Ghost Victory, you really would have slipped away."

Harald's golden pupils blazed brilliantly as a viscous, black fog-like gas wriggled around his body. Confronting the fallen Chen Lai, he raised his hunting knife high.

Spiritual Word: Ghost Victory. While active, the user ignores pain and fights with reckless disregard for death.