Chapter 49

There are not many roads leading to the college square.

Among the nobles' guards who surged into the Royal Central Academy, a few might have been here before, and a few might have been part of this academy in their youth.

The world is inherently unpredictable.

The guards who found the direction somewhat familiar headed in various directions toward their destination, but their final destination was the same.

Some were far, some were near.

When they encountered the members of the Blood Banner Society responsible for the blockade, the sparks of conflict were about to fly.

The road is not a wall, but people can form a wall.

Avius, gripping his sword, trembled slightly. He and his fellow members formed a line, blocking the road to the square. In front of their sword tips were the suddenly arriving noble guards.

There were many of them, and their ranks were chaotic and disorderly, constantly surging to confront them.

They did not attack, for they had not yet lost their reason.

Avius's breathing was heavy, and a fine sweat appeared on his cheeks. He was nervous. Since the members discovered the arrival of these people, he, as the leader, quickly gathered and concentrated the members.

But, at that moment, someone abandoned their ideals and chose to escape.

He saw panic on the faces of the members, and at that moment, he suddenly found it absurd.

Perhaps, as Vassen said, they were a group of shameful opportunists.

Perhaps, living in comfort, they chose the Blood Banner Society for the thrill.

Perhaps...

He did not want to think about it anymore, for he had no time. Those people were approaching from a distance.

He was to become a hero of this country, and he was the leader responsible for this road.

So, he raised his sword.

"Fellow members of the Blood Banner Society, if you can hear my voice, please calm down."

"Before you is not a flood of beasts; they are just a group of lowly noble guards. Do not forget your identity! You are the descendants of the nobles who rule this country. You have the noble blood of your ancestors. If you fear them now, I will be ashamed of you, ashamed of your family, and ashamed of your ancestors!"

The members were drawn to Avius's words, their gazes focused on him.

"Look at your current state; at this moment, I truly find you laughable."

"I do not want to know why you joined the Blood Banner Society, and I do not want to understand why you are involved in this matter. However, since you dared to do this, it shows that you have not lost your courage. If you choose to escape at this moment, then your future will be like today. You will be a coward, and you will accomplish nothing, because! You will have lost your courage here."

"If you do not want your future to be that of a coward, then draw your swords."

Avius's face turned red as he shouted, his voice reaching his members. They heard him.

They slowly drew their swords, looking at this suddenly unfamiliar person. For some reason, they felt the power of his words, and they seemed to follow his commands instinctively.

"I do not know what your future will be, and I do not know what the outcome will be. But now, we are not alone. We share a common belief. You will not forget today, and you will not forget how brave you once were. In that distant future, you will face all difficulties with courage, just as you do today! This is the true you!"

"Raise your swords! Form the line!"

"Never forget the blood of a man! Never waver in your beliefs! Never fear anything!"

"Because! Today is your future!"

Vassen slowly shook his head and detached himself from the group of members. He saw the already疯狂的Avius and the members who had been incited into action. Everything was beyond his control.

He knew that if they continued down this path, even if they succeeded, they would fail.

Quietly, he disappeared into the crowd.

"Sir, we request that you let us pass."

The noble guards, who were in a standoff, selected a representative to negotiate.

They had to do this. They were more aware than anyone of the other identities of the majority of the students at the Royal Central Academy. They did not dare to act rashly.

Even though they had more people and greater martial power than the other side.

However, a conflict would inevitably cause harm, and the consequences were an unknown pressure.

"We will not let you pass."

Avius took a step forward, tightly gripping his long sword and shaking his head. "There is no need for futile persuasion. Our responsibility is to block this road. If you want to pass... step over our bodies!"

He was threatening them, and he was more aware than anyone of their concerns.

"Sir! Our master is still being held by you, and we also understand our responsibility."

"They will be fine," Avius said. "After we have finished negotiating with His Majesty, your master will be released."

The representative returned to the group of guards with a grim expression, seemingly discussing something in a low voice.

Avius's hand was full of sweat, his eyes fixed on them. He knew that if these noble guards chose to break through at all costs, they would be powerless to stop them.

Would they really have to engage in a brutal and bloody slaughter?

He did not want such a bad outcome, for he knew that he and the members were powerless to stop the other side. If they chose to break through, most of the members might flee in panic.

He did not expect his words to change his members.

Soon, the representative of the guards came forward again.

He sighed lightly, his face showing regret. "Sir, we are sorry, but we cannot tolerate our master being in an unknown situation. We do not know if anything unexpected will happen, and the consequences are beyond our control."

Avius bit his lip, which was black with a scar. He narrowed his eyes, his body tense. "So, you have decided to break through by force? Do you understand the consequences?"

"Sir, we are aware of the crime of offending a noble, but—" he suddenly smiled. "We have many people, and perhaps you will not remember who the offenders are. Perhaps a few of us will be unlucky, but compared to the safety of our master, the latter is more concerning to us."

"I see." Avius laughed lightly. "I want to tell you a secret."

"What secret?" the representative asked curiously.

"I can only tell you this secret, and perhaps you will change your mind after you know it."

The representative hesitantly approached, and Avius took a deep breath, relaxing his sword-holding posture. As the representative relaxed, Avius quickly swung his sword across the other's neck.

He felt the sound of the blade cutting through skin and flesh, the heat of the blood splashing on his face, and the disbelief in the other's eyes.

He did not make a sound, for the sword cut prevented him from doing so.

He clutched his neck, trying to stop the blood, his legs trembling violently until he fell to his knees and then lay down...

"See, I have changed your mind. Oh, I forgot, the dead have no thoughts."

Looking at the representative, who was dying with wide, staring eyes, Avius suddenly laughed nervously.

His voice was trembling, and his hand holding the sword was trembling.

He looked at everyone, who was stunned into silence by the scene.

He turned to look at the members around him, seeing fear in their eyes.

He raised his sword again, and the members around him immediately retreated several steps in shock.

"Fellow members of the Blood Banner Society!"

His voice was no longer passionate but low and cold.

"I have declared my belief with blood. What about you?"

"Choose to flee now and be a coward for life, or become the hero who saves this country today?"

He turned to face the angry faces.

"The banner of blood will be raised at this moment!"

"The future of dreams and beliefs will be written at this moment!"

"Fellow members! Follow the will that cries out from your hearts, and fight with me!"

The long sword was raised, the long sword was discarded.

Some chose to stand by his side, while others fled.

The noble guards watched all this, suddenly feeling the world had become strange. Why?

They saw a group of madmen, like a small boat in a stormy sea, shaking violently. You never knew if it would be swallowed up in the next moment.

The guards drew their weapons and surged toward the madmen.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces twisted, and their swords were uncontrolled.

The guards did not dare to kill, their movements hesitant. Any mistake would result in a death, but the numbers and strength were ultimately unequal.

Avius watched as the members around him were knocked down one by one. They were not dead, but they had lost their fighting ability.

His sword skills were ordinary, but he relied on his sharp and intimidating momentum to keep going.

Suddenly, he was struck from behind. He turned his head to see a guard's sword back hitting him. He tried to strike back, but the sudden pain in his thigh made him fall to his knees.

Lying on the ground, his vision blurred, he saw several guards shaking their heads and talking in front of him.

Did they fail?

Avius laughed bitterly.

Suddenly, he heard a sound, a sound filled with piercing screams and wails.

He thought it was the sound of his fellow members.

But the sound grew louder and more numerous.

Struggling to rise, his blurry eyes gradually cleared, and he gripped his sword and laughed out loud.

Because the miracle he had hoped for had come.

Unknown black figures appeared, slaughtering the guards who were trying to break through. Their movements were strange, and their methods of killing were swift.

More than a dozen black figures did not seem to take much time. The road was now covered with blood and bodies.

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