Apocalypse Regression's

Until At the Crossroads

“Retreat! Have everyone back off as hard as they can now!”

Cassandra gave the order. Although the chances of survival were small, but as long as they could break Bolton and his army, there was still a chance to live.

Yep. A little, at least there is!

Having a sad and angry expression, many people forced themselves to retreat following Cassandra's instructions. But they also understood that the chances of them surviving were too slim now.

So, some people who have stubborn personalities choose to stay.

Cassandra looked at Kron who was standing upright, having absolutely no fear when surrounded by many enemies.

“What are you doing Kron? Hear me! Back off! You have a chance of being-“

“Available Cassandra!”

Hearing Kron call her name directly, Cassandra's expression looked bad. He immediately recalled the senior figure who trained him at the beginning of his joining the army. Before the woman continued, Kron's voice came back.

“Now you have grown up and have hard wings, Little Girl. You don't have to care about me at all because this is the path I chose.

Since you can't leave, me and these fools (my comrades) will give you time. So go!

LEAVE RIGHT NOW AND DON'T LET OUR EFFORTS GO TO WASTE!”

Hearing Kron's words, Cassandra who was usually firm and cold shed tears. He felt extremely angry, but also realized how weak and helpless he was.

“EVERYTHING ... RETREAT!”

Seeing Kron leading his army to defend, the retreating people felt sad and ashamed. They could only look at the backs of those people before running. Not wanting to make their efforts in vain.

Looking at Cassandra and the troop that had managed to retreat, Kron raised the corner of her lips. Just then, he suddenly felt a pressure that gave him goosebumps.

Turning his gaze to the source of the pressure, Kron saw a black-robed figure walking calmly while dragging a blood-soaked sword. Having a determined smile on his face, he held tightly to the sword in his hand.

“FORWARD!”

Swooshes!

The black-robed figure instantly shot out with incredible speed. In an instant, it appeared in front of him while swinging its sword.

A BANG!

Fending off the attack, Kron's body immediately crashed dozens of meters away. But he did not fall at all. Still standing firmly on the ground.

Only, Kron felt all the bones in both his hands being smashed. It could not be used to swing a sword.

Just then, a shocked expression appeared on the black-robed man's face. While walking towards him, the man asked.

“Note your name, Warrior!”

“KRON!” reply Kron full of fighting spirit.

“While quite regrettable, it's nice to meet a true warrior like you Kron. As a fellow fighter, I respect you.”

After saying that, the man swung his sword. Behead Kron before going to where Cassandra and her army are.

Before his consciousness was gone, a trace of regret appeared in Kron's eyes.

‘Can get away or not depending on your luck, Little Girl. I can only hope you will survive this disaster.’

***

Meanwhile, it was not far from where Cassandra and her troops were.

‘Who is right? Who's in the wrong? The answer is none because this is how war.’

Moving from the roof of the building to another roof, Irene saw the scene full of chaos without changing her expression. For him, such a sight was the ‘wajar’ thing in this crazy world.

A person who fights for his family, group, lover, or himself. There is absolutely nothing wrong as they fight for their beliefs. So there is nothing wrong, there are only winners and losers.

Losers will disappear in the flow of time, and winners will write their own version of the truth.

That's how this crazy world works.

Irene's gaze continued to be directed at Cassandra.

In contrast to her usual beautiful and cold figure, the woman actually looked chaotic. Although it did not close her beauty, but it was clear that the blows that occurred repeatedly had an impact on her mentality.

Betrayed, lost comrades, almost lost lives, felt helpless, and was on the edge.

It is not normal for people to feel ordinary in the face of such problems.

“BOLTON!”

Just then, Cassandra's screams filled with anger and hatred echoed.

Cassandra who was leading her army rushed straight towards Bolton and his men. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, they immediately attacked viciously.meaning they no longer regarded those people as brothers.

A BANG!

“Urgh! How can?”

Looking at Cassandra who could still fight fiercely, Bolton looked surprised. Not only was it not annihilated, he did not expect that many people would be able to retreat. In this way, he and his army could also be in danger.

“Do not shift your mind when fighting, Trash!”

A BANG!

Bolton's figure bounced backwards. At the moment of raising his face, the black shoes immediately swung against his right ear violently.

At that moment, his brain felt shaken. Looking towards Cassandra who was back at him, the man felt anger. He immediately swung the sword with all his might.

A slash!

Bolton's right hand that was holding the sword instantly fell to the ground. At that moment, the man fell to his knees. Holding the place where the hand was cut off while screaming in despair.

“ARGH!!”

A BANG!

Not yet had time to think of anything, Bolton's head kicked Cassandra hard.

Seeing Bolton lying on his back screaming in pain, the woman stabbed him in the chest with her sword. Not directly killing, but continuing to stab him with an angry and hateful expression.

“Dead! Die up! DIE!”

Not caring about her image or the blood splashing all over her body, Cassandra continued to stab Bolton until the man's body stopped twitching. Really lost his life.

Cassandra got up, took a few steps back before dropping to the ground while covering her face. Really feel pain, not only because of his physical, but also his mental.

Just then, a not so familiar but also unfamiliar voice sounded from behind him.

“Rather than crying here, you should immediately escape before the sacrifice of your colleagues is in vain.”

That landmark, Cassandra turned her head with a teary face.

“You.” The woman gritted her teeth. “Why are you here?”

“Tasks.”

The figure standing behind Cassandra was Irene, the figure of a red-haired beautiful woman wearing a black robe. It looked so kind and friendly, but it also carried a mysterious impression.

Swooshes!

Without giving any warning, Cassandra instantly picked up the sword and slashed down. Unfortunately, Irene was able to avoid it easily.

“You must have something to do with all this!”

Cassandra who recently got the pressure can not think clearly. Since the information about Irene was almost zero, he immediately considered her an enemy that needed to be fought.

“Really, you're like it's going to break anytime, Cassandra.”

Irene shrugged her shoulders. Seeing Cassandra's messy appearance, she felt a bit pity.

“I told you, the reason why I came is the duty of the Master. You seemed to need a bull, so I came. As simple as that.”

“DIAM!”

Cassandra pointed at Irene with a sword in her hand. Instead of being afraid, the woman walked forward and touched the tip of the sword with her finger. Before saying anything, he pulled back his hand.

“It looks like you're late. Though, I've asked you to leave immediately.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

After saying that, Irene turned around. He stared in a certain direction without answering Cassandra's question. A moment later, the figure of the black-robed man walked out from the fog.

Walking towards the people from the Imperial Phoenix with the blood-soaked sword in his right hand.

>> Connect.