Celestial Bloodline
chapter-290

Kyle's breath was uneven as he appeared in the middle of a grassy field. He looked up in the sky, even after an hour the three moths were still following behind him.

'Damn it! How the hell are they finding my location? It's the fourth time already! Don't tell me they can sense me but how... I am positive my presence is hidden.'

With knitted brows, he rubbed the white earring in his ear.

'Is it not working?'

A curse spilled out from his mouth when he felt a sudden pinprick of pain on his back. Due to the moths chasing after him ruthlessly, he was not able to rest. Not even for a second, that's why even after drinking two high-grade healing potions his injury did not heal. Instead, it worsened.

Suddenly a loud cry sounded on his left. Kyle snapped his head toward the voice and his eyes dilated at the sight. A familiar winged man was tearing the body of a grey-haired youth. He used instant teleportation to stop the man but he arrived a little late. The youth was already dead. Scattered pieces of flesh painted his vision red and his breath grew even more irregular at the sight.

The winged man was stupefied due to his sudden appearance but unlike Kyle who froze in his spot after seeing a human die so gruesomely in front of him for the first time, the man immediately recovered and attacked him with a black whip.

Kyle snapped out of his trance when a trembling voice reverberated in his ears. The voice was barely a whimper but he heard it loud and clear because it was filled with pain.

He jumped back to avoid the whip that swiftly lashed out toward him. However, his pale face turned even paler when he saw the owner of the voice. It was a young girl.

Her body was barely covered and filled with multiple injuries. Lying above the grassy ground she was breathing but her eyes were blank and they looked lifeless.

Kyle's heart shook in his chest. He took an unsteady step back and for some reason, his mind went blank. After meeting some individuals from the dark race, he knew they were targeting the people who entered the realm but he never imagined they would be this cruel.

The winged man looked at him with narrowed eyes. He couldn't believe the boy dodged his attack but he knew the boy was too aghast at the sight in front of him. So, instead of attacking the man started enjoying his expression that turned paler with each passing second. After all, it would be more fun if he broke his prey first before killing him, just like how he did with the previous ones.

Still, only after a few seconds, he got bored because the boy in front of him was doing nothing, except standing in a single place. Moreover, his eyes turned too cloudy.

"It's no fun if you are already like this."

The man clicked his tongue and stepped forward to finish Kyle so he could find another target. However, his intentions were abruptly interrupted by a loud voice that echoed through the air.

"Brother! I found the human! He is here!"

After the voice fell, a golden moth arrived in front of the winged man. He gazed at Kyle's body with twinkling eyes and then looked at the winged man with annoyance.

"Leave! This human belongs to us."

Behind him, the other two golden moths arrived as well. They looked at Kyle and after confirming that their food was fine, they simultaneously glared at the winged man who didn't budge from his position even after the first warning.

The winged man glared back with a raised brow.

"What if I don't? Huh, you insect how dare you order me around!"

In an instant, a strong (A+)-Rank aura spilled out from his body and descended on the moths. However, the man was shocked when they didn't even flinch under his pressure. He realized with a twisted expression.

'Damn! These bugs are stronger than me!'

Slowly, he flapped his wings to flee in another direction but before he could a sharp blade pierced his heart from behind.

The man glanced down at the tip of the sword that was protruding from his chest. His eyes widened with horror as he tilted his head back to look at the owner of the sword.

It was the same boy who was standing in front of him a while ago but his eyes were not cloudy anymore. Instead, they were seething with anger.

Kyle kicked the man from behind and pulled his sword back roughly, dark blood splattered out to paint his hand crimson. Yet, he did not even stop to brush it off his sword and looked at the moths.

"Haaa.. I am tired of running. So, instead of running, it's better to kill right?"

The moths were taken aback when they heard his sudden declaration. They looked at each other before one of them whispered loudly.

"Don't kill just break his arms and legs then we will take him back."

The other two nodded and all of them attacked the human at the same time. Countless wind blades formed under their wings before those blades traveled toward Kyle with lightning-fast speed.

A cold glint flashed inside Kyle's eyes and he vanished from his spot. After running around for an hour his mana was almost exhausted so he knew he could not use the blue flames because they burned his mana faster. Due to his unstable emotions, Bia was also alarmed. Her familiar worried voice rang out in his head again and again but instead of replying, he subconsciously cut off her voice from his head.

Kyle's figure appeared behind one of the moths but the trio was ready because they had already seen his teleportation skill before. That's why the moment he disappeared, they snapped their heads back and the edge of their wings turned sharper to penetrate his body.

However, before their attack could land on Kyle's body, he vanished again. This time he appeared mere inches away from one of the moths. The moth's eyes widened when Kyle tried to put his sword straight into his heart. The wings behind his back moved almost instantly and the sharp edges targeted Kyle's chest to stop him.

Amidst the heated atmosphere, the moth shuddered when he saw a fleeting cold smile on the human face. He was not able to comprehend why the human was laughing when he was clearly in danger but he got the answer when his wings crashed into a solid surface instead of digging into Kyle's chest.

With a stunned expression, the moth opened his mouth to cry but his voice muffled when the sword entered his chest with little to no restraint.

The other two moths were too shocked to move as they watched their brother's body fall to the ground lifelessly. Kyle pulled out his sword and gazed at them with irregular breath. His whole back was painted with blood but he still dared to speak with a loud and clear voice.

"One down two more to go."