Zaol and the others glared at the newcomer who held a knife to Gaia's throat. It was even a Class C dagger, and even a slight nick broke her skin and welcomed blood.
"Bilia!" Zaol yelled with gritted teeth. "Let go of my wife right now!"
His aura exploded in his anger but the shake just deepened the dagger on Gaia's neck.
"Whoops~"
This forced Zaol to hold back, and the others could only grit their teeth as they tried to look for a way to rescue their mother without risking her life.
It would not be easy, especially with how exhausted they were at this time. This man… was also infamous for being a bit…unhinged.
The Speedster was a Level 39 man in his 50s named Bilia. He was one of the City's best-known speedsters, and he worked directly under Bleumrick. Although in terms of pure destructive power, he did not compare to an elementalist of the same level, his speed and timing could definitely help change the tide.
He stared at the Gold children, all of whom had their elements brandished out, ready to hit him as soon as the opportunity arrived.
Of course, he made sure to hold out their mother in a way he could use her as a shield if needed, so they entered a standstill very quickly.
Speaking of that, he couldn't help but look at the elementalists in interest, and then at the woman in his hand.
"I'm still amazed about how non-elementalists like you two could give birth to elementalists, without exception. What's the secret?"
Zaol and Gaia didn't answer him. Even if they wanted to, they didn't know how to explain it.
Rather than a secret, it was just that both family lines had a high percentage of elementalists.
Zaol didn't awaken, which was the main reason he was so unfavored, while Gaia was also one of the few in her generation who weren't elementalists.
It was more accurate to say that Elementalist tended to have much higher social strata than others. They would climb high in life, maybe even become nobles, and the rich and powerful tended to intermingle.
The intermarriage between families with elementalist members naturally had higher chances of producing them.
Of course, all five children being elementalists was indeed impressive—even unheard of—but it was more of them hitting the genetic jackpot through luck.
However, people here did not have the concept of genes and the complexities of genetics at this time. Some people could only envy those who seemed blessed by dieties.
He gripped her neck a bit more, making her gasp as she gripped on him.
"Wife!"
"Mother!"
"Calm down," Bilia said, looking at the group, making sure they stayed in line. His level was lower than even Gaia, but she was exhausted and barely had any spirit left. He would take advantage of that.
For now, he was alone, so he wasn't planning on starting a fight just yet. He didn't worry about them starting it, either—at least not while a knife was on Gaia's neck.
Bilia knew this family was very soft. Obviously, it was better to try and attack him as soon as possible—he definitely didn't stand a chance—but they didn't want to risk any more injury to their mother.
This was the Golds' most evident flaw, and something they had been mocked a lot for behind closed doors.
"Stay back, let's wait for the others, okay?
"I'm the first one—it has to do with my speed. Everyone else is just so… slow."
Anyway, the others rushed over as soon as they saw the signal and he didn't have to be alone for so long.
More and more people emerged again, and they were a bit fewer than the previous batch, but considering they had been spent, this fight was definitely more dangerous.
Still… Orion's eyes sharpened. Having more people here wasn't entirely disadvantageous.
More people on the enemy side meant there was more chaos. More chaos meant everyone could get distracted—even that damned speedster!
Orion's eyes met with Otto's. There was no need to say more.
The next thing people knew, small sparks zapped through the air in random directions. The small bolts weren't that fast nor were they so strong. Frankly, it seemed like a last ditch attack from Orion.
Anyway, the newcomers avoided them all. Although their level would not be killed by a small attack, people generally avoided pain.
What they didn't know was that the locations of the sparks were not random. They were sent in a way that would cause some to either bump into each other or interfere with their movements.
One or two ended up getting near Bilia, and another set of small sparks floated about, causing them to bump into him a bit.
The movements all around hid some changes, and they didn't notice how Otto had used his remaining mana to push himself upward with his ability, creating a small tornado from above Bilia, ultimately forcing him to let go of Gaia.
"Damnit!" he cursed, gesturing to run grab Gaia again. However, he felt a large rush of force heading straight to their direction, causing him to pause his steps.
"HYAHH!" Zaol yelled as he waved around his spear, pushing enemies and creating a path for the rest of his family.
The man gurgled, bubbles escaped his mouth as he screamed. He tried to struggle outside, but Olga— now covered by Oslo's reinforced earth wall—decided to use her remaining mana to keep him there. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
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