Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Leela anxiously climbed the human pyramid to see what's going on behind the shield wall of Taurus family.

As she reached to the top, her vision moved onto the red streak of blood line across the velvet trap of Taurus family. When her eyes landed on falling dead bodies, a cold chill passed behind her back. With clenched fists, she moved her gaze towards the commotion.

After a brief pause, she saw the guy in Farus family uniform rushing towards the centre of the trap.

As Das entire being covered in blood from top to bottom, Leela failed to confirm his identity. Soon, a joy filled on her face.

"My sister can be saved. Thank God. Father, increase the assault. My sister is still alive. Break the Taurus army." Leela shouted loudly in an excited tone.

Meanwhile in the battle field…

The last hundred warriors of the Farus family, fighting valiantly to protect the shield dome where Princess Amara and four generals sought refuge.

They were weary, their strength waning as the relentless waves of Taurus soldiers pressed in, sensing victory within their grasp.

Each passing second, three to five soldiers of Farus army fell and spears of Taurus army soldiers slashed against the shield dome. The death is taunting the life of Amara.

Just as the Taurus soldiers believed the climax of their assault had arrived, a loud commotion erupted from the rear. Confusion spread through their ranks as they turned to see what was happening. Before anyone could comprehend the unfolding events, a figure soared through the air, landing atop the shield dome with a resounding thud.

Das, the blood-stained warrior, stood there, holding two gleaming blades. For a brief moment, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The hundred thousand Taurus soldiers, previously arrayed in perfect velvet formation, stared in awe and fear at the young man, his body drenched in blood red.

The remnants of the Farus family, huddled around the shield dome, felt the immense weight above them, but could only sense something was amiss through the unsettling silence.

Blood, a slimy, dark substance, dripped from Das's twin swords, pooling on the dome's surface. The Taurus soldiers hesitated, their steps faltering as they faced the blood-soaked warrior.

From the rear, the war general's voice cut through the silence, "What are you all staring at? Attack!"

Gritting their teeth, the soldiers in the first circle charged forward with battle cries. As Das stepped down from the dome in arc shift, a line of soldiers fell like dominoes.

With swift, deadly efficiency, he began his methodical sweep around the dome, cutting down the surrounding soldiers in their velvet formation. His movements were a blur, a deadly dance of steel and blood, as he circled the dome repeatedly. Not a single soldier could touch the shield dome.

Inside the shield dome, Princess Amara and her generals felt the change in the battle cry and tempo. No longer were there incessant strikes against their protective barrier.

Hesitatingly, they opened a small section of the dome to peek outside, and the sight that greeted them almost stopped their hearts.

Bodies of Taurus soldiers littered the ground like fallen leaves, and a lone figure, Das, moved with inhuman speed and precision, slicing through enemies as if they were nothing but air.

Realization dawned slowly upon them, a single man was responsible for this massacre. The Taurus soldiers, already shaken by the unexpected onslaught, faced another horror.

A volley of arrows darkened the sky, aimed at the shield dome and Das. But Das didn't flinch. With a blur of motion, he sliced through the rain of arrows, deflecting them with such speed that the falling shafts turned back on the archers, causing chaos in their ranks.

The arrow took more lives of their own soldiers. Not a single warrior of Farus family died Since Das's arrival.

Soldiers fell, more to the deflected arrows than to their own enemy's strikes. Seeing this miraculous massacre, Princess Amara felt a surge of determination.

She could not stand by while her savior fought alone. Grabbing a sword from a fallen comrade, she stepped out of the dome and joined the fray. The remaining soldiers followed her.

Together, they pressed the attack from rear side, their spirits lifted by the sight of the unstoppable force who is leading the attack. The battlefield was a storm of clashing steel, shouts of defiance, and cries of agony.

Das fought like a demon incarnate. His blades whirled and danced, leaving trails of blood in the air. Soldiers of the Taurus family fell in droves, unable to withstand the combined fury of the warrior and the princess.

The tide of battle turned decisively. The once confident Taurus soldiers now retreated in panic, their formation shattered by the relentless assault. The war general, witnessing the collapse of his forces, bellowed orders to regroup, but it was too late.

Das, Amara, and the remaining Farus soldiers pushed forward, cutting through the enemy ranks with unrelenting ferocity.

With the battlefield gaining momentum, Das pressed forward, cutting a gap through the velvet formation of Taurus soldiers.

Like an arrowhead, he led the charge, each movement precise and lethal. Behind him, Princess Amara and the remaining Farus soldiers followed suit. The clash of steel against steel, the grunts of effort, and the cries of the wounded filled the air, creating a symphony of chaos and courage.

Das moved with fluid grace, his twin blades slicing through the enemy ranks with unstoppable force.

In middest of all this, no one saw, Das using cosmic energy and manipulating few warriors randomly and using them against their own army.

He was a whirlwind of destruction, every swing of his swords, sent groups of warriors to heaven. The Taurus family soldiers, despite their superior numbers, fell before him like wheat before the scythe.

The Taurus family patriarch, Ryon, and the Aries family patriarch, Thomas, watched in mounting frustration. They ordered more and more soldiers into the fray, desperate to stem the tide.

But their efforts were in vain. Every wave of attackers was met with the same devastating response. Deploying archers proved to be disastrous; Das deflected their arrows with effortless precision, sending the deadly projectiles back into the ranks of the enemy, causing further chaos and destruction.

High above the battlefield, Leela stood atop a human pyramid, her eyes wide with excitement. She watched Das with growing admiration, her heart pounding in her chest. Seeing her sister Amara closely following behind him only heightened her joy.

"Tung… Kacha…"

Suddenly, the silver sword gifted by General harries broke in half. A sudden halt occurred as enemies stared at this scene with hope.