Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 94

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 94】

Chapter 94: War (2)

“This can’t be real….”
Nelson Goncalves muttered in a dazed voice.
The Goncalves Family possessed the largest military force within the Cartel. Recently, with the Godfather’s support, it had grown even more formidable.
It wasn’t merely a matter of scale. The quality had skyrocketed dramatically.
Through weapons dealers scattered across the globe, they smuggled military equipment from various nations.
Items too difficult to import whole were smuggled in component form and assembled separately.
The Goncalves Family’s military force, built this way, was powerful enough to rival the armed forces of any respectable nation.
“It’s… all destroyed… everything’s destroyed!”
That entire military was now being annihilated.
The state-of-the-art tanks painstakingly airlifted from America had all become grotesque wrecks.
The armed helicopters that had blanketed the sky had all crashed.
Soldiers equipped with various weaponry scattered in all directions.

“This… shouldn’t be possible…!”
“What shouldn’t be possible?”
A young man spoke with a smirk. He stood atop an overturned tank, looking down at Nelson Goncalves.
“Isn’t it common sense that modern weapons can’t do anything against Hunters?”
That was true.
Since Hunters emerged, the position of modern weaponry had plummeted.
Transcendent physical abilities, Skills capable of unleashing various supernatural powers, artifacts that defied all logic.
Even a first-rate Hunter alone could destroy tanks or kill hundreds of soldiers.
“Common sense? You’re the one who doesn’t know real common sense! How could a single person… just one person do this…!”
But even that had its limits.
Hunters were still human, so they grew tired. They inevitably showed openings.
The young man had faced an army with the entire Cartel’s resources concentrated. Its scale was beyond imagination.
Hundreds of tanks and thousands of soldiers. Plus various aerial weapons striking from above.
Yet the young man had demolished every single one of them.
In the blink of an eye.
“Your side might feel a bit wronged, I suppose.”
The young man nodded.
“The Pablo Family brought this upon themselves. You all are just… dying as an example.”
An example?
The strongest military force in South America.
The Goncalves Family—an example to be made of?
“How dare you…!”
The young man swung his blade. Despite the distance between them, Nelson Goncalves’s neck was severed.
That was when it happened.
A shell came flying in an instant and engulfed the young man. The explosion obliterated everything around him.
It wasn’t just one shot. Bombardment followed in rapid succession. The violent blasts continued to pound the earth.
“What? There’s still more left?”
Yet the young man’s clothes weren’t even singed.
“Shall I go finish the cleanup?”
The young man rushed toward where the shells had come from.
Moments later, another explosion erupted.

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“Pathetic.”
A man in a black suit adjusted his wrist as he spoke.
Beneath his feet, a middle-aged man trembled violently.
“Hic, hieek! Hiiiiek!”
The middle-aged man screamed incessantly. A little more provocation and foam would surely spill from his mouth.
Had anyone who knew this man seen him now, they would have doubted their own eyes.
This man’s name was Ronald Mora.
The boss of the Mora Family, one of the pillars of the South American Cartel Alliance.
“Who, who are you! Who exactly are you!”
A man in such a position of power was now trembling like a frightened child.
It was unavoidable.
Just minutes ago, this man had slaughtered all of the Mora Family’s Hunters.
“I came from Heukcheon.”
Despite committing such atrocities, the man showed little emotion.
“Why, why from Heukcheon? What is the reason!”
“Don’t ask.”
The man spoke dismissively.
“Don’t be curious. Don’t wonder about the reasons. You and your kind are merely weeds to be trampled.”
Despair washed over Ronald Mora’s face.
Weeds? Weeds?
In this man’s eyes, the Mora Family’s Hunters were nothing but insignificant vermin.
“This, this can’t be… No matter how strong Heukcheon is… there’s no way… the gap could be this severe!”
The Mora Family was the first to pledge loyalty to the Godfather.
In return, the Godfather entrusted them with the most important project.
Hunter cultivation.
They would nurture powerful Hunters using all the resources of the Cartel Alliance and every Dungeon that appeared in South America.
That was the mission given to Ronald Mora.
Ronald Mora had staked everything on this project.
He had scouted talented individuals from across South America.
He had created training programs by referencing Guilds from nations worldwide.
He had appropriately distributed the artifacts and skills obtainable from Dungeons.
“How could I… how could I have raised those children like this! This can’t be happening!”
Ronald Mora was certain of one thing.
The Hunters he had cultivated would not fall short even when compared to world-class Guilds.
Yet, as if to mock his convictions, every single Hunter of the Mora Family had been slaughtered in an instant.
By none other than a single man.
“Don’t delude yourself.”
For the first time, emotion seeped into the man’s voice.
“I’ve seen plenty of fools harboring such hollow delusions as you, but I can’t help finding it repulsive every time.”
“Hollow… delusions?”
“The notion that you could catch up to Heukcheon simply because you wield power, because you’ve secured numerous Dungeons, because you can command people. What else would you call that if not a hollow delusion?”
The man spoke with contempt dripping from every word.
“Do you know what separates someone like you from Heukcheon?”
Ronald Mora unconsciously shook his head. How could he possibly know such a thing?
“History.”
A tedious word spilled from the man’s lips.
“Do you truly believe the Kwon Family holds its position merely because it possesses a bloodline?”
The Black Dragon Bloodline certainly wielded tremendous influence.
Yet the current Heukcheon possessed power far too formidable to be explained by bloodline alone.
“Over more than a century, Heukcheon has clawed its way to strength.”
It had battled powerful monsters capable of toppling nations.
It had challenged Dungeons so perilous that they demanded the ultimate sacrifice.
All for the sake of rewards. To use those rewards to forge the Group ever stronger.
Thus had a hundred years been spent.
“Consider how much blood was spilled to elevate their own power.”
They had deliberated on methods to discern true talent.
They had exhausted themselves seeking ways to cultivate talent to its fullest potential.
They had conducted endless research to bestow skills and artifacts befitting that talent.
Thus had a hundred years been spent.
“Do you truly believe you upstart rabble could catch up to that span of time?”
The man raised his hand. Aura converged at his fingertips.
Ronald Mora’s body hardened like stone as he sensed the approach of death.
It was then.
“Boss!”
New figures emerged from the distance. The Mora Family Hunters who had been away had returned.
“You bastard! You dare attack the Mora Family?”
“I’ll flay the skin from your bones and hang you with it!”
The Hunters rushed forward, venting their rage.
Every conceivable aura and skill crashed down upon the man. Lava engulfed the ground, frigid air crystallized into glaciers, and blade winds tore through everything.
“Pathetic.”
Yet none of their attacks pierced the mana barrier surrounding him.
“Time to die.”
Light spheres materialized around the man. With a flick of his fingers, they pierced through the Hunters’ bodies.

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“Still, don’t feel too wronged about it.”
Pedro Blatt trembled, trapped within the rubble of a building.
It was an unseemly sight unbecoming of the Blatt Family boss, but there was nothing he could do.
Because of the woman before him.
“Our Black Sharp Squad is still the finest in Heukcheon, after all. Isn’t it better for your pride to lose to the best rather than to some nobodies?”
The woman wielded a colossal axe larger than her own body.
With each swing of that axe, the city’s buildings crumbled one by one.
It took less than thirty minutes for the city the Blatt Family had been protecting to become a complete wasteland.
“No, we’re not the best. Kwon Myung-woo’s Heukcheon Team is officially the strongest, and then there’s Vice Chairman Kwon Hyuk’s team, and Kwon Chan-seong, and….”
The woman counted off on her fingers as she spoke.
“In any case, our Black Sharp Squad still ranks among the elite within the Heukcheon Group. So there’s no need to feel too ashamed.”
The woman smiled brightly as she spoke. Pedro Blatt, conversely, felt like weeping.
“Hm? More coming?”
The woman gazed toward the horizon. An army and Hunters were rushing forward, kicking up clouds of dust.
The woman gripped the massive axe with both hands. Tremendous mana was instantly absorbed into the weapon.
“Hraah!”
The woman hurled the axe with all her might. It flew toward the enemy forces.
Immediately after, explosions erupted across the horizon in succession.
The army and Hunters charging forward were swept up and vanished entirely.
The axe returned like a boomerang. The woman stretched her hand high into the sky and caught it.
“Which city was next.”
The woman checked her smartphone as she spoke.

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-So far, the Goncalves Family, Mora Family, Blatt Family have been annihilated… and we just received reports that the Andus Family has fallen as well!
As Jose Dil Pablo listened to the reports, he felt detached from reality.
-The Matos Family and Santoru Family have also been hit! All the core branches have been completely destroyed….
The Alliance, which had seemed so solid, was crumbling like a sandcastle.
I couldn’t regain any sense of reality.
“What about the Godfather…?”
-He fled to the sea as soon as the reports came in!
Jose Dil Pablo exhaled in relief.
In a situation like this, the Godfather’s safety had to be the top priority above all else.
The Godfather is the king of the Cartel. As long as he’s safe, losing the Alliance isn’t truly a loss.
Jose Dil Pablo slapped his own cheek. This wasn’t the time to lose focus.
“Just hold on a little longer. I’m coming.”
Jose Dil Pablo’s voice carried absolute confidence.
What did it matter if I annihilated an entire army or slaughtered all the Hunters in one fell swoop?
That much was well within my capabilities.
“I’ll go and settle everything!”
It was just as Jose Dil Pablo boldly shouted and began to move.
Someone grabbed his ankle.
When I looked down, GG was staring up at me.
“…U, uu….”
The wounds were so severe that he couldn’t speak properly.
Yet even in that state, GG tightened his grip on Jose Dil Pablo’s ankle, glaring at him with pure hatred.
“Ha.”
Jose Dil Pablo couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
“I was going to keep you alive because you still had some use. Have you lost your mind?”
Jose Dil Pablo kicked GG’s head. Even so, GG’s body lurched violently.
Yet he didn’t let go.
“This bastard keeps annoying me. Let go of that hand!”
Jose Dil Pablo kicked GG’s head several more times.
His lips split open, his teeth shattered, but GG still refused to release his grip.
“Ha, you disgusting bastard. You resent me that much? But that situation arose entirely because you were stupid!”
Jose Dil Pablo continued kicking as he shouted.
“Who exposed the location of the Garcian Family bloodline that was hiding on the Island? You! Because you, the fool who snuck out of the Island out of curiosity about the outside world!”
The founder of the Garcian Family was a great warrior.
But paradoxically, he despised conflict. He desired a quiet life.
Yet the world couldn’t possibly leave him alone once he obtained the Huansu Bloodline.
So the founder chose to hide on an Island with his followers.
That was the beginning of the Garcian Family.
“Even when you were captured by me, you should have kept your mouth shut. But what did you do? You begged for your life and revealed the Island’s location to me.”
The people who first settled on the Island all wanted to live lives free from conflict. That’s why there were no problems.
However, their descendants were different. They were curious about the world beyond the Island and wanted to leave.
GG.
Gael Garsian was one of them.
In the end, despite the elders’ objections, he used the Returning Blood technique to escape the Island.
And that’s when he met Jose Dil Pablo.
“But why should I bear all the blame! You’re the root cause of everything!”
Gael Garsian finally released Jose Dil Pablo’s hand. His body flew far away.
“Stubborn bastard.”
Jose Dil Pablo approached Gael Garsian while gripping the stone blade.
Gael Garsian could only stare at him with swollen, puffy eyes.

“I’m done with you. Just die here.”
Jose Dil Pablo raised the stone blade.
Then, a call came through.
Jose Dil Pablo answered the smartphone with a deep frown.
“Hey, you bastard! I’m coming soon! So shut up and wait….”
-Ah, so the call actually goes through.
A familiar voice came through. Jose Dil Pablo’s expression darkened.
“Who the hell are you? What did you do to my men?”
-I happened to pass by, so I lent them a hand. But you’re at the Coastal Village right now, aren’t you?
Jose Dil Pablo finally recalled who owned this voice.
“You can’t be…!”
-I’ll be there soon, so wait quietly.
Soon?
Before Jose Dil Pablo could respond, the call ended.
Immediately after, intense magical energy erupted from the sky.
“…What?”
The magical energy burst not once, but repeatedly. With each burst, he felt something rapidly approaching.
Then, a black silhouette appeared in the distance.
As if it were wrapped in darkness itself….
“What the hell is that!”
What had been merely a speck at first rapidly grew larger. And it crashed down where Jose Dil Pablo stood.
The impact sent all the building debris flying.
Someone rose to their feet on the now-cleared ground.
“Jose Dil Pablo.”
Kwon Han-ul spoke while straightening his clothes.
“I’ve come to take your life.”

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