Chapter 12 Sacred Blood Gear

"How is this Sacred Blood Alien so powerful?" Standing atop a hill near Sunset Point, he observed the chaos unfolding before him, deep in thought.

Amidst the frenzied crowd, the elusive Sacred Blood Alien had finally revealed itself—an entity that had become the center of attention, much like a viral sensation. But this creature was unlike any alien he had encountered before.

The Sacred Blood Alien had the head of a bull, a humanoid torso, and the lower body of a horse. Wielding a gleaming double-edged golden axe, it charged through the masses with unstoppable force. Fear paralyzed those in its path; no one dared to stand against it, let alone attempt to strike it down.

Even the formidable Grandmaster, known for his unmatched strength, hesitated. Instead of attacking with his crimson sword, he retreated slightly, riding his three-legged beast, Devil's Soul, as if reevaluating his strategy.

The Sacred Blood Alien swung its double-edged golden axe, slashing through the Grandmaster's mount in a single, devastating blow.

Watching the scene unfold, he could hardly believe his eyes. The situation was far worse than he had anticipated. He had faced many aliens on Titan, but this one was unlike anything he had ever encountered—far deadlier than the rest.

If even the Grandmaster couldn't stand against it, then how could he? He wasn't nearly as strong. Just the thought of facing this monstrous being sent a chill down his spine.

The Sacred Blood Alien tore through the battlefield, slaughtering hundreds as it rampaged forward. No one could stop it. Even the three powerhouses—Grandmaster, Avani Shergill, and Bheem—hesitated to engage it head-on.

Despite being struck by an arsenal of weapons, the alien's body remained unscathed—not even a scratch. And whenever it swung its golden axe, the sheer force kept everyone at bay, making it impossible to get close.

Watching the terrifying spectacle, he thought, "This is way worse than I imagined. The Sacred Blood Turtle I killed before was nothing compared to this—like an ant before an elephant. This won't be easy at all."

Until now, everyone had believed that Grandmaster, Avani, and Bheem would be able to capture the Sacred Blood Alien together. But after witnessing the brutal destruction of the Grandmaster's mount, their hopes had begun to shatter.

While despair spread among the crowd, the Sacred Blood Alien continued its rampage, cutting down people with its double-edged golden axe as it raced toward the mountain. Leaving behind a gruesome trail of blood and severed limbs, it reached the mountain's base within seconds. Rising onto its hind legs, it let out a furious, bull-like roar that echoed through the battlefield.

Seeing the creature move toward the mountain's interior, Grandmaster's eyes widened. "Shit! It's trying to escape!"

Already enraged after witnessing the destruction of his beloved mount, Grandmaster made up his mind—no matter what, he would kill this Sacred Blood Alien.

Without hesitation, he summoned the Devil's Soul of the Green Hawk, which instantly transformed into a gleaming green iron bow in his hands. Then, calling forth the Devil's Soul of the Six-Winged Wasp, the soul materialized into an arrow, shimmering with deadly energy.

The sight of Grandmaster wielding the Six-Winged Wasp's Sacred Blood Devil's Soul left Avani and Bheem utterly stunned. They had hunted this Sacred Blood Alien together, but it was Grandmaster who had landed the final blow. Still, neither of them had expected him to be lucky enough to claim the creature's Devil's Soul as his own.

Vyom wanted to stop the Grandmaster. He warned, "Grandmaster, wait! This Devil's Soul can only be used once. If you fail to kill the alien—"

But it was already too late. Before Vyom could even finish his sentence, the Grandmaster had already fired the Sacred Blood Devil's Soul arrow at the alien.

Sensing danger from behind, the Sacred Blood Alien turned around—just in time to see the arrow transform into a crimson bolt of lightning that struck directly at its chest.

It all happened so fast that the alien barely had time to react. Before it could comprehend what was happening, the Sacred Blood Devil's Soul arrow had already done its damage, leaving the creature half-dead as it collapsed onto the ground.

With a triumphant roar, the Grandmaster declared, "Did you really think you could kill my mount and walk away alive? Your death was written by my hands!"

Everyone present stared at the Grandmaster in astonishment.

When the Sacred Blood Alien had destroyed his mount, all hope had seemed lost. No one had imagined that the Grandmaster would make such a dramatic comeback. To them, he now seemed like an unstoppable force—a warrior who had single-handedly brought down one of the most dangerous and powerful aliens. Even Avani Shergill and Bheem couldn't help but be impressed.

Seeing everyone impressed—especially Avani—the Grandmaster's happiness knew no bounds. If it were up to him, he might have even danced like a hero in a Bollywood movie. After all, he had worked hard to win Avani's admiration. For a moment, he began to imagine himself as Shah Rukh Khan and Avani as Kajol, lost in his own cinematic fantasy.

But before he could fully enjoy his Shah Rukh Khan moment, his eyes suddenly caught something in the sky. A mysterious green shadow was descending rapidly, heading straight for the half-dead Sacred Blood Alien.

The alien, already on the verge of death, had no chance to react. The moment the green shadow struck, its life was completely extinguished.

But the surprises for the Grandmaster weren't over yet.

Just as he was trying to process what had happened, his eyes landed on a golden figure sprinting down from a nearby hill. In the blink of an eye, the mysterious figure reached the lifeless body of the Sacred Blood Alien. And before the Grandmaster could react, the unknown warrior snatched the alien's double-edged golden axe and dashed away with the same lightning speed.

"Dollar!!"

Standing next to Avani, Jay instantly recognized the figure in the golden armor. The name escaped his lips before he could stop himself.

Only after seeing everyone's stunned expressions did he realize how loudly he had spoken. But what could he do now? The name had already slipped out before he had the chance to think.

Meanwhile, gripping the Sacred Blood Alien's golden axe tightly, the golden warrior dashed toward the depths of the mountains. After running for a while and putting some distance between himself and the others, he finally stopped to catch his breath.

The very same double-edged golden axe that the Sacred Blood Alien had swung around effortlessly, mowing down anyone in its path, now felt incredibly heavy in his hands. After sprinting with it for some time, exhaustion started creeping in. That's why, before moving forward, he decided to take a brief rest.

But luck had truly favored him today. He hadn't just stolen the Sacred Blood Alien's weapon right under the Grandmaster's nose—he had also managed to obtain the alien's devil's soul.

Yes, you heard that right.

Not only had he snatched the deadly axe, but he had also claimed the Sacred Blood Alien's soul for himself.

But it hadn't been easy.

And to be honest, even he hadn't expected this to happen.