Vivak felt his heart beating out of his chest when he looked at this young man. He had listened to his daughter, and yet he had still almost suffered such a terrible loss. No, was he even out of the woods yet?
The playfulness on the Blood Clone's expression vanished, and for the first time, Vivak saw what he was looking for. He wanted to see Leonel's true face, and he had finally been granted his wish.
"Capture him!" Vivak barked out an order. But in response, Leonel just sneered.
"What's the point of that? Plus, have you forgotten that I still hold some cards here?" n/(o-)v-(E)-l.(b(.1-.n
"Stop!" Liana called out. "Brother, if he triggers an explosion, all of our hard work will go up in smoke."
Vivak grit his teeth.
The Blood Clone didn't seem to be surprised by this result. This was a stalemate. The difference was that there was a slight imbalance. His main body had already escaped the main compound. The trouble was that the formation had gone up now, trapping him inside Godlen territory.
But this wasn't the only issue he was facing.
Soon, the distance between him and this Blood Clone would be so far that he wouldn't be able to control its every action. Once that happened, he would not only lose control over this situation, but his threat would become empty.
Before he could even decide what to do about this, though, Anselma spoke again.
"This Blood Clone still has intelligence, he must still be within a few kilometers. Your Godlen family territory spans hundreds of kilometers, he's still close."
Everything went up in flames, and as the person closest to the explosion, the Blood Clone, the weakest of them all, formed by mere Third Dimensional blood, was shredded to pieces.
What blood were they going to use to track him, exactly?
...
'Dammit,' the real Leonel cursed under his breath. He had indeed been only a few kilometers away. Though, since then he had exploded with speed.
It was much easier to rush through an open city than a compound. He could cover several kilometers quite quickly and he was already dozens away. The problem was that as fast as he was, the Ninth Dimensional existences would be even faster, and he also didn't have a method of dealing with the huge fort he was suddenly trapped in the middle of.
In addition, although he had painted the illusion that he had already dealt with the blood problem, he had left blood in too many places not knowing that this would be a problem. He could only hope that the explosion was enough to deal with all the blood he had left in the morgue.
The problem was that Liana had been too diligent. She had carefully stored everything, and they were in containers much more robust than his Third Dimensional body. So long as a drop survived, he would be in trouble.
There was only one silver lining to this.
According to Aina, the smaller the amount of blood, the shorter the distance he could be tracked from. In addition, his weakness was also a benefit.
If he was in the Ninth Dimension, his Blood Force would have far more power and even a drop could allow him to be tracked a great distance. But because he was in the Third Dimension, he had lucked out... somewhat.
Although his body was in the Third Dimension, his Vital Star Force was exceptional. It was just a good thing that his Blood Clone didn't have full access to this and as such, its Blood Force was far weaker than his own.
"Anything, Anastasia?" Leonel asked.
"There's only really two ways of dealing with this. Either going to the core of the formation or an important root of it, and destroying it. Or finding a flaw to slip through. Both aren't exactly easy...."