Bab 364: Voices

*Riiip*

The scorpion king stood on the gargoyles back, ripping off one of its stony wings with his bare hands. The gargoyle was trying its best to fight back but there was no competition to speak off. It was afraid of going into the battle so the result was already determined.

Ensis's hand that was placed over the black sword's handle shook every now and then, and with every shake, a pirate would die, sometimes several. No one could see how he attacked, let alone avoid it. He casually walked through the battlefield taking lives one after another without the slightest change in expression.

Monk towered over even the biggest beastman, instilling fear into their very hearts from just a single look. His right hands (Plural, since he has two arms on each side) gripped a spear of at least 5 meters of length, and in his left was a sickle with which he hooked any unsuspecting victims, tearing them in half with brute strength.