Bab 47: Demon commander

Aru swept through the demon horde like a tornado. At some point, he became entirely covered in dark red blood. He had to tear and throw away the clothes that were drenched in blood and were weighing him down.

Now, he was only wearing shorts while running through the battlefield swinging his dagger.

He looked like a madman at a glance.

Those who witnessed his tiny form had it imprinted in their minds forever. The things Aru was doing were beyond shocking. There was no way they were going to forget it.

At the same time, they began to revere the figure of Aru.

Few even chanted his name to show support.

The courage and strength Aru had displayed captured every warrior's heart.

Meanwhile, 

'251' Aru counted in his mind.

It was the number of demons he had slain after thirty minutes of entering the battlefield.

'Still slow.'

'I need to kill more.'