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Capítulo 177: CHAPTER 176

Let's bring out what we've learned and practiced.

As soon as he made up his mind and moved, his body moved on its own.

He could see everything and respond to it.

The countless days of training in the Isolation Technique provided the strength to support me.

'It's working.'

His body moved as he intended. He adhered to a single sword technique.

The Northern-Style Heavy Sword Technique.

Based on the fundamental principles divided into 'steady', 'heavy', and 'quick', it combined five basic forms developed throughout the continent.

For example, Mitch Hurrier used a sword technique that combined 'steady' and 'heavy', with a touch of 'quick'.

Ragna emphasized 'heavy' and added a hint of 'quick' in his swordsmanship.

This was the Northern-Style Heavy Sword Technique.

Of course, what he learned was only the basics. It was a simple technique, but it was enough.

Using the technique he honed as a foundation.

'I can see it.'

He could hear the enemy's attack forms with his eyes and see them with his ears. As his senses intertwined, he opened the Gate of Sixth Sense, allowing him to see everything. He classified and distinguished the order of the incoming blades. He could perceive each and every one of them.

The speed at which he felt and reacted was truly lightning-fast.

'Left from here.'

Naturally, he had the luxury of thought.

Encrid was faster than the monsters and beasts surrounding him, saw them beforehand, and his body followed suit.

He moved more. He advanced a step faster than his opponents and swung his sword one more time.

'Strength.'

The Heart of Great Strength damages the body if the activation time is too long. So, it should be brief and momentary.

Not only had he honed the Sense of Evasion during today's repeated practice.

In the process of evading again and again, he naturally obtained this through training and practice.

As his heart pounded, strength filled his muscles.

'Three times? No, I can swing four times.'

With one heartbeat, he could deliver four powerful strikes.

Slash!

All were cuts where he felt no resistance in his hands.

It was a precise slash that split the heads of four knolls, exactly dividing their crowns in half.

His body moved as he wished.

The sword advanced as he desired.

The coordination of his body doubled all his reflex speeds, and as he unraveled everything he had learned,Encrid thought of Rem at that moment. How could he run through the middle of the battlefield unscathed?

How could such a feat be possible?

With such skill, it was possible, for someone like him now.

Cutting and cutting again, splitting and dividing.

Walking through the time he had seized and taken.

'Ah.'

He also recalled the junior Knight he had seen then. How could he, alone, charge forward and demonstrate such power?

They say you need 'Will'. They said it was something distant for Encrid.

But does that mean it's a reason to give up?

Not a chance.

With busy days filled with doing his best in what he could do now, there was no time for despair.

Encrid did just that.

He did everything he could. Using his body, trained with the Heart of Great Strength and the Isolation Technique, he imitated the charging technique of the junior Knight.

After rampaging like that, when his limbs started to tremble and a dull pain arose in his intestines, he suddenly retreated.

"Ahhh!"

Behind him, Luagarne let out a strange sound.

Encrid felt his entire body's energy drain away.

When he asked for help, Luagarne wrapped a whip around his wrist and pulled him in. Encrid collapsed into Luagarne's arms and fainted.

It was only natural since he showed strength similar to that of a junior Knight, even without Will.

However, those who watched him.

Those who climbed the fortress walls.

Luagarne, Finn, Krais, and Esther.

Their chests were filled with an inexplicable fire, their skin with goosebumps, and their whole bodies with tremors.

'How can any human do that?'

It was a moment when, despite not being a bard, one wanted to compose a song.

"Damn, we should name this wall after him."

A wall construction craftsman, who had hit his head while carrying stones and had a scab, said.

"Just name it Encrid's Wall, without the 'madman' part."

"Damn it, why am I crying?"

Some of the vigilantes were shedding tears.

All of them, rather than feeling joy for their survival, were deeply moved by the sight of the man standing and fighting in front of them, for reasons they couldn't fully understand.

The word 'impressive' is often used to describe something that leaves a mark on the heart. Something that engraves itself as a feeling or emotion.

At this moment, Encrid was etched into their hearts.

"Ahhhhh!"

Amidst the cheers and shouts.

Even as the knolls had not fully retreated, they shouted:

"Encrid!"

They chanted someone's name, shot arrows, and threw stones.

Finally, the monsters retreated a step.

"Is he okay?"

Having seen him collapse, they all asked in unison. They hoped he wasn't hurt, that his body wasn't damaged, that he would come out fine and walk, and that they could see his smiling face.

They all felt the same.

They wanted to cheer for him. They wanted to give anything for him.

That was their sentiment.

Their expectations were fulfilled.

"Is he gone?"

Encrid stood up and walked, asking.

Deutsche Pullman descended from the barrier. After looking at the glaive in his hand a few times, as if he didn't like it, he tossed it aside.

His subordinates would have been quite surprised to see this, as he valued his weapons like his life, typical of a mercenary.

Kneeling down, Deutsche lowered his head and spoke.

"Thank you."

In those few words, the man's gratitude was fully conveyed.

"...It's probably not over yet."

Encrid received the words calmly, without any particular smile. Deutsche neither sought his smile, gratitude, nor praise.

He merely expressed respect to the man who had stirred him.

Seeing this, everyone else kneeled, whether they were on the wall or on the ground.

Encrid only shrugged his shoulders.

Those who had watched him for a long time knew that he was quite content with the situation.

After the battle, the kneeling, and the glory had passed, Encrid washed himself and returned to his hut to check his body.

He had indeed pushed himself.

His muscles were sore, and his heart felt a slight pressure.

'At this level...'

He had regulated himself. He would recover in a day. It was enough.

Should he thank Audin anew?

"The Isolation Technique is also a method that creates a 'regenerative body'. The term 'regenerative body' comes from the Far East or the far North, referring to a body that recovers even if it breaks. This technique doesn't just end with restructuring the frame."

Audin had repeatedly emphasized that the Isolation Technique was ultimately about creating a foundation for the body to heal.

He was reaping the benefits of it.

'It's okay.'

He clenched and unclenched his hands, assessing his condition. The soreness slowly faded between his trembling muscles.

"Well, uh, that was surprising."

Krais said beside Encrid.

Everyone was watching him. It wasn't like he fainted for half a day after what he did, he had merely closed his eyes for a moment and then got up and walked as if nothing happened.

"I'm newly impressed."

Finn said.

Esther just gazed at him steadily. Those eyes conveyed an uncertain meaning.

Luagarne spoke matter-of-factly.

"When this is over, I will leave."

She said it was time to return. She was bound by a promise as a Frog and wasn't entirely free.

Encrid told her to do so.

"Don't raise your speech with me. Don't use honorifics."

Then he added words filled with insistence. Encrid nodded.

He was busy preparing for tomorrow.

He had used up all his whistling knives.

If their opponent, the cultist, wasn't a fool, they wouldn't withdraw so easily.

Seeing them retreat today, they'd come back again. They likely pulled back quickly to preserve their forces.

'The ladders can be remade.'

Seeing him push himself, they might try another attack.

'Should I bait them?'

Now that he had shown what he could do, he felt confident.

"We need to catch the cultist, right?"

He asked Luagarne. It was clear that leaving now would be problematic.

"Of course."

Good, it seemed feasible.

Krais approached and whispered,

"I think they'll come again tomorrow."

Krais was a sharp guy with a quick mind. He was perceptive too.

"I'm thinking of baiting them."

"Ah, that sounds good."

With just a few words, Krais quickly came up with a strategy that seemed likely to work. No, it seemed like it would definitely work. Krais had a knack for instantly grasping the enemy's intentions and moving in a particular direction.

They took a full day of rest. No one disturbed Encrid.

They couldn't relax entirely, as some of the retreating monsters were still within range.

The only difference from the previous day was that there was a surge of morale.

"Are we going to let those monsters take our village?"

Something Encrid had done ignited a fire in everyone's hearts.

Before that fire could die down, the morning sun rose.

The monsters brought makeshift ladders again.

This time, they had prepared hooks tied to the ends of ropes.

It looked like something made by binding tree trunks together, there weren't many, but they seemed like they could be quite effective weapons.

"Bastards."

Deutsche ground his teeth.

Encrid opened the gate again.

And he repeated the actions of the previous day.

His body recovered, just as it was said to create a 'regenerative body'.

With the Isolation Technique supporting his body, he managed without issue.

They caused another uproar.

As the name 'Slaughterer of Monsters' began to spread, after a short but intense battle, Encrid coughed up blood.

"Ugh!"

It was a clear sign that he had overexerted himself for two days.

Beside him, Luagarne deliberately showed an opening and had her left arm cut off.

A knoll bit into the severed arm and lifted it.

Grrrr!

It seemed like a cry of victory.

Though the monsters and beasts retreated once more, Encrid was spitting blood, and Luagarne had lost her left arm.

On the third day, the monsters attacked again.

"Aren't they getting tired of this!"

As the shout from the mercenary atop the wall rang out, Encrid once again stepped outside the fortress.

Despite fighting and spitting blood, Encrid lasted for an even shorter time than the day before, before retreating. Dark shadows began to form under his eyes.

By now, the number of beasts had been halved.

This meant that nearly five hundred monsters had been cut down, slashed, or stabbed by Encrid's hand.

It was an incredible achievement in just three days.

Yet, Encrid eventually collapsed, his limbs hanging limp, and was carried back by the vigilantes.

The number of arrows flying at them had also decreased.

The wooden barricades held firm once more.

It seemed that they only needed to hold out for two or three more days.

The next day, with even darker circles under his eyes and a paler complexion, Encrid stepped forward again.

Though he seemed to be at the peak of exhaustion, he burned brightly like a candle, using his life force to light up his surroundings, and displayed ghost-like prowess once more.

"Ugh! Monster Slayer!"

The deep-voiced shout of a vigilante.

Inspired by him, twenty vigilantes ran out and engaged in close combat.

They fought in preparation for a retreat at the front of the barricade.

Thanks to their efforts, there were no fatalities.

It was still a close call, though. The barricades had taken more damage, and it seemed they would be at risk even without ladders.

That day, Encrid truly seemed like a monster slayer.

He reduced the number of beasts by a hundred, just like on the first day.

With fewer than three hundred remaining, there were no ghouls left, and the number of beasts had significantly decreased.

There were only about two hundred knolls and fewer than a hundred hyena beasts.

So, the fourth morning dawned.

* * *

The cultists thought they could wear them down to death.

Of course, seeing Encrid's exploits, they wanted to run away immediately.

'A Knight! At least a junior Knight!'

A Knight was an unbeatable force, so fleeing was the right move.

As they started to retreat, they noticed something lacking.

They were supposed to be inhuman.

Once, they almost died from an arrow thrown by a junior Knight from over fifty paces away.

The cultists knew their power well.

But this was the frontier.

What would a junior Knight be doing here?

There were no Knights here.

In the Kingdom, there were at most thirty Knights.

Among them, only one or two could be called Knights.

They were strategic weapons, capable of changing the course of battles.

The Knights' forces were usually composed of junior Knights, who could also change the course of battles.

In the continent's battlefields, elite small forces were crucial.

'But this is the frontier. Why would Knights come here?'

The Knights weren't idle.

So, the opponent wasn't a Knight or even a junior Knight.

He displayed incredible power, but retreated quickly.

He repeated similar actions the next day, fighting desperately like a sorcerer with a pawned soul, disregarding his own life.

'Can they withstand this?'

The cultists endured. After several days of harassment, the enemy began to spit blood.

Only a Frog with a severed arm and villagers battered by arrows and stones remained.

"Heh."

The cultist smiled in satisfaction. Now, they would lead the beast horde to devour, chew, and consume everything.

In doing so, they would fulfill the dream of unleashing monsters upon this land.

This was how they would proclaim the will of their God.

In the end, even if things escalated and Knights or others arrived to destroy them, they would have already gained plenty from this place.

"Let's go."

The cultist led the beasts.

On the fourth morning, it was the day of reckoning. Previously, they hadn't aggressively rushed all the way to the log barricades.

But now it was the endgame.

The cultist directed the beasts to batter the barricades. On top of the barricade, a panther could be seen. It must be somewhere nearby.

The panther had been by that madman's side all this time.

It was only natural. Repeated circumstances create fixed ideas.

'Come out, you scoundrel.'

As they pounded on the barricades, a voice came from behind.

"Krais was right."

"Indeed."

Startled, the cultist felt a chill down their spine. Turning quickly to look behind, they saw a man with dark circles under his eyes and a pale face, along with the Frog.

"You were hard to find." 

Said the pale-faced man, wiping under his eyes with a finger.

Something black smeared on his hand.

The man who should have been coughing up blood and lying around seemed strangely vibrant, with clear and healthy-looking skin. Was this just a trick of the eye?

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Capítulo 178: CHAPTER 177

"How was that friend's usual behavior?"

To get a good grasp on a person, it's best to ask around in various places. Krais did just that.

He started with Deutsche Pullman.

"He was very friendly, like a tongue in the mouth, and meticulous. He wouldn't start anything unless he was sure about it."

He was considered a valuable asset before becoming part of the cult. He got along well with everyone, never making enemies, and his meticulousness was his greatest strength.

"He was sneaky. Both in his actions and the methods he used."

This was the opinion of Luagarne.

'Sneaky and cautious, not acting without certainty.'

Even when gambling or making bets, he wouldn't step in unless he was sure.

"He was good at whatever he did, but, well, he tended to take a long time to prepare. The leader seemed to like that."

"His position in the battle formation? At the very back? Yes, always at the very back."

"Now that you mention it, that's true."

Krais compiled the opinions of his fellow vigilantes and formed an image in his mind.

In Krais's mind, the guy seemed like a petty goat. He had a rough sense of his habits as well.

'If we're talking about personality, he's like Jaxon.'

Jaxon could get things done, but he was meticulous and particular about various things.

They're similar, though the other guy was dumber. Much dumber.

Krais crafted a script, one to draw out the sneaky and timid fellow.

Specifically, it was a scenario designed to make him let his guard down.

"How about coughing up some blood? You can use this."

It was a pouch made from a pig's bladder, filled with goat's blood. It smelled bad, but you didn't have to keep it in your mouth—just let it drip out.

"A little injury would be good. It's Frog, so a bit of injury is fine, right?"

"Sure."

Luagarne was intense. She came in with an arm completely severed.

"This would be more effective. But are you okay with losing an arm?"

"I'm right-handed."

Was that an answer?

Maybe.

In any case, the opponent would see the severed arm and be sure of their victory, feeling relieved.

Even so, the morale of their own side didn't waver, thanks to Encrid.

There was something shown that day amidst the monsters and beasts.

It was truly impressive, even Krais shouted out.

This plan took everything into account.

'This should be enough.'

It would be good to steer the opponent's thoughts in one direction. You could call it a learning process.

'They don't seem that smart.'

People have habits.

Hiding in the back is a habit, a routine. Could they abandon it just like that?

'Not likely.'

Pinpointing the enemy's location was quite easy for Krais.

He planted a preconceived notion in the enemy's mind by keeping Esther close to Encrid.

Where the panther was, Encrid would be.

Thus, at dawn, before the enemy noticed, Encrid and Luagarne were sent out.

"Finn, put this on."

After dressing Finn in extra clothes, Krais placed him and Esther atop the barrier in a spot that could be called a gallery.

As the swarm of monsters and beasts, anticipating victory, charged in, Krais could clearly see where the enemy was hiding.

A place where he could stay hidden while watching his enemies.

He'd probably be hiding behind monster hides.

Reading the enemy's mind and using it to set traps was a simple and easy task.

At least for Krais, it was.

* * *

"Big Eyes is quite useful. It's not just about the face."

Luagarne remarked, and Encrid's jaw moved slightly up and down in agreement.

As predicted, they found the guy disguised in a hyena hide at the spot Krais mentioned.

Encrid wiped off the charcoal makeup mixed with water.

He also brushed off the powdery stone dust sprinkled on his face.

The gray dust dispersed from his hand. It was thick and uncomfortable.

"You bastards, you've tricked me!"

Ah, such a stereotypical response.

Every time, Encrid wanted to say a particular phrase. It was on the tip of his tongue.

"The one who's fooled is the idiot."

The world had become so harsh and cunning that such stereotypical reactions had become rare.

It was like a textbook conversation, something he hadn't experienced in a long time, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

"You scoundrels!"

The cultist was enraged, his eyes turning red.

Several knolls nearby reacted to the cultist's shout and rushed in.

Screech!

The cultist's hypnosis and illusion spells disrupted the monsters' minds. The knolls showed no fear.

If they had seen Encrid's sword in action, they should have fled, but instead, they charged fearlessly.

However, Encrid didn't need to step in.

Whoosh, bang! Bang! Crack!

Luagarne's whip lashed out. The metal piece at the end crushed a knoll's head.

One of them blocked with a thick wooden shield.

With a bang, part of the shield shattered, but the whip was blocked.

It was a mutated knoll. The creature behind the shield bared its fangs.

As several mutated knolls approached the cultist to shield him, Luagarne puffed up her cheeks.

"Do you think you'll get away twice?"

"You Frog, don't you value your heart? You didn't realize I wasn't prepared then?"

It had a very long tongue.

With that thought, Encrid's hand moved.

Whoosh.

A beam of light flew.

It wasn't a whistling dagger, so it was much slower, but it was thrown with the Heart of Great Strength. It was fast.

The dagger flew straight toward the cultist's forehead.

Just before it reached its target.

Thud!

A mutated knoll extended its left arm and blocked the dagger. The blade embedded itself into the thick hide of the knoll.

Without any change in expression, the knoll pulled the dagger out with its other hand and tossed it aside.

Black blood flowed freely, and though it furrowed its brow for a moment, it merely glared at Encrid.

'That reaction speed...'

Not bad. In fact, it was impressive.

The knoll's yellow eyes locked onto Encrid, and Encrid stared back.

* * *

The cultist, though cautious, was not a fool.

He realized that continuously controlling the monsters was a waste of his magical power. There was an easier way: appointing a leader among the colony.

The previous leader had been a berserker wielding poisoned daggers, but this time, it was the largest of the mutated knolls.

With the addition of a spell, it seemed as if a dark aura emanated from the new leader's shoulders.

"It's a cultist's trick." 

Luagarne said, implying they should be cautious.

Encrid drew his sword, gripping it with both hands and holding it upright as he faced the enemy.

He kept both the dark aura and the cultist in his line of sight.

'How will this turn out?'

At some point, Encrid had started to gauge his opponents by comparing them to Rem.

'Are they like Rem?'

Or perhaps,

'Are they tougher than Rem?'

Or,

'Is this better than facing Rem?'

In conclusion,

'Not a chance.'

Comparing them to Rem seemed almost insulting to that brute.

So,

"Cover the rear."

He said, then charged forward.

The cultist was confident. He trusted his summoning skills.

He believed in the leader knoll as it charged, thinking that no matter how skilled the opponent was, the unexpected element, the newly appointed leader, was a wildcard in his favor.

Thus, the opponent standing before him now was another variable.

An unforeseen asset.

Meanwhile, Frog was rushing toward him.

The cultist wanted to employ a strategy that guaranteed victory.

He assessed that the one with the drawn sword was far more dangerous than Frog, who had only one arm remaining.

'Give me you flesh.'

Bones.

The cultist did just that.

A black, lump-like substance dropped from his right fingertips. It was darker and denser than a shadow, exuding an ominous aura.

"Warrior's Arm."

As the cultist murmured, the lump quickly took shape.

It was a bizarre form—thin legs, one thick arm, and a headless human shape. The thick right arm wielded a blunt, sword-like object.

Meanwhile, Luagarne swiftly approached, swinging her whip. It whistled through the air, aiming to crush the cultist's head.

"Block it!"

The cultist shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

Thud!

A mutated knoll blocked the whip with its body.

Luagarne flicked her wrist, and the whip coiled and twisted, like a living snake, over the dead knoll's body, aiming again for the cultist's head.

As the cultist twisted his body, the whip wrapped around his left arm, snapping the bones.

"Damn frog!"

Instead of screaming, the cultist bit his tongue, a thick stream of blood trickling down his mouth.

As the blood was offered as a price, the cultist murmured, and the left arm, caught by the whip, fell off, melting into a dark liquid.

"You, Dog of Hualin!"

The cultist shouted.

The black liquid that had been his left arm transformed into a four-legged beast, larger than an average dog.

The cultist felt his insides twist from summoning multiple creatures in quick succession. His stomach churned, and his vision spun.

Additionally, the loss of his left arm caused blood to pour out.

'Damn.'

He was on the verge of death.

Swallowing the blood pooling in his mouth, the cultist managed to regain his composure.

And then he grinned at the sight before him.

Frog was fighting the beast he had summoned.

On the other side, the half-witted junior Knight using strange techniques was almost within reach of the warrior's arm.

'I've won.'

The cultist was confident of his victory.

Luagarne, facing the summoned beast, wrapped the whip around her wrist.

Her whip grew stronger as it shortened.

The opponent was hiding their true strength. The summoned creatures were trickier than she had anticipated.

They were fast, had sharp fangs, and, despite having no eyes, could dodge attacks well.

This wasn't an opponent to be easily taken down with a single strike.

The fact that the opponent could summon two creatures simultaneously indicated that this cultist was exceptional among his peers.

'Just hold on.'

That would be enough. Frog drew her prepared weapon. When traveling alone, the most challenging foes were spirit-type monsters.

Ghosts and evil spirits.

The summoned creatures controlled by the cultist were similar in form.

They were entities physically manifested in this world through summoning.

There were many ways to deal with them, but she preferred a simple approach.

For instance,

"Burn."

She seemed to be using a simple magical tool.

Whoosh.

Soon, blue flames ignited along her whip. Naturally, this was a kind of spell.

Something meant to effectively strike the summoned creature.

She didn't know.

The cultist was using his life force to control the summoned creatures.

She just thought he was sending a hindrance toward Encrid and a troublesome creature toward her.

Meanwhile, the warrior's arm, with its thin legs, dashed forward, closing in on Encrid.

It was right there.

Encrid had just parried a descending club with his sword, held in both hands, and slashed forward, cutting deep into the creature's abdomen.

Rip!

Despite the deep cut, enough to expose its innards, the knoll seemed to ignore the pain, swinging its club wildly.

Encrid ducked and bent his knees, avoiding the attack.

The club whooshed past his head.

He then smoothly drew his sword back, cutting the tendons behind the creature's knees.

Crossing his left and right legs, he moved behind the creature, slashing twice across its calf muscles.

Slash, slash!

That was enough.

With its calf muscles severed, the creature fell to its knees.

Twisting his body, Encrid executed a spinning slash with the sword.

Thud!

The knoll's head was severed and flew through the air.

Gu-

It died without even being able to scream properly.

The movements hadn't been seamless. Each action was adapted to the situation at hand, but he fought as if he was facing Rem.

Encrid found this easier than fighting multiple opponents. The battle was swift, and the difference in skill was clear.

As he severed the knoll's calves, the dark figure and sword sent by the cultist approached.

By the time he decapitated the knoll, the summoned creature swung its shadowy, black sword.

This was the cultist's last desperate move, a deadly final strike.

The warrior's arm was a summoning spell designed to vanish after delivering a single fatal blow.

It was a spell used when one wanted to ensure the death of an opponent.

Seeing the thin-legged creature charge at him, Encrid raised his sword.

The black sword slashed down from above. It was incredibly fast, a sudden acceleration. There was no way to avoid it.

Encrid had envisioned blocking this attack after killing the knoll, so he raised his sword.

To block and deflect.

Just as the cultist had hoped.

The warrior's arm would ignore physical defenses, delivering a fatal blow to the human spirit.

The cultist's eyes gleamed with anticipation, even as he bled from his mouth and arm.

'Die.'

Soon, Encrid's sword met the blade swung by the warrior's arm.

* * *

'Hmph.'

Esther watched Encrid's fight from atop the fortress wall.

The cultist's spell was a crude trick. However, even such a crude attempt could be fatal to someone unprepared.

Knowing this, how could she just let the man go?

She tore off pieces of her old leather armor, adding her magic to it. This was a substitute, a gift.

'This is a gift, man.'

Esther infused some of her magic into the man's sword.

So that it would react if the opponent tried any spell-like trickery.

* * *

Encrid saw a faint blue glow emanating from his sword.

It was a brief moment in time.

The glowing blue sword shattered the black sword, slicing the black mass in half.

If it were a human, it would have been a clean cut below the chest.

He felt the sensation of cutting through it in his hands.

Was there some kind of flesh inside that form?

The sliced black mass exuded billowing black smoke before dissipating.

Seeing this, the cultist's eyes widened as if they would tear apart.

"...What is that!"

Encrid was honest.

He was also a bit bewildered. Not overly so, but after a few moments of thought, Encrid opened his mouth.

"I don't know either."

This response made the cultist's head heat up. To speak as if something significant was coming, only to say such nonsense!

As his emotions were rattled, the cultist's vision began to spin. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe.

Having pushed himself beyond his limits, his heart seized up.

"Argh."

Sometimes, death is anticlimactic.

The cultist clutched his chest, gasping for air before collapsing forward.

The sight of him hitting the ground face-first was far from dignified.

As he fell, the fog clouding the minds of the monsters and beasts around him lifted.

They had instincts too.

The moment they saw the humans who had killed their kind, they all scattered in different directions.

The colony had fallen apart.

Meanwhile, Encrid was carefully examining his sword.

'Is this a magic sword?'

So, was that Border Guard blacksmith a magician?

It didn't seem likely, it was an odd combination.

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O comentário de parágrafo agora está disponível na Web! Passe o mouse sobre qualquer parágrafo e clique no ícone para adicionar seu comentário.

Além disso, você sempre pode desativá-lo/ativá-lo em Configurações.

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