152 Massacre (2)
Leo was dashing through the battlefield, his bone blades giving off a white glow. With precision and agility, he weaved in and out of their ranks, leaving a trail of fallen warriors in his wake.
The warriors of the ‘Vikings’ guild were caught off guard by Leo’s sudden attacks and were unable to defend themselves against his powerful spells. They could sowhat block the blades, but the spells were too fast and unexpected to block.
Leo felt sothing wet and sticky drenching his clothes, but in the heat of battle, he couldn’t afford to dwell on it. He expertly dodged a strike from an Orc that was attempting to land a lucky hit by tracking the illuminating white glow of his bone blades.
With a quick twist of his body, he avoided the Orc’s weapon and countered with a swift strike of his bone blade. The Orc stumbled, feeling sothing impaling his chest, but before he could react a Lightning Bolt pierced through his green abdon.
Swish...
Leo casted Demonic Fla that engulfed the Orc in front of him. The Orc’s body was consud in the inferno, the white flas illuminating Leo’s figure for the first ti in the battle.
As the light of the fire danced across his face, it revealed a man with cold, ruthless eyes. He stood tall and proud, his body drenched in blood, his mask and robe sared with the evidence of the violence that had just occurred.
Despite the carnage around him, his blades remained untouched by the red liquid of his enemies, as if untouched by death and violence. The flas continued to blaze, casting an ethereal glow over the battlefield, highlighting the true brutality of the fight.
Leo noticed so of the Orcs had been recording the entire exchange, but he had already ordered his Shadow Soldiers to disperse, so none of them would be captured on video.
.....
He briefly hoped that his new appearance would hide identity, but then realized it was a foolish hope...
Even as he surveyed the battlefield, he could see the Orcs murmuring his na, despite only being able to see their lips moving.
Leo calmly rubbed his blades together, extinguishing the white flas and plunging the area into darkness. The sudden loss of light caused the Orcs’ faces to pale in fear, as they were now enveloped in the darkness with a ‘monster in disguise’.
Out of the crowd of over a hundred Orcs, one suddenly stepped forward, calmly walking towards the ethereal glow of Leo’s blades. He dropped to one knee before Leo, as if surrendering. The sudden action was unseen by the other mbers of the ‘Vikings’ guild, and Leo raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He couldn’t believe that one of his enemies would willingly submit to him, especially in the middle of a battle. He looked at the Orc with suspicion, unsure of what to make of this sudden turn of events.
Leo walked past the kneeling enemy, his set on the enemies before him. He summoned Fenrir, and issued a command to prevent the Orc from moving until the battle had ended.
Even though killing the Orc would have given him extra money, Leo was curious about what he had to say. The Orc was standing closest to the leader of the ‘Vikings’ guild and yet had a frown on his face every ti he looked towards him. Maybe he’d even receive a bonus for capturing one of the leaders...
Leo summoned a single Shadow Soldier to follow him, using it as an extension of his own body. The Shadow Soldier acted as his third and fourth hands, allowing Leo to attack the Orcs with his glowing white blades, while the Shadow Soldier used its limbs, which had been transford into sharp daggers, to pierce through the Orcs’ tough skin.
With the Shadow Soldier by his side, Leo was able to fight with greater precision and efficiency. The Orcs, who were already struggling to defend themselves against Leo’s powerful strikes, were now also being attacked from a different angle by the Shadow Soldier.
Even though the Orcs tried to surround Leo and overpower him, he was always one step ahead of them. He expertly retracted his bone blades, extinguishing their eerie glow and disappearing from view. The Orcs were left confused and disoriented, unable to locate their target.
Leo used this opportunity to strike from behind, catching the Orcs off guard. He would reappear out of nowhere, his blades flashing as he struck at his enemies. The Orcs were caught in a constant state of confusion, never knowing from where the next attack would co. They were unable to defend themselves against Leo’s sudden and precise strikes.
Leo’s ability to cast spell after spell and strike with his blades seed almost endless, as if he had an inexhaustible supply of mana. However, the truth was that he was consuming potions one after another, taking short breaks only when he had to retract his blades.
The Orcs, who were above Lv. 15, had learned to sense his presence, making it even more difficult to deal with the large group of people.
Leo knew that his enemies were becoming more aware of his movents and tactics, making it harder for him to catch them off guard.
Even though the fight was heavily in his favor, Leo knew that his reserves were running low. His Shadow Energy was close to depletion, and he was quickly running out of potions. He knew that he had to end the battle soon or risk being overwheld by the Orcs.
There were still dozens of enemies standing, but they had lost their will to fight. They could barely lift their weapons as the Demon approached them.
Leo, who could go invisible and reappear at will, was more like a phantom than a real person. He was a nace to the Orcs, and they feared him more than any in-ga horror they had ever encountered. He was the embodint of a monster hiding in human skin.
With the Orcs offering little resistance, Leo was able to defeat them with ease, killing them all without sustaining any serious injuries. He erged from the battle with only a few scratches and sore muscles.
‘Phew...’
Exhausted from the battle, Leo took a deep breath and struggled to stand. He took a seat on the grassy ground, which was now covered with the blood and dropped items of the defeated players.
As Leo scanned the loot scattered around him, he couldn’t help but let out a dismissive snort. None of the items seed worth a lot of gold, they were either too low-leveled or weren’t in high demand.
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A system window suddenly appeared on Leo’s screen and he smirked knowing that the power of his spells had grown considerably.
A system window suddenly appeared on Leo’s screen, catching his attention. He couldn’t help but smirk as he read the notification – his spells had grown in power.
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Another system notification popped up on his screen. Without hesitation, Leo put all of the SP into his Intelligence attribute. He felt that the damage his Shadow Blast spell should have done was lacking, taking into account that it was true damage, which bypassed armor and magic defense.
As Leo surveyed the bloody scene around him, he knew it was ti to clean up. He planned to use his Demonic Fla spell to ignite the bodies and hide any traces of the massacre. However, as he prepared to cast the spell, he realized that his Mana was depleted, and he wouldn’t be able to use his spell.
Crack...
Suddenly, Leo felt sothing give way, and his Shadow Realm began to unravel. The darkness that had concealed him, the shadows that had hidden him, all retreated back into his shadow, leaving him exposed under the daylight.
He felt a sense of disappointnt as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to hide the evidence of the battle.
As soon as the Shadow Realm dissipated, Leo felt dozens of eyes upon him, and he slowly turned his head to face them.
The sight that greeted them was a man covered in blood, his mask and robe stained with the red liquid. His eyes, a fierce purple, seed to glow with an otherworldly light, and they were filled with a sense of fear and power.
“The ‘Vikings’ have been eliminated...”
The mbers of the Cross guild stood rooted to the spot, staring in disbelief at the scene before them. Leo stood at the center of a literal war zone, surrounded by the bodies of orcs, their limbs detached and their faces twisted in fear. So of the corpses were even covered in a strange, electrical energy, as if they had been struck by lightning.
So of the ‘Cross’ guild mbers were visibly pale, while others simply gaped at the bloody scene, unable to utter a single word. Even the normally calm and collected Robin was speechless, his eyes locked on the battlefield. The sight was overwhelming and grueso, leaving the guild mbers to wonder what had transpired inside the Dark do.
‘I better pay him...’
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