Peasants in this new world had no surnas. That was because the nobility didnt allow the masses to have a surna. For example, in this world, I am called Mo Ke but thats only my given na. My surna isnt Mo, and my first na isnt Ke. Only those noble masters who had attained the rank of Viscount would be awarded a surna during their peerage ceremony. So were bestowed one by a superior while so had the privilege of coming up with one on their own.
Usually, only the king or high ranking nobles were able to bestow a surna. The common practice was to give the noble two choices, to choose their own surna or to raise their original na into a family surna. Then there was also the situation where a completely new surna would be bestowed while the nobles original na was retained.
A persons nobility can be determined at a glance by whether he had a surna or not. Most of the ti, those who did were either nobility or were a direct descendant of one. If they were not of nobility or were fallen nobles who had their viscount statuses revoked; their surna would be revoked. If they were still found using that surna, that person would be hanged for impersonating a noble, fraud and other similar cris.
So nobility derived their surnas from their ancestors. An example of this was when a person of noble status had perford ritorious services but had died in the process. That persons family mbers would be awarded the rank of Viscount and have a surna bestowed upon them. Most of the ti, it would be the na of the deceased family mber.
So of these nobility had surnas that were rather long. For example, I t a noble girl in the city who was called Annabeth. Apparently, her full na was Annabeth. Falmanseth. Mosby. Mosby was the na of her clans ancestor, Falmanseth was the na of the founder of her branch lineage. Of course, it could also just be her parents na
Either way, nas in this new world were complicated, kinda like those you see in western cultures. This girlI get it, I get itNicole is getting annoyed by my lamp so its ti to sleep.
From Mo Kes otherworldly journal >
(That was a journal entry from Mo Kes journal. This journal is currently in the hands of Nicole, but due to its contents being written in Chinese, only Mo Ke is able to understand it. At that ti, both of them shared a bed, and his nightly activity of writing a journal always disturbed Nicoles sleep. Also, because Nicole was unable to read Chinese, she always thought that he was drawing so strange symbols. Charming but strange symbols.)
While he was caught off guard by the shield bash, it had only caused his body to sway for a mont before he instantly regained his balance. His body whipped around in a roundhouse kick, squarely impacting the shield of his attacker. The shieldbearer had his shield ready and waiting, but the kick sent him flying, shield and all.
The saber wielders advanced upon Chipped Horn under the protection of the shieldbearers. With a shieldbearer separating each of them, four of the saber wielders thrust out their sabers at Chipped Horn simultaneously.
Seeing this, he violently latched onto the side of one of the heavy bone shields and lifted it up, bearer and all, blocking the incoming saber thrusts. The sabers rebounded harmlessly off the shield but the bearer wasnt so lucky. The saber wielders didnt manage to cancel their attacks in ti, and he ended up getting skewered.
With four sabers sticking into him, this unlucky imp no longer had the strength to hold onto his shield causing his limp body to fall onto the ground with a thud. His body leaked blood from multiple wounds and he could essentially be counted as dead.
However, Chipped Horn wasnt satisfied with just half-dead. He imdiately slamd the heavy shield down onto the dying imp, smashing his head into pieces; killing him instantly.
The devils present balked at his savage display of cruelty. Not a single imp dared to provoke Chipped Horn. They didnt want to be the next imp who had his head smashed in.
Whats the matter with you lot? Theres so many of you and only one of him! Attack! Attack him together! I have to admit, No.5 was an odd potato. He was like the sweet potato hiding among a field of potatoes. No matter how terrifying Chipped Horn was, he wore an expression that said Co at bro, Ill counter whatever you throw at !
Even the sight of Chipped Horn crushing his comrade to death couldnt dampen his excitent one bit, as he hopped up and down trying to raise our morale: What are you lot doing? Dont you want to protect our beautiful and noble Master?! Go on, attack! Protect the Master!
Protect the Master!
In that instant, the adrenaline washed over them like a tidal wave as they let out a strange pant before charging, any semblance of a formation, gone like the wind.
What do you an by [beautiful and noble]? While its great that their morale was raised, but werent words like [beautiful and noble] used to describe a female?
No.5 licked his lips as he gave that signature silly smile of his: Heh hehMaster, dont tell you dont find yourself beautiful?
I should beat him upbut he did good raising our morale so Ill forgive him just this once.
What really surprised was the fact he managed to raise our morale with just one sentence. Was he that talented, or was it that [beautiful and noble] phrase that caused this phenonon?
Because of No.5s incitent, the battlefield descended into chaos. The shieldbearers maniacally charged at Chipped Horn, not caring if they even had the offensive power to harm him or not. The saber wielders were slightly more level headed; they maintained their distance as they relentlessly poked at him with their long sabers.
The guardsn were caught up in the heat of the mont as well. Like a swarm of bees, they sward the lone Chipped Horn in a flurry of swords and shields. Chipped Horn was slowly getting boxed into a corner by this incoming swarm. This was especially so for the guardsn who wielded the deadly black bone sword.
Due to No.3 and the others evolving into head imps, their black swords were swapped for spiked maces. These swords were passed on to the guardsn. Furthermore, we managed to obtain more soul pearls in the anti which I imdiately used to forge more black swords. All in all, the count of black sword-wielding guardsn or black guardsn rose to 12.
These black swords had once given Chipped Horn a serious wound that refused to heal up for a period of ti; it was during our first encounter that he got a taste of these swords. He tried to capture then, but failed, in the process getting wounded.
I had wondered if he would simply bleed to death over ti, but given his enormous strength, that thought didnt seem to gain much traction.
After all, devils were able to consu flesh and blood in order to heal their wounds. He even had a large imp captive handy for such an occasion.
Having experienced their lethality once, he definitely wasnt eager to experience it again. Even at the expense of getting stabbed by the sabers, he swiftly reached out for a heavy shield and blocked the incoming black swords. With his empty right hand, he caught one black guardsmans hand.
*crunch*
The imp howled in pain as his hand snapped like a pair of chopsticks despite him not using much strength
As they say, once bitten, twice shy. Chipped Horn was no fool either. He imdiately snatched the now ownerless black sword and wielded it along with his stolen heavy shield as he counterattacked.
Heavy shield clashed with bone shield as a guardsman was tossed aside by the trendous strength behind Chipped Horns shield. With a swift kick, he sent another guardsman who had just gotten close to him, flying off into the distance.
As he wildly hacked around with the black sword, the ensuing bladestorm quickly took the lives of two guardsn. His strength was simply too great for the pair as their hands soon beca numb from blocking his sword swings. As their bone white shields fell to the ground, their heads fell alongside them
In a style that was unique to his overwhelming power, he managed to take the life of one of my imps with every attack he made. As for my subordinates, they werent able to deal a fatal blow at all, any attempt was either evaded or blocked.
While there were a few instances of him getting wounded, none of these wounds ca from the black swords. He would rather take a few hits from the Mo sabers than take a hit from the black swords.
As the battle wore on, his body beca covered in wounds from our nurous attacks. However, this bastard didnt play fair. While he fought, he would intermittently take a few bites out of my imps. As he chewed, those wounds would regenerate right before our very eyes!
In his hands, that black sword beca an omnipotent weapon that smashed, hacked, slashed and bashed; all the while not showing a single sign of breakingwhy did I forge them to be so sturdy
Master, the reinforcents are here.
The battle dragged on for an unknown amount of ti before No.5 suddenly announced the arrival of more devils.
As I turned around, the massive sight of 400 devils awaiting at the chapel entrance greeted . Each of them were uniformly equipped with a bone club as their weapon. While we had the numbers advantage, Chipped Horns furious fighting style terrified . Without a single thought given, I waved my hand and commanded them, a wicked smile on my face: Everyone get in here! Dogpile him to death!
As those words left my mouth, all 400 of the devils rushed into the chapel, ruining even the wooden doorfra of the entrance.
Their boorish shouts filled the chapel as they charged at Chipped Horn without any semblance of a formation. Wherever there was an empty space, an imp would rush in to fill that gap. Soon, Chipped Horn barely had any room to maneuver, but this didnt stop as I continued ordering them to dogpile him.
Initially, he was still able to make use of his superior strength and control over flas to take on multiple opponents, but as ti wore on, he began to run out of stamina. The frequency of his attacks beca lower along with the strength of these attacks.
Kill him, the souls mine but his body is all yours!
ARRRROOO! With the promise of such a generous reward, there were bound to be so brave takers. The large imps were whipped into a frenzy as they charged at the three-star demon child, hoping to get a bite of his flesh. These mad devils pounced at him without any regard for their lives as they bit down on his legs, his waist, his back, neck, eyes and whatever else they could get their hands on.
This all-in move by scared the hell out of Chipped Horn. Despite his claim of being the strongest under the heavens, he knew that he was in a dire situation. He was able to handle 10, even 100 imps, but fighting nearly 500 imps was a different matter altogether.
As my subordinates sward him, he began to feel the creeping pressure of death bearing down upon him. He flailed his head around as he searched for an escape route, but none could be found. He tried to break out of the encirclent but no matter how hard he tried, he couldnt shake off the devils clamping down on his hands and feet.
By now, he could barely move his arms and had to rely solely on his flas to defend himself. Unfortunately, imps were born with an innate resistance to fire, even small imps, it was just a matter of how resistant they were. The flas were only able to montarily stave off the devils clinging onto him.
Even so, the relief was only short lived as more imps imdiately squeezed into the now empty space. As they did so, the Mo saber wielders ruthlessly thrusted at the pile of devils, not caring if their allies were in the way
It was a simple but shaless way to win. So what if youre stronger than us, Ill use my numbers to wear you out. So what if youre faster than us, Ill use my numbers to limit your mobility, lets see where you can hide then. Through these simple but shaless tactics, Chipped Horn was quickly drowned in a sea of devils.
The bone clubs laid unused by the side as the ordinary imps piled onto Chipped Horn, biting furiously as they did so. No matter how much they evolved, their teeth would always be their most primitive but strongest weapon. Even a three-star Demon Child was unable to withstand a swarm of one-star devil bites.
It wasnt long before the demon child finally breathed his last breath, but the biting didnt stop there. Instead their biting beca even more impassioned. This was the flesh of a three-star after all. An additional bite of flesh might just give them the boost they needed to evolve. In the face of such temptation, the scene slowly devolved into a chaotic fight among allies. As the imps died to their allies blows, the pile of at grew even more.
Everyone stop! One-eye get them under control, dont let them kill each other!
The chaotic scene shocked One-eye as well. He didnt expect his normally obedient subordinates to display such a ferocious side of themselves. He imdiately separated the frenzied imps from the pack. On the side, the more level headed ones ca to their senses after my reminder and stopped fighting.
By the ti the whole ruckus was over, Chipped Horn was nothing but a pile of bones. Only his horn had a bit of at left on it, but that was only because the irregular shape of the skull made it difficult for the devils to get a clean bite. If I wasnt so used to them feeding, I wouldve puked at this sight.
Master, heres the soul you wanted. With the army finally under control thanks to One-eye, No.5 imdiately harvested the soul and presented it to .
Chipped Horns soul was a lot more defined than the other souls I had eaten before. As I stared at the wispy mass, I could clearly see his face imprinted within it. His terror, resentnt and unwillingness were clearly visible to as I grasped his soul in my palm.
I bet you didnt expect this ending.
Chipped Horn was the strongest enemy I had faced so far. Even in terms of cunningness, only the skeletal assassin ca close to him. Just from an initial inspection alone, Ive lost nearly a hundred imps trying to kill him. Not to ntion that Big 1, Nine-finger, No.3 and Big 4s conditions were still unknown.
If only I could burn this bastards soul for 10,000 years!
However, just as that thought crossed my mind, a certain book that had been quietly resting in my arms suddenly sprang to life. Its body opened up, revealing the pages inside as if they were its mouth, and with a sudden leap, swallowed Chipped Horns soul in one gulp.
Myyouyouve stolen my food again! You damn rebel you!
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