Like an arrow, my arm was pierced through the body of the soldier in front of .
Reeling my arm back in, I watched as the soldier, with a bloody hole in his neck, dropped to the ground, lifeless.
However, even as blood flooded out of the corpse's body, the red carpet retained its exact sa color, and the blood seed to blend in.
At that mont, as the rest of my stained sleeve ca into view, my eyes widened.
The color I had been missing...it had been right in front of this entire ti.
Raising my head and looking around, I found myself at the back of the army and surrounded by about ten soldiers, who were all yet to co near the staircase.
Seeing them shiver while shakingly pointing their swords at , I almost burst into laughter.
Maybe...the world wasn't so bland after all. I had just been missing the thrill.
And now that I had found that thrill... I was addicted.
Raising my blood-covered sleeve, I shook my head and watched as the ten soldiers simultaneously charged at .
Before their swords could even reach , multiple tentacles appeared from my back and charged forward.
Unlike arrows, these tentacles had a mind of their own as they pierced through one soldier before stopping and aiming at another.
Within seconds, ten more bodies had fallen onto the carpet below.
Raising my chin to the sky, I stared up at the seemingly endless abyss of darkness above .
"I know a color you can't devour."
Darkness...I hated it so much.
As I continued staring upward, another group of soldiers charged at ; however, they were taken care of by my tentacles before they could even co within ten feet of .
Ignoring them, I watched as the droplets of their blood splashed on the seemingly impenetrable marble pillars.
And instead of simply disappearing and being devoured, the crimson-red color remained on the glossy black surface of the column.
"HE'S BEHIND US!"
"WATCH OUR FLANK...RUN STRAIGHT!"
While the soldiers on the staircase desperately yelled out commands to their falling comrades, I marched forward toward the staircase.
As my tentacles promptly moved toward incoming soldiers, killing them before they could even raise their swords, the "hero" finally reached the top of the staircase.
And, as he confusedly turned around, I made eye contact with him, grinning and chuckling.
Raising my bloodied sleeve, I stepped off the carpet and onto the puddles of blood that had gathered up on the side.
Using the blood as a bridge, I crossed the darkness and marched up to one of the many columns in the room, staring at its now blood-stained surface.
As the hero hurridly barked out commands to his remaining soldiers in the background, my hand ford into a fist and barreled towards the pillar in front of .
*BANG*
Making contact with the obsidian-like surface of the pillar, my hand bounced off, and my knuckles bled, staining the column further.
Now, on the clean surface of the pillar lay a crack.
Without any hesitation, I placed my fingers in between the crack and pulled until, finally, a fragnt of the pillar fell out.
Behind , less than two hundred soldiers stood on the staircase and gazed at , too scared to move further and be killed by my tentacles.
Grasping the bloodied obsidian fragnt of the pillar, I returned to the royal red carpet and strolled toward the staircase, basking in the fearful gazes of the soldiers ahead.
Then, like an angel descending from the heavens, the "hero" leaped from the top of the staircase, landing re feet in front of .
With an unwavering gaze, the blonde-haired and blue-eyed "hero" lifted his divine-blue sword and sprinted at .
As my tentacles surged toward him, the "hero" simply cut through them like a knife slicing butter.
The current "hero" held the lineage of the purity god Astrea, so it seed none of my devil-related abilities would work.
Bursting forward at an incredible speed, I watched as the "hero's" entire body beca surrounded by not one or two but three light-blue hues.
Surrounding one's body with mana not only granted them protection against weapons but also increased the user's strength, stamina, and speed.
However, achieving even one layer of mana protection is close to impossible as one has to have complete control over their mana and body.
Even the protagonist, a prodigy and cheat code, took over a year to manifest one layer of mana protection.
Nonetheless, the current "hero" seed to have surpassed all those limits and beco the first human to manage three layers of mana protection.
There really was no reason for the "hero" to cut down my tentacles, as they wouldn't even co close to piercing through his second layer of mana protection.
Halting as he destroyed the last of my tentacles, the "hero" stared at with a cold expression before opening his mouth.
"Charge."
Hearing those words from "hero," even I was dumbfounded.
Hadn't he seen demolish hundreds of his soldiers easily, not even a minute ago?
He was the only one I couldn't take down within seconds.
Then, I realized it...the reason he had cut down all my tentacles.
On the staircase, the army of remaining soldiers looked at their leader with terrified expressions.
They had just watched slaughter their comrades without even moving...and now their leader wanted them to charge forward...into certain death?
Not even looking back, the "hero" simply stared at and shouted.
"Would you rather die a cowardly death after or a noble death before ?"
"GO! CHARGE! RUN!"
"SPRINT TO YOUR DEATHS KNOWING THAT YOU ARE GIVING A HIGHER CHANCE OF KILLING OUR ENEMY!"
"OR STAY BEHIND AND WAIT FOR YOUR DEATH, KNOWING YOU MAY BE THE VERY REASON THIS FIGHT WAS LOST!"
The "hero" wasn't ordering his soldiers to charge...he was asking them to. He was giving them a choice.
...He was using his soldiers as bait to have a better chance of killing .
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