The anger churning through his veins made him feel as if the mana was boiling and when it reacted with his blood, he received a major adrenaline rush.
As such, Dilan was not even able to comprehend what had happened when he inserted the sa mana in his Clawed Gloves!
It was as if a second layer of protection manifested around the Clawed Gloves that glead in a faint crimson color.
The second layer was this semi-transparent crimson color hue that increased the sharpness of his weapon of choice by more than 50%.
Though such a terrific high enhancent was a one-ti use, it was more than enough for Dilan to kill every single beast in his surroundings without sensing their body’s resistance when he cut through them!
[The host’s deepest desires have been unleashed. His battle intent reached the maximum, resulting in his mana coursing through his veins like hot, molten lava. When circulated through his body, his mana was altered by adrenaline and his deepest desires.
has been created temporarily.]
Paving his way through the masses of monsters around him, Dilan focused on the strongest beings that had erged from the three corridors.
But his hands were spread wide open, subconsciously slashing through the back, skull, or entire upper body of the beasts he passed by.
The amount of blood spilled by Dilan’s hand was enormous. Had he done this before the Primordial Ascension, he would have been sentenced to death by a jury long ago.
However, right now, he had to fight the monsters if he were to survive. Hence, he charged through the floor that was bathed in blood, turning it slippery.-.
But this was, by no ans bad because the blood, organs and dead bodies on the ground indicated that there was one less monster for the others to fight, one more kill at the hands of Dilan, consequently leading to more satisfaction in his life that made him feel it was worth living.
He dashed through the huge hall on the second floor, entered the corridors if necessary, and killed without remorse.
Breathing heavily, it was impossible for him to tell how much ti had passed as his mind was focused on wiping out all the vile monsters.
Yet, what he could tell was that his Stamina dropped to the bare minimum that would allow him to still keep running.
His sight was blurred owing to his own hair falling on his face, and the blood dripping down his head, soaking into his clothes and saring every single inch of his exposed skin.
Slowly, after several minutes had passed, the number of monsters began to dwindle. Only when he saw that no more powerful beasts were erging from the permanent Gate, did he regain his senses.
At this mont, another set of fleeting mories he ought to have forgotten resurfaced in his mind.
It was a picture of his mother from several years ago…maybe it had already been a decade or longer…Dilan didn’t recall the date anymore.
The only thing Dilan was able to perceive in the fleeting mory was his mother standing in front of his crying sisters that hid behind her.
His focus had been on his sisters, who wanted to intervene with whatever his father had been doing at that mont, only to be held back by his stepmother, whose eyes were like blocks of ice, looking at him as if he was nothing but the scapegoat for their entire family…
Sighing deeply, Dilan shook his head before carefully using his hands to push back his hair.
Looking at the ceiling which seed to have received nurous bloody red stains, he began to breathe heavily once again.
The mories of the last few minutes were hazy, and that was not only the case because his sight had been blurred by blood and his hair.
Now that he had regained his senses, the state he had been in was sothing that bothered Dilan a little bit, even if it had allowed him to unleash his highest combat prowess.
It was quite weird, and he knew that his excitent to fight, the adrenaline he felt while facing the dangers, and the feeling of killing vicious monsters were sothing he would hardly get under control.
In the end, Dilan understood this very well.
However, the bare minimum he wanted to have under check was being able to control himself, not enter a blank state of mind, where he would just turn into a mindless executioner.
And after looking around, Dilan barely noticed that all the other Survivors had already paved their way through to the huge hall of the second floor.
In fact, many were still killing low-leveled horned rats, and a few injured Krendels.
A few Survivors, such as Oliver, and so others were dashing through the corridors to kill the remaining monsters.
There were more than enough of them left, even if the strongest had already been eliminated by Dilan.
The number of big corpses was much higher than Dilan expected.
But instead of starting to collect his spoils right off the bat, his eyes turned toward the new Survivors.
Most of them were pale as a piece of paper.
anwhile, others were oddly composed.
But this group was the minority of a handful.
Almost everyone had vomited, at least once, and the majority had retched until nothing ca out of their stomach.
Dilan could understand this for sure.
After all, the battlefield looked like they had entered Hell’s chamber of torture itself.
Maybe Dilan would have felt like vomiting if he hadn’t faced too many disgusting situations already.
‘Well, even before the Primordial Ascension this sight would have been much better than being in that mansion…with those people…’
WIth that thought in his mind, Dilan was not even able to smile as he pierced his longsword through the skull of a monster he killed not too long ago.
He absorbed its Essence crystal, only to lift his head, where he saw that soone was making his way towards the head of the War Krendel.
‘Looks like I need to add another rule…Forbidding taking away soone else’s war spoils. If you don’t want to die, better fuck off now!’ Dilan just thought as he took a step towards the War Krendel’s corpse.
The mont he took his first step, the young man turned around in fright.
Dilan’s presence had been enough for the young man to notice that he had ssed up.
He knew that it had been a mistake to approach the War Krendel, but when his eyes had fallen upon the Bronze color of the Essence crystal that protruded out of the squashed head, the young man had been unable to hold back.
As such, noticing that he made a mistake, he stepped back to return to his old group and blended in while trying to hide from Dilan.
Seeing what the young man did, Dilan thought that everyone would act like this, which was why he thought of adding the new rule.
WIth that in mind, he took a few deep breaths before he began to speak his mind about the given situation.
“Hello everyone, with great joy, I can say that we overca this horrendous situation. From the looks of it the permanent gate released a monster wave after not releasing even a single monster for several days.
This is sothing we will research later.
However, for now I want to congratulate everyone for taking their first big step towards ascension, and becoming powerful Ascenders that will ascend all possible mortal realms!
As everyone might have learned by now, the Essence crystals clearly signify how much of a use absorbing them has. Through this, you can clearly sense which Essence crystals belong to you, and which do NOT belong to you!
War spoils are also included in the rule about the belongings of Survivors. So… kindly take only the things that belong to you, and not others’ spoils!!
If anybody is found guilty of taking sobody else’s belongings, he or she will not receive any food for 3 days. This will be considered the first warning.
The second warning is sothing everyone has already witnessed, right!?”
Smiling faintly, Dilan’s asked the question that made an involuntary chill run down everyone’s spines at the hinted aning.
So even exclaid in fear before shutting their mouth in an instant.
In the end, it was not only the way Dilan spoke every single word but even more so his appearance that inflicted fear in the minds of others!
After all, his appearance eerily resembled a Devil, who had crawled out of Hell in order to torture everyone around him.
Clearly hearing every word he spoke, the Survivors vigorously nodded their heads even if it cost them the remainder of their energy to do so.
As long as they could reassure Dilan that they would never take anything that didn’t belong to them, everything was fine!
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