95 Chapter 82 The amphitheater incident (3)

In the stands, Toga and Denki, along with the adventurer sitting in their section, were engaging the members of Evilus. The battle was chaotic, as most adventurers weren't used to fighting against other people. The Evilus members didn't seem to care about civilian casualties; in fact, their moves intentionally targeted the fleeing civilians.

"Who the hell are these people?" Denki blocked an incoming slash, then tilted his blade to let the Evilus grunt's sword slide harmlessly by him. With a quick twirl, he slashed the grunt's knee and delivered a thudding blow with his pommel.

"From the looks of things, these are Evilus members," Toga said, cutting the head off his attacker while sidestepping another slash. He then ran towards Denki and stabbed his katana into the incapacitated grunt. "Finish them off!"

Denki's eyes bulged at what Toga did. He had no experience taking a life and had never imagined himself doing so. He gulped and paled, frozen in place.

Behind him, one of Evilus' grunts came running, a dagger poised to stab Denki in the back. Toga saw this and kicked Denki at his side, sending him crashing into the seats to avoid the attack.

Toga then ducked and slashed upwards, cutting off the assailant's hands. In a smooth motion, he shifted his center of gravity and cut down, slicing the grunt in two diagonally from shoulder to waist.

"If you don't have the stomach for this, then get out of here!" Toga's voice was an octave higher as he scolded Denki.

Denki felt like vomiting. This was the first time he had ever seen death up close. The smell of blood hung in the air, and bodies littered the surroundings, whether from the hooded group, the adventurers fighting them, or the civilians caught in the crossfire.

He felt something rising inside his stomach, nausea hitting him hard. "Look around, Denki! You can either help here or leave! I can't babysit you right now; I need to keep those who can't fight safe." Toga's voice cut through the chaos, snapping Denki out of his thoughts.

"I-I want to help," Denki stuttered, his skin pale, sweating heavily, and his body cold.

"Then help! Get your head out of your ass and help!" Toga turned and rushed into the midst of the chaos, where adventurers fought for their lives and the safety of the city.

Denki took a deep breath, smelling the iron in the air. His eyes caught a glimpse of the stage, where his captain was also fighting for his life against these people.

'What the hell am I doing?' he thought to himself. He heard a scream nearby and saw a little boy crying as he shook the corpse of his mother, crying for her to wake up.

Further down, he saw an elf, smiling as she walked towards the boy, licking her bloodied sword.

Denki didn't even think twice. His body moved automatically, rushing towards the boy. With a feral scream, he raised his sword and slashed down at the female elf, cutting the head off of her. His very first kill.

He then picked up the boy, and rushed out to safety, carrying the child along with him.

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In a different part of the stands, Finn and his familia were also engaged in battle. Finn moved with extreme prejudice, not hesitating to drive his spear straight into the hearts of the Evilus members.

Riveria was busy casting healing spells on the wounded adventurers in her vicinity while providing support with offensive magic against the grunts.

Gareth stood at the very front line, alongside Bete. They mowed down the Evilus members without mercy.

As Gareth slammed his axe down on one of the grunts, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine. He quickly turned and raised his axe in front.

*BOOM!*

Gareth was sent flying back, crashing further into the stands. His axe was smoking, and his arms felt numb from the impact. He had managed to block whatever had attacked him.

"GARETH!" Bete screamed when he saw the dwarf fly off. He moved quickly to reach his wounded comrade. However, a voice sounded right beside him.

"Long time no see, Bete."

Bete quickly turned, but it was too late. A dagger had already stabbed into his gut. He snarled in pain and looked up, his eyes widened when he saw who it was.

"D-Desmond?"

Desmond was a werewolf from the same clan as Bete, the clan that had been wiped out by a monster when Bete was just 12 years old. Desmond had been his childhood friend, along with Reene, and the two of them had been so close they developed a rivalry when they were young, competing to see who was stronger.

Bete saw Desmond for the first time in 10 years. He had thought Desmond was dead, along with everyone else. "Y-you're alive?" Bete raised his hand, wanting to touch the werewolf in front of him to see if he was real.

"Hello, Bete... Miss me?" Desmond then kicked Bete while pulling the dagger out of his body. Bete crashed into the wall, blood spurting from the wound. "Oh, I'm alive alright. But you... You won't be after this."

Desmond charged towards Bete, dagger at the ready. Bete groggily got up and rolled out of the way just in time to dodge another stab.

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Meanwhile, Gareth shook his head. He had been fortunate to block whatever had hit him, but that didn't mean he had escaped without injury. He sensed that spine-chilling magic once more, and he quickly moved to the side to dodge it. As he rolled to his feet, he retrieved his axe and threw it towards his attacker.

His axe cleaved through the creature that had attacked him—an ominous chimera. But that was the least of his problems. He saw multiple chimeras rushing towards him and the other members of the Loki familia. In his peripheral vision, he saw Bete locked in combat with another werewolf, and although he wanted to help, he knew he needed to prioritize the weaker members of his familia. Bete could take care of himself. These chimeras were strong, and Gareth could feel it. If one of them had been able to send him flying, then he knew the others would be in danger if he didn't step in.

"Damn you, Evilus!" he snarled as he rushed back into the battlefield, picking up his axe in the process.

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Finn was busy relaying orders to his familia members as he observed the battlefield along with Riveria. His strategic prowess was on full display as he quickly deployed the stronger members to assist the others. His thumb throbbed with pain, a constant reminder.

"Finn, these chimeras are troublesome. Some of them have strength comparable to level 5s," Riveria said after launching her magic at a group of Evilus members.

"I can see that. Damn it, I thought we wiped these guys out ages ago," Finn replied in frustration.

"Oh, you did give it your best shot, though." A voice sounded from behind the two. Finn quickly turned and rushed towards the voice, his spear glowing as he loaded mana into it.

Finn's spear clashed with the man's sword. The two engaged in a fierce exchange of strikes and parries.

"Jillian, of course you're still alive!" Finn said with a low, dangerous tone.

"Oh, Finn, I would never die until I get my revenge on you!" Jillian unleashed a barrage of sword strikes towards Finn. The palum jumped back and spun his spear into motion.

Riveria, too, had her hands full as Kara, another one of Erebus' loyal retainers, dashed towards the elven mage. Riveria created a powerful barrier as the petite, sadistic woman approached her with a hysterical laugh.

"Oh, Riveria! I can't wait to turn you into one of my art pieces!" Kara said seductively as she relentlessly slashed at the barrier with her dagger.

Riveria glared at the madwoman, maintaining absolute concentration to uphold her barrier. However, because of this, the adventurers lost their support in their fight against the Evilus members and chimeras.

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August rushed in to assist others in the chaotic battle. His mana surged violently as he cut down an Evilus grunt, his spear cleaving through the enemy effortlessly. He didn't stop his momentum, spinning and thrusting his spear into another Evilus member's skull.

Ottar's words echoed in his mind: "You're too weak." Every syllable of those words stung his heart. He had trained, gained strength, and pushed his limits for nine years, and all it took was those words to shatter his confidence.

Too weak.

With a primal roar, he massacred every Evilus member in his path. No mercy was shown. Every time his spear moved, someone's life was extinguished.

Chimeras started to pounce towards the young adventurer, but they, too, suffered the same fate as the grunts. August became a twirling death, his spear decimating everything in his path.

He felt his neck tingle, and August quickly slashed behind him, his spear blocked by a dagger. The assailant released their weapon and reached for another dagger, stabbing it towards August's abdomen.

August's left hand let go of the spear, grabbing the hand that was stabbing towards him. With a powerful tug, he pulled the assailant closer and placed his spear right between the attacker's neck. With one final pull, he separated the head from the body, blood splattering across his face.

He felt another attacker coming from his side. August grabbed the severed head mid-air and loaded his mana into it. With a grunt, he threw the head, launching it at the attacker with tremendous force.

"D-demon!" the Evilus grunts who witnessed this tried to retreat, but August was in a bad mood, and he wasn't feeling merciful. He arrived instantaneously in front of the nearest grunt, swiftly stabbing his spear through their body. With a quick burst of movement, he was in front of a chimera, slamming his spear, along with the severed head, right into its base.

The chimera burst, guts and innards flying through the air. The air was filled with blood, blinding the chimera that pounced at August. The blinded creature swung its sharp nails blindly, but August was already behind it. His right hand, filled with mana, grabbed the chimera by the spine, crushing the bone. With a violent pull, he removed the spine, along with its head.

Too weak.

His movements were no longer polished and smooth; there was no trace of his martial prowess, only violence—extreme, blood-curdling violence. He was still efficient, but not to the extent for which he was known.

His movements were savage and cruel. He killed everything with the greatest amount of pain he could inflict. Everyone around him grew pale, whether they were adventurers or Evilus members. Everything he touched died, with no enemies spared, not even those who screamed for mercy.

And the scariest thing was that he did it with no emotion on his face.

Too weak.

"Well, well... You really do live up to your name, the Spear of Mortal Death." It was Lucius, one of the Evilus members and the one who had devised this plan, at least as far as he was concerned.

August just gave him a cold look, and in the next moment, within the blink of an eye, his spear was thrust through Lucius' throat.

Lucius' eyes widened, he gurgled blood, staring ahead at August, who remained coldly composed. August slowly pulled his spear out of Lucius' throat, his eyes never leaving the man's.

Lucius' body slumped to the ground in a pool of his own blood, and August didn't even spare him a glance.

But as August took a step away, a familiar voice sounded once again.

"Geez, can't you let me finish?" Lucius stood up again, his head smoking as it quickly regenerated from muscle to skin. "That hurts, you know."

August walked toward Lucius, his spear glowing violently.

"Hey now! Slow down for a moment! Aren't you even curious why I'm not dying?" Lucius gestured for August to stop, but before he knew it, the adventurer had disappeared.

"No."

Lucius felt a sharp pain behind him and looked down to find a spear going straight through his heart. "S-so that's what it looks like," he said playfully.

Lucius grabbed the spear, but August had already pulled it out. This time, Lucius didn't fall to the ground. He turned around and slashed his sword toward August.

August blocked the sword and pushed forward, sliding into Lucius' space. He then stabbed his spear into Lucius' head, going from under the chin.

But Lucius didn't go down again. He delivered a kick toward August's side. August raised his knee to check the kick with his shin, then spun to deliver a slash with his spear, cutting Lucius in two.

August watched as Lucius' bodies slumped to the ground, but to his surprise, the two halves began to reconnect.

"Ahhh, that hurts!" Lucius, now fully regenerated, stood up again. "You know, you're a little piece of shit, that's what you are." He glared at August as he cracked his neck.

August this time didn't attack, but he was ready to do so at any moment. "Why won't you die?" he asked.

"Well, if you'd let me explain earlier, this would have been done with!" Lucius stretched his back, bending forward and backward. "Anyway, thanks to Lord Erebus' experiments, I have this power. At first, I was skeptical, but it seems to work."

Lucius smiled crazily as he stared at August. "You see, every time I die, someone else dies in my place. Those 'someones' are the children we kidnapped from the village we ransacked. So, you've killed me, what, 3, 4 times now? Congratulations! You've killed 4 innocent children. HAHAHAHAH!!!"

August's expression turned even colder, his mana surging even more. "How many?" he demanded.

"Geez, I don't know... A hundred, maybe more. See, I don't really care, but I know you do, all of you goody two-shoes adventurers do." Lucius continued laughing mockingly, holding his abdomen as he wiped tears from his eyes.

"A hundred or more, huh? Good to know," August said coldly. He then arrived in front of Lucius and stabbed his spear straight inside his mouth. Lucius' eyes went wide as he stared at the spear lodged there. August pulled it out and slashed Lucius' head clean off.

"I guess I'll have to kill you a hundred or more times, then," August spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Lucius stared at August palely, fear now evident in his eyes. "D-DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT THEM?!!" he asked desperately as he crawled backward.

"No," August replied with an indifferent, cold tone. He then stabbed his spear toward Lucius, killing him once again. And again. And again.

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Chapter 82 is done now, how do you guys like the story so far?

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