[W-what? Are these mortals from the Ice Realm? How did so many of them appear here?]
Frosty's perplexed voice echoed in my head. I chuckled at her surprise. "These are my clones. They are exact copies of the original person and obey me without question."
[Clones? They are copies of your original body? How did you make these?]
"System, you know that girl who is my soul mate? She can create clones with ease!" I reminded her about my system, and Frosty seemed shocked to realize that I possessed such extraordinary power beyond her imagination.
The clones stood motionless, their eyes closed, waiting for my command. The human soldiers were paralyzed with helplessness, seeing the overwhelming number of clones.
"W-what? Where are these men coming from? What kind of sorcery is this? Is Saintness Regoven behind this?" The officer glanced at the clones, bewildered, thinking that Mage Saint Regoven could be responsible, given her renowned magical abilities that even their king feared.
(Scan complete! 1,000 new human soldiers have been scanned.)
(Host, do you want to create them?)
"Yes, obviously. And all of you, start killing every human you see here. Make sure nobody escapes alive," I commanded the clones. Upon hearing my order, they opened their eyes and focused on the humans standing before them. In the blink of an eye, one clone sliced a man vertically, leaving his body in two pieces.
"Aaahhh!" Another man's scream echoed as a clone severed his arms and legs, leaving him to writhe on the ground. The clones continued their merciless assault, killing humans one after another and leaving a trail of corpses.
"Don't be afraid, men! Fight them! Don't give in to your fear! Fight!" The officer shouted, trying to rally his troops against my clones. However, the soldiers had no chance to defend themselves. The clones' emotionless expressions and unyielding attacks made them fast and efficient, instilling terror in the human soldiers.
"Swing!"
A human soldier swung his sword at a clone's head, and the clone dropped, dissolving into light particles.
"I killed him! I killed him! Aaaaah!" A human soldier shouted in elation at having killed a clone, only to be stabbed from behind by another clone.
Before I knew it, my clones had already killed almost all the humans present. The officer's expression turned to one of horror as he realized his men were dead. "How is this possible? They killed all our soldiers. I need to call Saga Duke now, or we will be defeated."
The officer tried to run away to call for help and reinforcements from Saga Duke, but I suddenly appeared in front of him. "Running away? Are you a coward or a little girl?"
"Get out of my way, you bastard! I will kill you!" he shouted, enraged that I was mocking him. His face turned red as he swung his sword at my neck. I easily stopped his attack and landed a kick on his stomach.
"Aaahhh!" He soared through the air and fell some distance away.
"How fat are you? My leg hurts after hitting you. And you call yourself an officer? What a joke," I taunted, approaching him to end his life. But suddenly, I sensed something eerie behind me.
(Host, watch out!)
[Look behind you!]
I jumped into the air, dodging the igniting arrow just before it could penetrate my chest. The arrow, covered in flames, cut through multiple trees, leaving them burning, and finally stopped after crashing into a giant rock.
Seeing the destruction caused by a single flaming arrow, I realized that the person who fired it was no ordinary individual. "I could have died if that arrow went through my chest. That kind of power can't be wielded by just anyone."
[Don't get lost in thought. Prepare yourself. We're facing a stronger enemy than any foolish mortal you've encountered so far.]
While I was momentarily lost in my thoughts, the officer seized the opportunity and ran towards the camp where the arrow had originated.
I turned to look in the direction from which the arrow came and saw three figures emerging from the mist, with soldiers following them. As the mist cleared, I saw two handsome young men and a vixen with lecherous curves and revealing attire.
The vixen surveyed the surroundings, noting the numerous unknown men standing beside a person hiding his face under a white cloak. Her expression was playful as she saw me standing there. She asked in a flirty voice, "Are you the naughty boy who killed these men?"
"Huh... That woman looks so sexy and beautiful, but I can sense she has power. She's stronger and could match Sendra and Rose! I need to be cautious," I mused, choosing not to respond to her question.
"You dodged my attack! How is that possible? No one has been able to escape from my arrows," the blue-haired, handsome man said in disbelief, seeing me standing unharmed against his attack.
"Cut it out, Uram. He's not going to speak! We have to capture him alive and find out who he's working for. Scarlet Jade!" The bold, handsome young man spoke and summoned his soul weapon. He held a red glowing spear emitting fire from its head, covered in a fire-absorbing cloth.
"Take this! Aahhhh!" Pluge shouted as he created a giant fireball and unleashed it in my direction.
The fireball incinerated many clones in its path and was about to hit me. I once again jumped into the air to avoid the attack, but something felt off—it seemed too easy.
(Host, an attack is coming toward your direction!)
I heard the system's loud voice in my head. Turning around, I saw Uram aiming at me. "You can't run away this time!"
He shot three icy arrows in my direction and reloaded to attack again.
"Shit! Dragon Breath!" I immediately cast a fire spell to counter his attack. When our two attacks collided, a massive explosion filled the sky.
"Boom!"
Meanwhile, Rani looked at the human with a shocked expression when she heard the loud sound of the blast. She took a binocular and looked in that direction and saw I was fighting alone against the entire human army.
"No he is alone, he won't be able to fight much longer, General brought all men who can fight. We are going to the human camp to fight now!" Rani exclaimed serious looks and held her sword tightly in rage.
"As your wise, her highness"