Chapter 781: Tricky Cult (3)

Bodies dropped to the ground around me as I constantly moved my arm, the Khopesh in my grasp creating beautiful, glittering arcs of deep crimson as the red metal and scarlet blood joined together to paint a picture of death and massacre as I waded through the sea of foes, cutting down those that stood between me and my objective.

Joining the red arcs was the flares of cyan light that erupted from my palm as I blasted monsters and Cultists alike with bursts of crystalline shards at insane speeds, ripping through their flesh and breaking their bones as the impact alone damaged their bodies, allowing the shards to deal more internal damage as they sliced on through into my enemies bodies.

So far, nothing was proving to be too much of a trouble for me, the only problem with the current situation being the never ending rush of bodies trying to push me to the ground and tear me apart, but besides that...