Zeon's expression changed drastically, and he stopped in his tracks. His whole body began to tremble as if he had heard the voice of a demon king. Sweat poured down his forehead, but he didn't dare to turn around.
Mag walked out of the fog with his blood-stained longsword. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the tall orc who didn't dare to move at all at the entrance of the cave. This was a 7th-tier orc, and his power was one tier higher than his.
However, he seemed to be frightened by him, and stood still. This scene made him feel a little amused.
"Are you going to slit your own throat, or do you want me to do it?" Meg walked slowly toward Zeon, and his feet made a rustling sound as he stepped on the soft leaves.
More and more cold sweat poured down Zeon's forehead. The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.
The hidden sentries and spies in the forest didn't give any warning, but that was normal. It would be strange if they had the chance to give a warning in front of Alex.
He didn't want to die, but he couldn't remember any of his seniors who had successfully escaped from Alex and Irina. Even the Carlo Mercenary Squad, which had three 10th-tier powerhouses, was annihilated overnight. Not even a single ordinary mercenary escaped.
"Resist?"
Zeon felt his trembling hands almost unable to hold the heavy axe in his hands. He was only a 7th-tier warrior, and he wanted to resist Alex? He was crazy.
Drops of sweat slid down his cheeks, and his mind was completely blank. He began to regret suggesting that the captain lead the mercenary squad to ambush the other mercenary squads near Chaos City. That was why they met Alex, the god of death.
"Looks like I still have to do it," Meg said calmly, standing three meters away.
"Ah!!! I'll kill you! "
Zeon's eyes turned blood-red instantly. His already tall and muscular body grew again, and he became like the Hulk. He stomped his feet on the ground, creating a huge pit. His body spun, and the big axe in his hand swept toward Meg at the same time.
The blade of the axe was wrapped in a blood-red light, and it chopped down at Meg from above. The space rippled, and there were signs of it being cut open.
Meg's gaze was very serious. This was the strongest opponent he had faced so far with his true strength.
However, he did not panic because he was also at the pinnacle of the sixth rank. He was only one step away from the seventh rank.
Moreover, his opponent's seemingly unstoppable axe was full of flaws in his eyes.
Beastmen were known for their great strength, and were a race that could engage in close combat with forest trolls. However, it was also because of this that their combat techniques were extremely crude and straightforward.
Meg bent his leg slightly, and with a soft sound, the leaves on the ground collapsed into a small pit. Meg's figure instantly rose up, and the tip of his foot lightly stepped on the side of the axe. Taking advantage of the momentum, he raised his longsword and slit Zeon's throat, and then split half of his face into two from his chin.
Clang!
The giant axe fell to the ground, and Gene slowly fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. He looked at the masked man with a black cloak, his eyes filled with disbelief.
This sword was very fast, but not as strong as he had imagined.
This was not the strength that a tenth rank should have, and it was even more impossible for Alex to swing a sword.
This was because Alex would not have needed to dodge his attack.
Then who was this person?
Gene's heart was filled with doubts and unwillingness. His eyes were wide open, and his head was tilted to the side. He was already dead.
"Combat experience is indeed a good thing, especially when dealing with these fellows who rely on brute force." Meg looked at Gene's corpse and thought silently to himself.
The effect of Alex's countless combat experiences began to become more and more obvious as he faced more and more powerful opponents.
Just like this time when he was fighting above his rank, Meg had effortlessly killed a seventh rank beastman with precise judgment and powerful combat techniques.
However, Meg was not too complacent. They were both seventh rank beastmen, and if he had faced a similarly experienced knight, it would have been much more difficult for him to win. If he had faced a seventh rank magic caster, he would have to consider whether he could get close to him before he was killed by magic.
"Father, you're so powerful. You killed these baddies as easily as swatting flies." Amy flapped her little wings and followed up, looking at Meg with admiration.
"Amy, it's up to you now." Meg turned to look at Amy, and walked into the cave with his longsword.
The commotion at the entrance of the cave had already spread into the cave. The orcs and demons that Gene had sent to watch over the elves had panicked looks on their faces. Their captain and vice-captain had just been killed. Could it be that the people of the Gray Temple had come to find them so quickly?
"Could it be that the Gray Temple has come to save us?" The eyes of the elves, who were originally in despair, lit up, and they looked out through the narrow gap of the stone door. The demons who usually acted like tyrants were all panic-stricken at this moment, giving them hope.
The sound outside the cave suddenly disappeared, and silence ensued. This made the demons even more terrified. A dozen demons and orcs stood in the passageway, holding weapons in their hands, and at a loss for what to do.
"Hurry up and capture them. Even if the people of the Gray Temple come, we still have hostages in our hands. Perhaps we can still exchange them for our lives," a demon who appeared to be the leader of the group yelled.
The demons and orcs all came to their senses, and hurriedly opened the prison doors. They dragged the bound elves out of the cave, and pressed their daggers and longswords against their necks as they looked in the direction of the cave entrance anxiously.
The elves were all tied up, and their mouths were stuffed with rags. They couldn't make a single sound, but their eyes were also fixed in the direction of the passageway.
Even if they were going to die, they would at least be able to die in peace after witnessing these guys being killed.
The sound of footsteps sounded from the entrance of the cave, following which a man in black robes and a black and white mask appeared at the entrance of the passageway. He was holding a longsword in his hand.
"Only one person?"
All of the demons and orcs faltered upon hearing the sound of footsteps.
"That sword! That sword! " All of a sudden, a demon's gaze fell on the sword that the man was holding, and his face instantly paled as he said in a trembling voice, "It's him! Alex the Killing God! "
"Alex the Killing God!"
All of the demons and orcs' expressions changed drastically upon hearing that. They looked at the man slowly making his way out of the passageway, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily. Some of them even dropped their weapons.
"Alex!"
All of the elves' expressions also changed upon hearing that, and they all stared at the black-robed man with incredulity in their eyes. His face was concealed by a black and white mask, but the extremely renowned sword on the Norland Continent was a clear indication of his identity.
"I declare that all of you deserve to die."
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