Amidst the night breeze and the ruthless words, the Night monsters revealed their ferocious expressions. 13579246810 ()? ()? ()? ()? ()?
All of them were waiting for their leader to give the order.
Then?
Of course, they would have a good meal.
Tasting the flesh and blood of their enemies was something even more delightful than the delicacy itself.
Not only the common Night monsters thought so, even the leader of the Night monsters had the same thought.
A horrifying smile appeared on its face, which was covered in rotten flesh.
"Go, kill …"
It ordered Bartos who had turned into a "corpse".
However, before it could finish its words, it was stopped abruptly.
A powerful foot suddenly stomped on its face. The strength that it was so proud of was completely destroyed by this unstoppable stomp.
Bang!
The leader of the Night monsters was stomped on the ground. His head and upper body were buried into the ground, the cracking of his bones sounded like beans popping. The wooden plate flew up high and was caught by Kieran.
Wuuu!
Kieran didn't check the wooden plate right away. He kept it in his arms and pulled out [Arrogant Word], slamming it down at the charging "corpse" Bartos.
Not slash!
Slap!
Kieran slammed the two-handed greatsword [Arrogant Word] like a hammer.
Kieran categorized the resurrected being as an undead being based on its appearance.
Based on the Mystical Knowledge that he possessed, when dealing with undead beings, he would either use Holy or Blessed weapons or destroy it completely, depriving it of the right to resurrect.
That was what Kieran was doing now.
[Arrogant Word] slammed down on the broken body of "corpse" Bartos with a roaring wind.
Bang!
Amidst the dull thud, the "corpse" Bartos, who everyone was terrified of, was smashed into pieces by the thick dark red sword like it was crushing dry weeds.
The scene was inconceivable to everyone.
Their eyes widened as they stared at Kieran, who was holding the sword with one hand. Their mouths were agape.
However, Kieran's expression was indifferent.
Everything was under his control.
Was Bartos powerful?
Just two dungeons ago, the leader of the Night race had almost crushed him in terms of strength. If it was not for his prior arrangements, it was hard to tell who would have won.
Therefore, there was no doubt that the other party was powerful.
However, that was when he was still alive.
When the opponent became a 'corpse', his strength would drop by more than a level compared to when he was alive.
Not only had his special ability disappeared, but his strength and agility had also been reduced by half.
As for him?
After experiencing two more instance dungeons, his strength advanced by leaps and bounds.
Without the Eye of Chimeras, even if Bartos was alive, he reckoned that he would still be slightly inferior to Bartos if he did not have the Eye of Chimeras.
One was stagnating on the spot, even retreating, while the other kept moving forward.
The outcome had long been decided.
Whether it was the outcome of victory or defeat, or the final destination of death.
A single slash from the sword would turn Bartos' bones into scraps.
Naturally, there was no chance for him to be resurrected again.
Fuuu!
The night breeze was getting stronger.
The stench of rotting flesh was swiftly dispersed by the wind. Similar to the leader of the Night race, the 'corpse' of Bartos started to melt into a thick, green liquid.
The rest of the Night monsters were stunned.
Their brains couldn't react to the sudden change.
They clearly had the upper hand, so how did things turn out like this at the very next moment?
However, their survival instinct told them what they should do.
Almost without a second thought, the Night monsters started to run.
However, why was the journey so long? Why were the sides of the path turned into cliffs?
The path beneath their feet was getting narrower as they ran.
The place where they could land kept shrinking. In order to survive, they kept pushing their companions off the cliff.
Even though they had a good relationship with each other.
However, at this particular moment, they couldn't care about all that in order to run for their lives.
Until …
There was only one Night monster left.
Fear surrounded it.
As the Night monster that had 'outrun' many of its comrades, it was horrified to realize that the path beneath its feet was getting smaller and smaller. It had to tiptoe and tap on the ground to stabilize itself.
However, the little foothold was shrinking as well.
Then, it vanished into thin air.
"Aaaaaargh!"
A series of agonizing screams came from its throat as it fell off the cliff and was devoured by the darkness.
Everything seemed to have happened for a very long time.
At least for the Night monsters who were frightened by [Deadman's Gaze] and fell into [Fear Illusion]'s effect.
However, for the others, it was just an instant.
All they saw was Kieran glancing over the Night monsters with his eyes and all of them fell to the ground with agonizing screams. Then, all of them melted into a puddle of green liquid.
Cold sweat broke out from their foreheads, drenching the back of their clothes.
The night breeze blew over, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably.
They didn't know what happened.
The unknown fear invaded their hearts.
Looking at Kieran's back, the bounty hunters and mercenaries instinctively backed off.
At this moment, they hated themselves for being greedy.
Why did they have to be possessed and come here to find Herbert?
The existences before them weren't something they could deal with.
Especially the young man before them who didn't look scary at all, he was even more monstrous than those monsters.
A single gaze could decide a person's life and death!
Such a story that only happened in epics and legends was happening right before their eyes.
However, if they had a choice, they would rather not participate.
Especially when Kieran turned around and looked at them, these people who were seen as vultures or hyenas that danced with corpses felt their bodies stiffen, their legs cramping, and they couldn't even move a muscle.
Some of the cowards even begged for mercy.
"Dear lord, we didn't offend you!"
"Whether it's you or Sir Herbert, we are the same!"
"It's just a moment of recklessness, that's why we followed you here … Please forgive our wrongdoings!"
...
After a small group of people spoke, the other bounty hunters and mercenaries followed suit.
Each of them started to express their innocence and recklessness, hoping that Kieran would forgive them.
Lander beside him frowned hard, instinctively distancing himself from the group of people.
Then, he looked at Kieran with a different kind of guess.
Lander had guessed the truth of the matter.
However, the strength that Kieran displayed made him hesitate and hesitate.
Kieran knew what Lander was thinking when he saw the expression on Lander's face.
He knew he had to give Lander an explanation.
It wasn't a sudden thought, Kieran had been prepared for it from the very beginning when he told the lie.
However, it wasn't the right time yet.
Kieran glanced over Lander and looked at the bounty hunters and mercenaries who were begging for mercy.
A thought that had sprouted in Kieran's mind swiftly turned into a plan.
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