"I'm glad that everyone has taken it into consideration. Going forward, once we have put down the walls since none of us has any idea of the danger awaiting us outside, I would like everyone to send individuals first to ensure and calculate the risk."
Uncooperative criminals, irredeemable pieces of shit that like to be left alone, will serve a purpose for the sake of the many. To discover the secret behind the walls, sacrifices must be made. Invictus does not intend on doing everything for them, which includes giving them freedom when it should be them who ought to work to earn their freedom.
"That is a great idea! Those lunatics will serve their purpose well!"
Halmer supports all of Invictus' plans. His intentions align with the masked man, therefore, lending his manpower to Invictus. Slowly, Halmer aspires to be someone like Invictus, brave, gifted, unyielding, and clever.
Vixen raised a hand. She was wearing a glove, covered in silk, totally conservativeDarkness envelopes over darkness. The whole city was covered in the thick icy layered magic cast by Butcher alone. With the help of the magic stone tablets, he channeled and enhanced his magic, thus creating far sturdier layers of ice. The temperature immediately drops to 10 degrees Celsius, which resulted in a widespread cold and stirred disturbance in the whole city. Dim was not enough to describe the alleys of Haven City, for nothing can be traced upon looking through them. "Why did it become so cold all of a sudden?" The citizens of Haven City instantly felt the speedy drop in temperature. Not just nobody's but all of the city. "Wear some thick clothes. Here take this Yohan." "But what about you, mom? It's freezing." Their wooden houses were not thick enough to shield them from the gradual cold, seeping through their doors and windows. It was now far from a chilly night. Everyone was shaking because of the low temperature.
The propagation of Butcher's magic continued in the city. He was putting in much more mana than earlier, which slightly speeds up the decrease in temperature. Time and Butcher are their enemies here. The more they idle about, the lower their chances of surviving Butcher's little game. "So, if all eight factions decide to join forces, will you pay all of us for doing the job for you?" Gojack has the nerve to ask such a foolish question to Invictus but Invictus was playful enough to play around with Gojack's stupidity. "Sure, I'll pay all of you." Their faces brightened, thinking they can milk Invictus by joining forces. "Verbal agreement can be broken. Let's seal the deal with a written pact." The conversation goes with just Invictus and Gojack alone. Other leaders just agreed to whichever sounded profitable, and it was Gojack's foolishness they agreed with. "A written pact is sealed by the parties' blood, right? I'm sorry. I've never done this before. I always have others obe
"Heh... So, the maiden in disguise chose to badmouth me and tried shutting me down when every word that is coming from your sausage mouth is nothing but garbage. I could even see your infectious saliva spitting everywhere from anger. Eww..."Halmer's and Arnold's trustees, who were both women were ready to jump in to prevent any sort of fight that could break out any second. The tension between Vixen and Marielle was something the men inside could only laugh at and take a side on.None of them, men, would want to step in between two absolutely mighty women to put a stop to their dispute. Not only is it disrespectful in their views but it is also seen as a matter so light, it should be ignored."I've dealt with your innocent and pure act, Vixen. You make me sick to my stomach, thinking as though you're a fucking saint when you're more than a slut than I am."Pride and ego really won't let themselves get hurt or trampled by someone with the same amount of n
Each faction leader was advised by their trustee to bring more forces with them but they all chose to just join hands with the other faction leaders and immediately deal with Butcher.It would be so dark inside if it was not for the lamps and Androgen's flame magic. She created a ball of flame that floats around as she will it. It ignited their path, illuminating the road towards Butcher's location."Butcher has a lot of nerve to act on his own. He's underestimating every one of us here by going out of his way and setting up such an annoying cage."Out of every faction leader, Gojack seemed to be the most talkative and querulous. He whines and complains about every trivial matter, putting his head and sticking his nose at everything. But this personality comes with great care and gentleness.Gojack cares deeply for his people, and his constituents, and shows invisible love through appreciation and words of affirmation."Are you forgetting the fact that Butcher has workers with him? Mo
"Eerie... It's definitely Butcher I'm sensing right now near the fountain."In Gojack's eyes, he could recall that one festival where everyone was happily dancing to the song of the bards, people brightly enjoying their food in front of the stalls, and there was so much peace in everyone's face until bloodbath became rampant and chaos ruled over their minds.But to others, the fountain-- where it was surrounded by food stalls-- was nothing more than a stage set up by Butcher himself with everything around him frozen in ice.Bethel carelessly took a step forward when the other faction leadersstopped when suddenly, like a button being pressed, he landed his foot on a trap placed by Butcher.Swiftly, Bethel caught on to the trap, thus giving himself time to react before the spikey ice snare that emerged from the ground could impale him. He jumped back, distancing himself and now fortifying his guard even more."Of course, it wouldn't be that
Bethel felt like the voice inside his ears rang for the second time, but it was not really the case. Two of them really were talking in sync, and Bethel could not tell if the same person that emerged from the original body was nothing more than an illusion or a clone. There was only one thing to make sure of and clear his doubts. That is to engage in a fight against his chosen enemy, and get an answer to whether it is real or just an illusion.The ninjatō is typically depicted as being a short sword, often portrayed as having a straight blade (similar to that of a shikomizue) with a square guard. Usually of a length "less than 60 cm", the rest of the sword is comparatively "thick, heavy and straight." (Source: Wikipedia)In the world of shadows and bloodbath, there lies a group of covert agents or commonly known as mercenaries, which serves their purpose for reconnaissance, espionage, infiltration, deception, ambush, bodyguarding, and their fighting skills in martial a
His wound seemed like it did not affect him whatsoever. The man could still laugh his ass off despite having his jaw ripped in half by Bethel's sword."Truly a worthy opponent you are, Bethel. Because of that, I'd tell you my name."Both sides had a reset, conversing with each other with their guards up and their eyes focused on the other while assessing and planning their next course of action."Even if you don't want to know, I'd insist. Gituku is my name, which means "shady and sly," though I'm quite the opposite. I'm bright and honest."Although faint, Bethel is sure that there is no way there are only two of them when he could hear multiple voices inside his head. But it can also be a psychological attack from Gituku, so it was all doubt until proven. Neither of these will be answered if Bethel does not do anything."Gituku sounds like a name from some tribe.""Well, I am from the tribe of the mighty and opulent land of Marxian."
"I am currently having a great massage. Ooh! I wish you could experience this feeling right now."Bethel was in the same position when he first disappeared and reappeared exactly how he was before, still, head first and whizzing past the wind barrier flowing around that was accompanied by a cold breeze."What in tarnation did you do?!"A quick and precise attack was executed, thus eliminating one of the two threats. Multiple lacerations are not enough. Bethel chose to cut deeper into Gituku's flesh, an attack the man could barely react at all.For a second, Gituku's wide grin flashed in Bethel's eyes before he succumbed to darkness."Merciless and austere, what a lovely opponent you are."What was left of the dead Gituku merged with the other one? The dead Gituku was nothing more than a pile of meat that caused damage to the alive one when they fused back together again.Blood dripped down at the side of his mouth. Gituku wiped it wit