Chapter 33: Bloodlusted

When it happened, it took a great portion of the wide battlefield by storm.

There had been no prelude – no surge of Spirit Essence, marking its advent known.

When Arlosse opened the Hermetic Vault, he didn’t hesitate to send out one of the Immaterial Slashes he had stored from his exchange with King Alabas, the Flying Reaper Sword.

To maximize damage, ensuring that he caught the largest body count possible, which would immediately free him from the crowd of assailants, he had the disembodied slash materialize an inch from him, its lethal edge lateral.

A loud noise, not too dissimilar to a vicious boom rolled out across the battlefield.

Because of the sheer speed the Immaterial Slash charged forth with, it butchered nearly fifty bodies directly in front of the Hollow Demonling at once, creating a sound akin to an explosion. Those who had been struck barely registered that their lives were forfeit, but the attack itself neither waited nor cared.

It traveled far and wide, culling human,