The savage Chaotic Wolf didn't seem to care about the wound inflicted on its neck, nor did it appear to be afraid of further injury to its body. Instead, it opened its mouth, revealing a gaping jaw filled with spiky rows of teeth. With reckless abandon, it fiercely aimed and bit at Cyril's throat.
Cyril didn't attempt to dodge the incoming attack; he stood there without flinching or moving his body. Despite this, he instinctively felt the danger from the Chaotic Wolf.
With his left hand's forearm poised horizontally in front of him, Cyril shoved it into the Chaotic Wolf's mouth, deliberately allowing it to take a chunk out of his flesh instead of dodging. Simultaneously, he pulled his protruded forearm bone out of the Chaotic Wolf's neck, and then he continuously stabbed its neck, further injuring it until it became limp, its huge body tumbling to the ground, lifeless.
After the Chaotic Wolf dropped dead from his relentless assault, Cyril intended to devour it with the vortex, just like the others. Just like before, a strong suction force emerged in the palm of his left hand, drawing the corpse of the Chaotic Wolf inside the vortex.
A miraculous scene unfolded after he sucked in the corpse of the Chaotic Wolf.
The wounds inflicted by the Chaotic Wolf, including his broken and protruding forearm bone, repaired and regenerated themselves at a visible rate of progress. However, Cyril's speed and strength didn't increase significantly this time; most of what he absorbed seemed to be used to restore his body to an undamaged state. Regardless, he pounced on the next nearby Chaotic Wolf he sensed, repeating a similar process to defeat them.
As time passed, Cyril grew more robust with each fight against a Chaotic Wolf. Even his pale, wrinkled, and haggard-looking face gradually regained some vitality, with his wrinkles receding. However, there were still numerous wrinkles on his face, making the changes to his face and body almost negligible.
At some point, the starry-framed golden page manifested and hovered before Cyril's field of vision. Lines of black text gradually appeared on it, as he continued to suck in the dead Chaotic Wolves into the vortex that emerged on his palm.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
…
Although these lines of black text appeared in Cyril's field of vision, prompting his attention, as though he couldn't see them, he continued to run around, relentlessly attacking, mutilating, and absorbing Chaotic Wolves like an insatiable beast. He seemed completely oblivious to the messages displayed before him.
While Cyril mercilessly fought against the Chaotic Wolves, the remaining survivors, including those he coincidentally saved along the way, stared blankly with awe, unable to break free from the mesmerizing spectacle. At some point, a crowd had gathered to observe what was going on.
As the people watched, they gradually grew in disbelief and shock as they witnessed Cyril making the monsters that had brought them despair, nearly massacring them, disappear into thin air after brutally defeating them with his bare hands and jutted bones. The mere sight of his fighting style frightened them, as they felt a chill run down their spines.
…
A few minutes earlier.
On the other side of the battlefield.
At this time, Liam had finally managed to escape from the clutches of a Chaotic Wolf that had restrained him for a long time. Fortunately, he stumbled upon a rusty weapon dropped by a spectator who had unfortunately perished in the chaos. With the weapon in hand, Liam skillfully showcased his combat prowess as a weapon master through his [Weapon Adept] talent.
Having dispatched the Chaotic Wolf and freed himself effortlessly, Liam prepared to charge forward and make his way toward the giant black monster that had attacked Silvia. However, the sight that met his eyes left him dumbfounded. He witnessed the carnage inflicted by Cyril, who was decimating the remaining Chaotic Wolves in the awakening venue one by one.
In Liam's perspective, Cyril's expressionless face and savage fighting style seemed unhinged, as if he didn't value his own life. Liam could understand Cyril's emotional state while fighting, which caused a slight pang in his heart as he watched Cyril ruthlessly slaughter the Chaotic Wolves.
The reason for this intense massacre became apparent to Liam. He discerned that Cyril was deliberately targeting the Chaotic Wolves near Silvia, who lay bleeding and on the brink of death, her skin deathly pale. Liam realized that Cyril was determined to protect Silvia from being devoured by the vile creatures targeting her.
As Liam understood Cyril's intention, he decided that since Cyril was risking his life to fend off the chaotic monsters, he would seize the opportunity to approach Silvia's body and take her to the infirmary for immediate treatment.
With that plan in mind, Liam moved cautiously but swiftly, avoiding the remaining Chaotic Wolves. It didn't take long for him to reach Silvia, only to find her in a dire state. Her complexion was extremely pale, indicating a severe loss of blood.
Liam didn't waste time brooding over Silvia's grave condition. Instead, he quickly and carefully picked her up. However, before he could move, he sensed a shadow approaching from behind.
'Cyril?'
Liam inwardly wondered, but before he could turn around, he heard a dull sound behind him, prompting him to swiftly look back. He caught sight of a black silhouette flying away to the side in his peripheral vision. Standing behind him was Cyril, clearly in a frenzied state but otherwise expressionless, muttering something unintelligible.
Liam was taken aback by the close call, but he reacted swiftly and stood up with Silvia in his arms. Despite the near-death encounter with the Chaotic Wolf, he ignored the close call he had just faced, focusing on ensuring Silvia's safety instead.
"Cyril, thank you!"
Liam expressed his gratitude to Cyril, but there was no response from him. It was as if Cyril couldn't see or hear him. All Liam could hear were incomprehensible words murmured by Cyril before he turned around and lunged toward the next targeted Chaotic Wolf.