Grendels body moved normally—watching the brutal clash of knight and orc, it seemed that the dear Knight Captain was fighting the Orc Leader and couldn't support his men completely, causing them to be stalemate.
'How should I move?' The colours of despair and Wrath filled the battle, while many orcs were dominated by lust. 'Should I toss the maid out naked and let the orcs gather on her body before burning them all?'
"No... That lacks class and elegance, and she gave me a kind smile and wink."
Suppose one could see the current situation—one would be perplexed as Grendel walked around the battle, his pace slow and elegant, not bothering to attack or even take a defensive stance.
Their attacks came close to him, unaware of his presence before his agile body twisted or pivoted his hips to dodge their clashes with a faint smile on his lips. Grendel enjoyed watching the lower-level peons clashing with stone axes and steel swords.
"So that's how I should move my sword when parrying... No wonder... Good show Knight A!"
The beautiful sparks from each blow caused a smile to come to Grendel's lips.
As each step brought him closer to the unguarded noble carriage, tall white with silver adorning its frame, the beautiful white horses with lovely manes were now torn apart by vulgar blades.
'Poor horses. No different to me without getting Ra's help...'
"It's a strange sight... Like I am alone, trapped in another world..." Grendel looked around, his voice a little lonely while observing the battlefield.
An orc's brutal axe hacked off a knight's arm before his comrade lunged forward and pierced the orc's chest with his blade, but who said only the knights had reinforcements as three orcs lunged forward about to crush the two knights completely?
'That's my opening...'
Snap!
Grendel's right hand swiped across the air simultaneously his left hand snapped his fingers—before the orcs could land their blows.
A burst of wind suddenly rushed past them with a small gust of wind before a jet of flames exploded from the ground capturing 6 people in his initial attack, standing outside the carriage door, leaning on it with his back looking completely at ease.
[Killed Level 6 Orc Warrior - Gained 9 Experience]
[Killed Level 3 Orc Warrior - Gained 5 Experience]
[Killed Level 2 Orc Warrior - Gained 4 Experience]
[Killed Level 6 Orc Warrior - Gained 11 Experience] (Level Up!)
[Killed Level 6 Lionetta Knight - Gained 9 Experience]
[Killed Level 5 Lionetta Knight - Gained 5 Experience]
With the sudden emergence of the huge pillar of flames and the blade of wind that killed four orcs, the Knight Captain and Orc Leader turned towards the white carriage where the handsome male with silver hair and emerald eyes leaned casually.
His black tunic was Lionetta's standard outfit, and the same for his pants, causing the knights around him to feel anger towards a man wearing their fallen brother's items so nonchalantly!
"Filthy Sava-- Argh!?" A burst of flames shot a sphere through his heart before the snap of Grendels finger again killed the orc he was fighting without blinking.
"I ain't a Savant—you impolite beast," Grendel muttered with a faint smile, his right hand glowing a beautiful blue, ice shards dancing on his palm as he felt his connection to Ether growing stronger with each spell.
[Killed Level 7 Orc Warrior - Gained 12 Experience]
[Killed Level 6 Lionetta Knight - Gained 9 Experience]
'add 2 points to intellect and 1 to vitality .'
"Man, this is getting a bit too tough... 100 experience to level? Are you cheating me, Ra?"
[That's how this world is, not me... imagine being them who can't see their status!]
'Eh? They don't know?'
[Nope, it costs 1 gold to visit the temple to see a brief version, then again there's the useless adventurer's guild one, but that only shows skill names but not level and not attributes either so that you might spend your life as a warrior with a priests stat growth]
'They don't choose their distribution either? Huh... I guess I shouldn't complain...'
[They also only get 2 points a level]
Snap!
Another burst of flames blocked off the knight's, trying to rush towards him and assault him; his body lowered before using the flames to his advantage, dashing towards the two knights holding his sharp blades.
⟪Dash⟫
Instantly after activating, his body became like a phantom, vanishing from vision before his body half rotating in the air.
He jumped forward just before using Dash and was now twisting through the air like a rotating blade and sliced through the knight's neck, cutting his jugular with his rotating attack.
"Ghhrggh....!" The knight's hands tried to hold the bloody wound before collapsing with stunned eyes, wondering what happened.
The silver blades moved so rapidly, creating a silver tracer that followed his movements as he dropped behind the dead knight and plunged both blades towards the knight's crotch with a swift thrust.
"Argh!?" Stabbed in his crotch, the knight fell to his knee, tears oozing from his eyes as his trembling arms tried to stop the bleeding before a hand was placed over his face.
Grendel's left hand suddenly glowed with a bright red light.
"Firebolt!"
Bang!
The knight's head exploded, blood and grey matter spraying everywhere, except Grendel's body, as he began to dash through the battlefield, one blade and one flaming palm...
In less than two minutes, he became a fearful reaper that killed all the orcs and knights fighting as he suddenly stopped, panting heavily from overusing his Dash skill.
'Well... the over-usage warning wasn't a lie... Ah... feels like when those goblins crushed my shin with a stone club when I first woke up...'
[If it hurts that much, why do you smile?]
[Ra cannot understand, is the only feeling from you Pride and not Wrath?]
'Hahaha...'
'To feel Wrath, don't I have to see these people as living creatures from the start?'
His eyes looked at the current status of his body—there seemed to be minor ligament damage in his right leg and a minor sprain in the left.
On the battlefield were only Grendel, the Knight Captian and his two Vice Captains on the Lionetta side, and the Orc Leader and his Champion on the Orc camp side.
Countless notifications about experience showed from his long period of murder before the last one bought him halfway to level 8.
[Level: 7] [Experience: 122/200]
He smiled that the two groups, now more of a triangle battle, rather... Wasn't their anger towards him greater than each other!?
Grendel couldn't help but feel excited when he realised that their biggest enemy was not each other.
But him! A former no-named Savant.
Now able to make a Knight Captain and Orc Leader feel pressure.
'Add 3 points to Intellect.'
⟪Learned Demon Magic: Fire Shield⟫
⟪Learned Spirit Magic: Ice Lance⟫
Hearing the two new spells, the feeling of his body instantly healing, the broken ligament, the slight sprain and his fractured foot all faded with a sense of intoxication as his arms spread wide.
For the first time since being reincarnated or transmigrated, whatever made him awaken on that day didn't matter now!
Grendel felt truly alive as the huge orc's bulging muscles tightened—he turned to face him, his champion not far behind with the huge spiked club, and the Knight Captain's face scowled at him as he started to flank Grendel.
Like an elegant noble, Grendel gave a polite bow.
"Kindly, let us dance, you limp dick fucks!" The next moment he flipped off the knights and lunged forward with a huge lance of ice in his right hand, launching it like a javelin towards the weakest knight living.
The thick blue lance of ice shimmered in the sunlight before its sharp tip tore through the sky and pierced the knight's chest, leaving a gaping hole—before he could even raise his shield.
Upon killing him, Grendel instantly used Dash to reposition himself, slicing the throat of the other knight and leaving the Knight Captain alone before his figure completely vanished into the woods.
The next moment Derek finally caught up, coming to the bloody wasteland where a gory and bitter battle seemed to have happened, knights torn apart, orcs blown to bits.
"Captain!" Derek shouted, rushing to the Knight Captain's aid, standing beside him with a silver sword, as the Savant mark on his hand was torn off like foil.
'Ah~ I knew it, a fake! Just like me! Hahahaha!'
Now sitting back on the carriage roof using Lesser Stealth, Grendel watched as the two faced off while massaging his sore thigh.
[Killed Level 8 Lionetta Knight - Gained 15 Experience]
[Killed Level 9 Lionetta Knight - Gained 13 Experience]
"Go on, Derek, show me how you will fall."