Three heads flew to the sky. The limbs and the claws of the warmonger were completely separated from their arm and the two warmongers that intended to split Neru behind fell to the ground with a neat Z cut. Literally bisected.
All this happened in just a mere second. The desperate situation completely reversed.
As for the one who did all this, Neru has his gaze upon the rest of the fifty or so warmongers with an excited smile on his face. "It's time for a massacre!"
The Warmongers felt at this moment that Neru looked like a smiling demon.
Warmongers aren't innately brave. In fact, they are cowards among cowards which is why they always like to sneak attack their targets and escape once they even feel the situation is risky for them. They find strength in numbers
All of them flickered in different directions and scattered as they tried to escape for their life.
'All of you are sheep waiting to be slaughtered.' Neru flickered and began reaping lives.
Just like that, Neru flickered relentlessly throughout the battlefield like a ghost. His body would only stay in a particular position for one or two seconds before he would reappear near a warmonger again. In five minutes, the sound of continuous "plopped" resounded as the bodies of warmongers fell one after the other.
This time, Neru didn't feel the difficulty that he imagined. There was no struggle except for a few resistances. His deterrent and his show of power had really scared the warmongers establishing his overwhelming strength.
Just like that, Neru stabbed the last warmonger and looked around him with a dazed expression.
Is it really that easy?
To be honest, he was quite disappointed. He also understood why it felt easy to him. If the warmongers didn't cowardly scatter and directly fought him injury for injury. He wouldn't have won that easily and might have consumed him more making him unable to fight.
Yet they chose to flee and didn't directly try to put up a fight. As a result, he only needed to hunt them down. Except for rapid breathing, Neru could still fight. Albeit he could only use Flicker for another two or three times.
'That went smoother than I thought.'
Without the pressure, Neru let himself fall to the ground. He wiped his forehead of his sweat with his hand. Around him, the bodies of warmongers littered the ground. A piece of flesh and organs could be seen and the stench was too much even for Neru. Then, there are also pieces of heart and chunks of liver and intestines.
Neru himself was bathed with blood. His face was unrecognizable due to the blood that covered it. There are also small to large wounds and cuts all over his body, bleeding profusely. As for his clothes made of leaves, they were long tattered and just one flicker might be enough for them to slip out of him.
'I need to heal myself.'
With the death perspective, lines of golden thread connecting the cut and wounds on his body pop up in his vision one after another...
Just like that, Neru swung his dagger multiple times and his body was as good as new. Except for the messy clothes, disheveled hair, and bloody face.
...
After two hours of rest, Neru slowly stood up from the ground. He felt that he was now fully recovered. Since he couldn't find something to wash the disgusting blood on his body, Neru decided to not bother anymore.
Then, eyes turned solemn as he gazed upon the ceiling.
An intense rumbling was currently happening on the second floor.
'What is happening up there?'
A minute later, Neru directly appeared on the second floor. As he expected, the number of warmongers on this floor had more than doubled! A hundred of them!
Not only that, every one of them was twice as big as their counterpart on the first floor.
Neru activated the conceptual eyes of death and his perspective immediately changed. It gave him an overbearing feeling that every life around him was fragile. A spark that could be extinguished with his hand.
Flickering directly above an unsuspecting warmonger, Neru pushes down the dagger on his hand right on the line of vulnerability located on top of the enemy, successfully dividing its body smoothly into two separate sections. 'Well, I'm really too dangerous to become an assassin. My attacks can bypass defense and there's no concept of durable or tough in my dictionary.'
The warmongers who saw their kind split in half appeared to be enraged. Then, Neru saw their black claws release a fiery red aura which made his heart palpitate. Too ominous!
Neru swallowed and couldn't help but think. 'Oppsss... What's that red thing wrapping their claws!?'
Then, Neru's scalp turned numb as a hundred warmongers jumped in unison high in the air and began to fall in his direction with terrifying speed.
"This is terrible... It seems they're not only stronger, but they're also a lot braver than the mobs on the first floor." Crossing his dagger on his chest, Neru prepared himself against the onslaught.
The first warmonger had finally reached him. Its dark claws envelope with fiery red light swept towards him. Neru, unwilling to cower in fear, greeted the claws of the powerful warmonger with his dagger.
There is a thread of line of vulnerability attached to the black claws. No matter how fearsome it looks with the fiery red aura on it... Neru's dagger went through it like he was cutting a tofu. His dagger continued its way through the body of the warmonger whose body twitched continuously in pain. It was unable to understand how its claws were penetrated easily considering its toughness.
Furthermore, the red aura made its claws ten times sharper! Even a normal stick from a tree would become sharp enough to cut people if envelope with their red aura!
Even as it died, it felt despair and confusion. Neru, on the other hand, felt a piercing pain on his shoulder as one of the warmongers flickered and clawed him. Unable to react, Neru could only watch as the dark claws almost mangled the muscle on his side delts.