After the fight with the masked one, Theos continued to fight with more equal opponents, killing them quickly without being able to touch them.
Theos' strength grew at an alarming rate as he received all the negative emotions, feelings, and thoughts from the nobles around him. The sound of the system notifications kept repeating.
[Thanks to the external actions of the host, dozens of nobles have fear in their hearts. +100 negative energy].
[Thanks to the external actions of the host, dozens of nobles have fear in their hearts. +100 negative energy].
[Thanks to the external actions of the host, dozens of nobles have fear in their hearts. +100 negative energy].
The constant robotic prompts kept ringing, each beep a melody to Theo's ears.
"Absolutely, who wants a crappy system? I now have infinite power with me, the power that will never stop growing," Theos roared, unleashing his negative mana on all the hooded men who were attacking him.
The power of the mana was so great that it sent all the hooded men dozens of meters away, and the mere impact shattered several of their bones and organs.
Theos' left eye glowed more intensely with each passing second, fluttering from side to side. As a result, Theos could see the entire battlefield, and his field of vision widened so much that the only thing he could not see was what was behind him.
As he watched the entire battlefield, he became aware of the countless battles. Several nobles were crying and trying to flee in vain, but others were fighting valiantly for their survival, like …. Arnold Whitelock and Alan Roy.
The two young men were fighting the hooded men, each in his battle.
Alan used his powerful golden sword to dodge and unleash powerful slashes that sliced through the limbs of his enemies. Combined with his Path, Electricity, the blond's speed was no joke: none of his opponents could see him.
Unlike Alan, who used his Lightning Path, Arnold used his Ice Path. Together with his bow, he shot icy arrows with great precision at any enemy that approached him. The arrows would freeze a large part of the enemy's body upon contact, and he would then shatter into pieces.
The two young men were fighting for their lives, and anyone observing them would realize they were both of intermediate rank, given their great mastery in their respective specialties and paths: Alan, an intermediate swordsman, and Arnold, an intermediate archer.
"Tsk, we better find the leader of this attack as soon as possible…" said Theos, his face lighting up as he remembered the reward Alan had received for killing the boss.
Every enemy that came near him was sent flying by the violent waves of mana Theos unleashed, enjoying his newfound strength more and more.
"Huh?" but he suddenly stopped when he saw two ladies fighting the hooded men next to Alan and Arnold. They were the ones who stood out the most…
A golden-eyed beauty held her staff and cast spells that burned the hooded men. Unlike normal flames, the beauty's flames were golden and didn't even leave ashes.
The other beauty, an albino with blue eyes, used her elegant sword to cut down enemies. Her two uncovered angel wings allowed her to fly all over the battlefield.
"Eleanor and Nora…" Theos muttered, stunned. In the original novel, they weren't even present at the massacre of the young nobles. 'How and why are they here?'
But he couldn't think about it too much. He had to act and think fast, so he extended his hand in the direction of their confrontation.
*Boom!*
A wave of mana was released with great speed against the hooded men. Theos, with his great mastery, made each of the masked men take the attack, and the two ladies were completely unharmed.
"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly as he was only a few feet away from them. His speed caught the two of them off guard.
"We were just passing by on our way here and suddenly got trapped," Nora replied matter-of-factly, while Eleanor nodded in confirmation behind her.
Theos frowned. He had a heightened sense of empathy and could feel how tense and nervous their faces were, with a slight blush.
'Maybe they were trying to get close to me, and that's why they got trapped here,' Theos concluded as he remembered the message from the system that revealed the jealousy of the two young women.
"Anyway, I'll take care of the stronger ones; you can save the nobles who are in danger," Theos ordered as he worked out a plan in his mind.
Theos prepared to leave through the chaotic battlefield, but a cry from behind stopped him. "Wait!" shouted Nora, getting his attention.
"What?" asked Theos impatiently.
"You had no way… Now you have that strange eye that even makes cracks in your face, and you just sent those bastards flying? What happened to you, what made you change so much?" she asked worriedly, trying to get her warmth into Theos' heart.
"If you want answers, I'll give them to you when I turn 18. For now is not the time to talk," he explained and turned to leave.
Nora stood there, watching Theos' back as he walked away.
Eleanor, standing next to her, also felt strange and was curious to know what the relationship was between the two of them. 'I wanted to get a little closer to him and ended up here, and I think it was the same for her…' Eleanor thought as she remembered how the two of them had met on their way to Theos.
But now they were in this situation. The silence gradually became a silent agreement: they both knew what they had to do. Follow Theos' orders.
Not because they liked to follow orders. They followed orders because they had already seen what he was capable of, destroying dozens of hooded men with a flick of his mana… 'A genius among geniuses' they thought in unison as they walked away.
...
"There it is…" Theos said after turning away from the pair of beauties, stopping all unnecessary thoughts to concentrate on what was in front of him.
Six hooded figures stood out from the intense battle by their sheer calm, sitting in a lotus position and forming a circle as if they weren't in the middle of a slaughter.
Upon seeing them, Theos knew who they were… The most dangerous of this attack!
Theos' speed increased, but as if everything had been planned, a large figure stood between him and the last six hooded men.
Theos stopped dead in his tracks as he recognized the man blocking his path – a man four meters tall! Not even his head was visible due to the steel helmet blocking his entire view. His stocky body contained not only muscle but an exaggerated amount of untrained muscle mass.
He was not even wearing a shirt, just black pants, and the pointed steel collar around his neck gave him the appearance of someone just released from prison… But even more inhuman.
"…"
"…"
Both Theos and the man in front of him fell silent. As if there had been a mutual understanding, Theos drew the sword he had stolen; at the same time, the man drew a huge mace the size of his arm.
Like lightning, Theos took a great leap and moved at great speed, controlling his mana so that it did not slow down. On the contrary, it increased.
The burly man raised the sledgehammer as he sensed the impending danger, but despite his size, his speed was not bad and he was able to react in time to stop Theos' attack.
The clash of the sword and the great hammer echoed throughout the battlefield, spreading the shock wave and drawing everyone's attention to the battle.
Theos' movements, fast and precise, attacked his enemy from all possible sides, while the enemy tried to block and counterattack without success.
Theos was so fast that no attack touched him, and he gradually gained the advantage as more and more of his attacks landed, in addition to the waves of mana he occasionally unleashed.
With his crimson eye on the weakened man before him, Theos walked calmly toward him, putting aside the speed and brutality with which the fight had begun.
"Die," he declared coldly. This time, the aura created by his mana was transferred to the sword, giving it more power.
When the last blow was struck, the man did not resist, but accepted his fate, knowing that he could not fight his wounds and injuries.
*Boom*
Half of the body fell from the cut and Theos emerged victorious, but he did not celebrate the victory and continued to stare at the body of the man he had cut in two.
His expression of total indifference and murderous coldness remained on his handsome face, along with great confidence. "It's time for phase two."
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