Using the trees as leverage he exploded with insurmountable power, blasting into the sky like a blur. Finally reaching the empty sky he floated in the middle of it, his figure cast by the moon.
-shin
The sword in his hand shone with golden light, gleaning with the reflection of the moon.
-woosh
In the next second he came plummeting downward, the gravity of the earth pulling him and tripling his speed and power by the second.
"Gale slash" his eyes gleamed with furiousity as he pulled his sword back and activated a skill.
Before everyone's eyes, a tempest of wind surrounded his sword while he came crashing down at the the hill sized tortie below him.
—wang
With a blinding slash he cut through the flesh of the Tortie severering its flesh and bones alike causing a massive explosion to follow.
With one powerful strike, he had decapited the sacred beast.
"Powerful!!" Vipers eyes beamed as she wanted the scene of the Torties head being separated from the rest of its body. It was a sight to behold.
Who in their right mind would try to decaptate a monster of this magnitude? If anyone in the shelter heard this they would surely tag it as a lie. If killing a sacred beast was this easy wouldn't the various young masters of the city be insanely powerful?
"Hmm, I see it now, it's that sword" Thane commented a smile on his face as he watched the figure of the young man jump down from the corpse of the hill sized tortie.
What weapon was the beast for hunting sacred beasts? If not sacred weapons what else?
Yes, the sword in Guillimans hands was of the sacred grade.
"Hey," Guilliman reached forward helping Jemie out of the ground before patting him gently on the shoulder.
"Thank you" Jemie smiled bitterly as she spoke in a hesitant tone, he had almost died just then, he should be more grateful to Guilliman. But this kid just stole his kill.
Could he complain though ?
"You've been busy I see" Victoria commented as they slowly approached both himself and Jemie who were infront of the Torties decapitated body.
The way he moved, the force of that attack, this was not a feat of a level 2 Slayer, just the sacred sword alone was not enough, the power behind the strike had to also be taken into account.
This kid had levelled up to level 4 at least.
"Naturally" Guilliman smirked.
[Updating stats
+610 gene points
Name: Gilliaman Naldir
Rank: Level 4
Gene: 690/4000
Class: Soul king
Affinity: Wind, Ice, Arcane
Agility: 65 Power: 105 Stamina: 110 ]
He had indeed been extremely busy, not only did he go about killing a multitude of Swordfish, he had also killed several mutant tortie with his own hands.
The line between level 2 and level 4 was extremely steep, so he had to go the extra mile just to qualify, but even then it seemed impossible…that is until he stumbled upon the sacred swordfish king. That thing had chased him all over the wild zone for killing its kin.
But eventually, Guilliman got the Better of it and ended its life. Receiving an echo and pushing him to level 4 and beyond.
"Good, I was afraid you ran away like a scared cat" Victoria joked. But deep down she had haboured a bit of doubt.
She saw the wanted poster, the way he dressed into the forest, all evidence pointed to him leaving the shelter on his own to face whatever momsters were beyond here.
She didn't believe Guilliman to be someone that ran away from his problems though, so she held hope. Thankfully it wasn't the case.
"Ahh, Scared? Of what?" Guilliman titled his head. There was no way in hell Victoria thought he was Afraid of hunting.
"We'll talk about it later" she pushed a wrapped up piece of paper into his hands and walked forward climbing up the dead Tortie where she then looke ahead.
A long distance away, a massive hill was slowly standing on its feet, emerging from ground with a glint of hate and anger in its eyes.
"We still have one more prey to handle" she smiled at the king code Tortie standing up.
Back then during its fight with the Black-Devil mole, she had noticed the beast was at the cusp of breaking through and entering the Grand stage.
As someone who had entered level 5 she couldn't fight it anymore…unless it made that vital step, so she left the soul crystal of the black-Devil mole in its corpse for it to eat.
Now from what she could see, it had successfully passed the chasm between Sacred and Grand, now not just her, but also thane could join in on the fun and hunt this beast.
"Prepare yourself….we are all entering yellow, or we are not leaving" she smiled causing a massive blade twice her size to appear in her hand.
It emmited a red mist shourding her in a dangerous light.
Meanwhile,
"Why are you so adamant on lying? If he didn't do it, then
Who did?"
Inside a dark room situated very high in the shelter, a young but obnoxious voice sounded as a lantern illuminated the small room.
Behind the illuminating candle, a young girl with mishavelled hair, a black eye, and bruises all over her body panted heavily tears building up in her eyes.
"I swear, I'm telling the truth!!" The girl cried seriously looking directly at the young man seated opposite her.
She was the second survivor of the massacre in clawwood forest that saw the dead of the first young master of the black berry family. After transversing the forest for weeks, the truth finally dawned on her.
There was no way she could survive leaving the shelter, in a single day she would face countless near death situations that nearly took her life. In the end she decided that it was better to die in the hands of Guilliman than to be eaten.
"Cut her thumb, she's lying" the obnoxious young man sneered commanding a guard seated to the side.
In the next second, screams filled the room and the young slave girl cried for help and mercy. If she had known she would have kept pressing on in the forest.
She underestimated the cruelty of men.
While she screamed for mercy, the young man fell back into his chair a look of calm shrouded his expression.
He was the youngest son of the black berry family Vincent blackberry . The most pampered and loved hier of the family, unlike he older brother who was meant to take over from their father, he was much more free.
At least that was until this rubbish with his useless elder brother dying in clawwood Forrest. It had placed him in a rather stressful situation where he had to take the mantle of the family.
He, the debauchery of the family, the one who enjoyed the most fireedom in the shelter, was now being forced to take the responsibility of his good for nothing brother.
He hated it.
But what could he do? He was powerless, this responsibility was his. However, he could take it out on whoever was at fault.
"Stop" raising his hand, he stopped the torture of the young slave girl infront of him. Allowing her to breath and get herself together from the pain of getting her thumb cut off.
"You said something about him killing the Wind Direwolf yes?" Vincent asked looking seriously at the slave girl.
She held her ground that his elder brother had died of bloodloss, but didn't hide anything else, even speaking of Guilliman becoming a slayer that night.
With tears rolling down her eyes, she nodded affirming what he said.
"Okay" Vincent nodded, killing a sacred Direwolf no matter how weakened it was, was a tedious task. He should know he had killed one himself.
But it denoted something, this Guilliman fellow was ambitious and a slayer, to sneak into a troop of slaves demanded guts and a fair share of will.
He was bound to go there.
Looking through the window on his side, his eyes fell upon the highest point of the shelter.
In a week, Ambitious Slayers would gather for the rights to enter the Yellow gate.
Guilliman would surely be there.
"Call off the search, the boy will come to us" Vincent commanded his eye gleaming with a hint of savagery.
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