The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed throughout the forest for a moment before the sound of something flying through the air trumped it.
A crater could be seen where Silas previously stood, and right next to it was a burned corpse clad in half-broken armor, destroyed beyond use.
Silas would have taken it with him. The owner of the armor was dead, and therefore the imprint on it would have most likely faded over time.
However, Silas didn’t really need it. His eyes were already set on something else, and even if he couldn’t use it to its full potential. he was a scientist…
He’d find a way around it.
With a single jump, Silas had shot through the air, flying above the trees before eventually having to descend.
After coming back from his assassination attempt and changing, Silas hadn’t known to what extent that change had occured.
However, after fighting with Greed, Silas understood something.
His strength had risen dramatically. His spells were about the same in strength since he was technically already far ahead of anyone else on the same level as him, but his body was the thing that had changed.
His body was more powerful than it had ever been. When he fought against Greed, he could feel energy rush through his body like never before.
He felt the same thing when he choked Grant earlier.
The previous version of him wouldn’t have been able to threaten someone at Grant’s level of strength like that, but he did it without even realizing it.
And now that he was filled with rage, the real problem was the fact that he was trying to control himself the entire time.
After all, his goal was not to destroy the city but to destroy Greed.
As Silas landed a few hundred meters away from the hole he had created, he could not help but bite his lip…
She didn’t suffer enough.
He wanted to torture her more. Rip her limb from limb until her brain would shut off to keep her from feeling any more pain.
He kept himself calm by imagining all the things he would do to her when she successfully captures her and throws her in the same cell that she had placed Archie in, but when he was in front of her, he didn’t feel anything.
He didn’t feel that same bloodlust…
All he could do was smile at her and point his axe toward her face.
As the runes on his axe showed, he threw his arm up and slashed down, and in the process, he accidentally burnt everything behind her for hundreds of meters.
Shaking his head again, Silas looked down and aimed to fall through the hole he had created.
He was currently a little under a hundred meters in the air, but he knew that his body would most likely be able to take it.
He could probably take Aleck… That was his name, right? Aleck, the ex-commander, one without almost dying like last time.
Sure, he would probably have a bad time whenever Aleck would try activating his trump card and destroying a city in his wake, but that was just a risk he would most likely survive.
After all, he survived it last time, and his body was much weaker back then.
Now that he thought about it, what level was his body at?
They had levels for body strength, but he still couldn’t remember a lot of them.
All he knew was that platinum was on the same level as amethyst, while gold was on the same level as topaz.
If he were to guess, onyx would be bronze rank, while garnet would be silver ranked.
‘What the hell do they have after platinum? Titanium? I heard a few people talk about ademantine, but I don’t really know what level that would be…’ Silas thought, trying to get his mind off the rage within his stomach that was still burning as brightly as ever.
For some reason, Greed’s death hadn’t quelled it.
No, it hadn’t affected it at all.
Her death was nothing in the grand scheme of things…
No… Her death didn’t matter to him because she was not the one who had promised him his family’s safety.
She was not the one who lied to him for months just to keep him around.
It was Archie… He was at fault for this…
And right now, he was more vulnerable than ever.
Entering the cavern once more, Silas slammed into the ground and created an enormous dust cloud.
Several people seemed to be running toward the dust cloud.
As the dust cloud dissipated, everyone watched Silas walk out of it.
It looked like he was completely unscathed.
He was wearing the same clothes he had worn when he came back from the assassination attempt. Actually, he hadn’t found a reason to take it off.
He hadn’t been sweating much recently since his body could easily take the heat, and even if he was sweating, he hadn’t noticed it.
He had even asked a few people if he smelled bad, yet all they said was that he didn’t smell like anything.
At the same time, despite wearing a long coat, suit shirt, and a tie, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
In a way, it felt like he was wearing his own skin, but less creepy, and much less gorry.
Walking out of the dust cloud, Silas saw several individuals point their weapons at him.
“What are you doing?” He raised a brow in annoyance.
He was certain that they were no longer under Greed’s control… Or maybe… Maybe the spell didn’t work? Or maybe they had been brainwashed so much that their loyalty remained with Greed…
“State your name, classification, and rank.”
“…”
“Speak now!”
Looking to his right, Silas stared into the distance where he felt the presence of Eclipse, Death, and Life.
They were all standing around someone who seemed to be wearing cuffs. There was no toki around the individual, and at the same time, there was no active mana core inside of them.
They were normal, and they weren’t even infected like the rest of the people in the city.
‘Archie…’
“I suggest you get out of my way. You’re not from the judgement faction, so I’m assuming your freelance warriors.”
“State your name and rank!” One of them took a step forward with a spear in their hand.
They were coming closer and were threatening Silas with the tip of the spear.
Now that she got a good look at them, they all seemed to be wearing the same armor, not allowing him to see what they looked like since their helmets covered their faces.
‘Greed would have surely been a lot harder to kill if she had her helmet’ Silas thought, however, after recognizing the crest on their shoulder plates, he narrowed his eyes. e
‘Royal army.’ Silas thought to himself before looking down at their solar plexus.
“Weak.”