Pulling his weapon out of the level 2 Acolyte’s chest, Vicente didn’t hesitate to move a hand to the wound.
As his opponent screamed in terror, unable to control his own body, Vicente grabbed his heart and ripped it from his chest!
As young Fuller crushed this organ with his bare hands, not only did the men standing around suddenly tremble in fear, but three more of the men crushed by their own armor would explode under pressure on them.
Blood and flesh splattered across the street again, causing the powerful level 1 and 2 Acolytes to tremble while holding their weapons.
“Damn it! Kill this person, or everyone here will die!” The strongest of them said as he ordered his men.
Vicente heard this and felt one of the men less affected by his abilities shoot an arrow at him. He laughed as he jumped back.
“A metal arrow? How funny.” He muttered, opening his right palm and waiting for the weapon to hit him.
Just as it was about to, instead of piercing Vicente’s hand, the arrow melted and formed a liquid on his right palm. A few instants later, under the terrified eyes of those people, the arrow formed again, this time traveling in the direction it had come from.
“Bring it back!” Vicente shouted, sending the thing so much faster than it had been shot at him.
The arrow changed its path slightly, and a moment later, it passed through the archer’s head.
He didn’t even scream when he was hit, falling backward to his death with a terrible expression.
“Monster! Die!”
A glowing fist surrounded by small sparks appeared from Vicente’s back after a man jumped towards him.
Seeing this level 2 Acolyte trying to hit him, Vice concentrated his defenses on his back, knowing he could not easily dodge this blow.
Pow!
Just as the fist was about to hit him, a sharp surface appeared on his defenses as he skillfully controlled various metal objects around him to form sharp artifacts and fire them at the remaining enemies in the area.
Vicente had no interest in shocking these people as he killed them. While he protected himself from the strongest one still standing, he attacked the others with his simplest blow.
Swooish!
Several blades flew through the air in strange trajectories, heading for the vital points of the men who had suffered less from Vicente’s abilities until now.
As he was hit, three more enemies fell to the ground, impaled by knives of the same shape.
His opponent’s hand was pierced by the sharp point that appeared before the impact, while much of the defensive structure on Vicente’s back was destroyed, crumpled by the blow.
Due to his recent evolution in front of the forge, much of the attack was absorbed by his armor before reaching his body.
Vicente was strong and could even kill ordinary level 2 Acolytes. But that didn’t mean he was invincible or that the movements of these people couldn’t hurt him. When he felt the weight of the enemy’s fist, he felt his bones crack, and an intense pain came from the point of impact.
Vicente gritted his teeth and did not utter a single sound of pain. He simply used the enemy’s blow to strike at the moment of the attacker’s weakest guard.
The moment of collision!
When someone attacked, they would naturally lower their attention as well as their defenses to inflict as much damage as possible on their target.
In this situation, Vicente used one of his spells to trap the person in his position.
The man felt discomfort in his fist, but before he could be bothered by that, he suddenly felt something climbing up his feet.
“Huh? Earth?” He exclaimed as he opened his eyes and looked down.
Then, as his armor pressed down on his abdomen, the only place where he had metallic items on his body, this level 2 man felt a terrifying pressure on his already earth-covered legs.
“Aaaaagh!”
Vicente used the enemy’s pain to turn around, form a sword in his hands, and attack horizontally.
A gash opened at the man’s Adam’s apple, and blood spurted out, staining Vicente’s armor even more.
“Damn, you! Our Defiant Tyranny will not forgive you, you worm! After today, you’re dead!” The last standing level 2 Acolyte shouted as he saw another of his battalion mates brutally murdered by Vicente.
“Defiant Tyranny?” Vicente looked toward the man acting against him, two gigantic fists, blue as jelly, bearing down on him.
Vicente manipulated his target’s armor with a severed neck. He used this person as a shield, preventing those fists from hitting him.
The man’s fists were mighty, and when they touched the body of his dying ally, they deformed him in an instant, crushing him mercilessly.
Seizing the opportunity, Vicente shifted position and ran into the last three level 1 opponents still standing.
He had already used 70% of his mana, and he would be in trouble if he didn’t eliminate these people quickly!
No longer manipulating his ability from his first Magic Pentagram, he used the sword in his hand to attack the standing people.
With his martial arts skills and speed, he quickly sliced through the first of those men, amputating his arms in one move with the sword.
As the level 2 Acolyte watched, exhausted and seeing his companion’s body crushed by his fists, he turned even redder with rage.
But the blood of his companions covering much of his body disguised the hatred he felt at the moment.
Trying to ignore the superficial wounds caused by Vicente’s previous blows to his group, he tried once again to activate his primary skill.
However, as he forced his mana into his Magic Gem, he suddenly felt pain behind his eyes, and his facial muscles tightened.
His Yellow Magic Gem faded, and blood dripped from his eyes.
“Shit!” He muttered as he felt exhaustion and weakness spreading through his body. ．
By attacking Vicente a moment ago, he had put almost everything into that move!
Having missed, he now had less mana than he needed to activate his weakest skill!
Vicente already knew this would happen and laughed under his mask, ignoring the pain in his back and his growing fatigue to finish off the last person in his path.
He slid across the ground, Vice surprised his last opponent and slashed his legs.
“Aaaaaaaaaagh!”
As more screams erupted from outside the mansion, a man dressed as the enemy suddenly appeared at the door of the Fuller family’s home.
