Chapter 270
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It reigns.
Ivan moved forward, shaking off the dust that had settled around him. His knees were still creaking. Just from that last blow, his physical performance had dropped by about 40%.
He chewed on the sensation from that brief moment as much as possible. It felt like his instincts as a living being were yielding to something other than his reason. The reverence towards a king, or perhaps the primal fear of the ultimate predator.
“Did you understand it the moment you saw it?”
From a height two heads above Ivan, Einar wore a smile at the corners of his mouth.
It was difficult to recognize the shadowed face. But his gaze shone starkly, like a beast lurking in the darkness.
The murderous intent of the trained was enough to harm civilians. In the case of a superhuman, it could even kill. Murderous intent has a clear substance within this damn medieval fantasy.
The essence of such a field lies right before him. A being that creates phenomena equivalent to magic solely through murderous intent. His deadly aura forced even superhumans to their knees and commanded submission from everyone within range.