Chapter 326: The God and the King (2)
The shadow of my sword and the wind of Mutia’s hammer blended. The apostles didn’t just stand by and watch the two of us.
“No, you don’t!”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Don’t let the king of heretics get away!”
After standing back up on their feet, the apostles charged one by one. What lay in their eyes wasn’t madness, nor was it mere fanaticism. It was their loyalty to their goddess and the righteous wish to repay her blessings. They burned fiercely in the apostles’ eyes.
“Impressive,” I marveled. “But I warned you.”
I swung my sword. The five swords bit into their targets like blank venomous snakes. Their eyes, vocal cords, napes, internal organs—the woundless pain was inflicted on only the parts that humans couldn’t endure. Horrific screams followed every time my swords flew in the air.
“Aaaaaaah!”
That was not all. I remembered the areas where I had inflicted pain on the apostles. Every time they gritted their teeth, suppressed their groans, and charged, I struck the same areas with precision, cutting them in the same place again and again.
“Aaaaaah, ugh! Ah, ah—”
More screams followed. As Mutia and I exchanged attacks, shouts filled the air around us.
“You’re fighting so efficiently that it’s terrifying,” Mutia commented sarcastically.