Chapter 64: LXIV. Strength Domain
"Motherfucker... what’s going on?"
Rein was utterly dumbfounded. This man’s ferocity was beyond belief. Wood splinters shot out like shrapnel from a blown-up powder keg. He used his claws to tear through the oncoming wood debris, but there were too many; several pierced his flesh, and a large piece went through his left leg.
The One-eyed Dragon and the tattooed brute hurriedly took cover behind the horses with the rest of the pirates.
There were more than thirty horses on shore, which were now whinnying incessantly and succumbed to panic. The pirates used them as shields, with the horses’ large bodies serving as targets, the wood splinters piercing them as though they had been rolling in a pile of broken glass—bloodied and in agony, although not yet dead, they were not far from their life’s end.
Shadi and Swan struggled against the terrifying spiral sword energy; but under its relentless power, even the iron in their hands twisted and contorted, the residual force piercing their chests and abdomens, gouging out spiral-shaped wounds.
If it weren’t for Wolman charging out and swinging his giant axe, buying Marcus a moment’s delay, they would likely have already been dead.
"I fucking hate the Aran people the most, then the charlatans; motherfucker, you’re covered in charms."
Wolman, wielding his giant axe, aimed a fierce blow at Marcus’ head, but the force field surrounding him was too strange; even Wolman’s mighty strength was deflected, dissipating the force.
Before he could even hit Marcus, a Special Large Spiral Sword weighing over 300 pounds intercepted his axe head.
Then, as it spun with a whirring buzz, along with sparks flying everywhere, it actually heated the blade of the axe until it melted, turning into molten red-hot iron that poured onto the ground, forming a pit.
Wolman was shocked; it was just too twisted.