Chapter 87 - Seventy-Eight: Fight to the Death (Part One)
"Chaos!" the Elf shouted loudly, though his aim with the spear was anything but steady.
There was no need for him to remind everyone; all present had seen the black-armored Chaos, driving the different kind before them.
Malin frowned—if Spirits represented local trouble, and the different kind were nuisances from other planes, then Chaos could be considered residents of those other planes.
However, unlike those planar travelers, most planar travelers could speak human language, especially like Malin’s father, who was said to be a Planar Traveler. He had united with Malin’s mother to give birth to Malin’s... original form.
Of course, Malin didn’t know what happened afterwards.
For Malin, trouble was merely trouble, because whether it was Spirits or the different kind, they were all lower life forms that relied on instinct to fight.
But Chaos was different—they were born assassins, living yet akin to death, serving as the minions of Evil Gods from other planes, like these tall humanoid figures clad in armor. They entrusted their lives to the Evil God, and death was no longer an end for them—as upon dying, they would be reborn in Subspace, which made them very dangerous foes.
And now, there were ten of such opponents.
"I need volunteers!" the Paladin shouted loudly, "Make the children leave faster!"
"Kid, if I were you, I’d be hightailing it out of here with my friends right about now," the Dwarf said, gripping his axe tightly; he pulled a large square shield from his back, "Go on, kid, the sky won’t fall as long as us adults are here to hold it up."