Since his field of vision was blocked by the clouds of dust, Lexus wasn't able to see what happened of the black figure. However, he was confident that his skill was able to do the job.
Assured in his victory, he extended his hand in an attempt to recall his spear back. A crimson light flashed in the distance and rushed at Lexus.
Just when he was about to grab it, his acute senses cultivated through multiple battles, sent alarm bells ringing in his head. Hurriedly, he tried to retract his hand; however, it was already too late.
With a splash sound, the crimson light penetrated through his hand and went straight for the members of the organisation behind him.
CLANG... a huge cross clashed against the crimson light, barely stopping its advance. With its momentum gone, one could finally see what the crimson light was.
"Thunder Spear?! Oi Lexus, what the hell are you doing aiming that thing at us?" Malcom was just about to lash out, when he noticed an arm dangling just a few inches away from the spear.
Surprised, he turned towards Lexus only to see him with an arm missing and blood pouring out of his side.
What just happened?
It was not only him, the commotion also attracted the attention of other members who saw Lexus' miserable condition. Nevertheless, instead of getting alarmed or concerned, they laughed out loud, finding the situation extremely funny.
The guy who always thought that he was better than them, was currently kneeling on the ground, clutching his shoulder where his missing arm was and screaming. Nothing could be better than this.
All of them felt that he got what he deserved. If it was any other team, they would have no doubt shown some shock or distraught at the injury of their teammate. However, as mentioned before the top executives of the two organisations weren't your usual team.
As long it wasn't them, even if someone died among them, they would only sneer in contempt. Teamwork? Camaraderie? There was no such thing as that. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
If anything they would even rub salt into the wound just to aggravate the other party. Like what was happening right now.
"Heh, I thought that you said you finished the Aberrant. But from what I see it's far from over and it doesn't seem like you can fight anymore in your condition. Do you need my heal? If so then beg for it. If I can feel your sincerity through your words, then I can perhaps throw a heal or two at you. What do you say 'Mister I'm the best'"
Malcom grinned at the other party's misery. He held his healing back, wanting to humiliate Lexus even more.
"Hmph, since that guy is rendered out of commission, it means that I can take the enemy for myself right?"
Except for dungeons which were basically teeming with strong monsters, it was practically very difficult for him to find any opponent that could last even a few minutes against him.
Frustrated and with no place to release his bloodlust, the instinct within him practically screamed every day wanting to draw the blood of his opponent and almost drove him mad. It was for this very reason that he joined the criminal organisation.
This way, he was able to fight every day. However, these opponents were nowhere close to his level and it was practically a boring day every day. That was until today, he had finally found an opponent that could last so long against him.
Not only that, this opponent was strong enough to defeat a member of the organisation like Lexus and give him a sense of dread and exhilaration.
Needless to say, it never appeared to Garder that he would lose after all, in his head he thought that the reason why the Aberrant was able to defeat Lexus was because it was impervious to magic attacks. Which practically put the latter at a disadvantage.
However, since he did not rely on magic and only pure physical strength and skills, there was no way that he would be defeated. That had always been the case for him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't be any more mistaken. Mars had yet to show any of his abilities, up until now he was only fighting with the pure physical stats that came from his race and level. He had yet to activate even a single skill.
It was all in his opponent's head that he was impervious to magic and all that nonsense when in actuality the magic in Lexus' spear wasn't even able to bypass his powerful defensive stats and numerous magic resistances.
Anyways, if Gardar knew who he was up against, there was no way he would be so conceited and smiling right now.
That being said, it was true that using just his physical stats, Mars was unable to defeat the opponents. They weren't just your average run of the mill enemies, but actual powerful adversaries with strength that couldn't be underestimated.
What's more, there were eleven of them.
BANG... Garder swung his hammer with a full body motion, generating immensely powerful berserk winds that slammed towards Mars, causing him to skid back.
"Defeating them one by one would take a lot of time. To impress my lord, I cannot allow these people to hold me back. I guess I will use that skill"
Finally as if having enough of this pointless battle, the Bloodthron demonic warhorse decided to become serious. His choice was backed by the fact that the opponent wasn't weak either.
Mars—There was a reason why Simon chose to give the Bloodthron Demonic Warhorse that name. To understand his reason, one has to first know about the fictional warrior whose name it was based on.
Mars, a ythical warrior who was known for his legendary feat of razing the fortress of Helldor which was said to be impenetrable, singlehandedly. It was said that his strength was like that of an army, his every strike akin to a legion.
On the battlefield, he was like an unstoppable juggernaut, mowing down enemies in masses. An impressive achievement indeed; however, as fate had it, Mars was once renowned as the strongest general of Helldor before its fall.