"Ha! Die!" bellowed a robust centaur warrior, his fierce face breaking into a smile of victory as he faced his exhausted opponent. His primary weapon had shattered in the hands of the previous foe, whom he had also vanquished.
This latest adversary was surprisingly tough, but that only meant a more rewarding victory. The centaur warrior had long despised the human thieves, and if not for the fear of their leader, the mysterious dark magician, he would have suggested annihilating them long ago.
So when the five mid-tier professionals charged towards the central formation, aiming for the dark magician, the centaur cavalry did not form a defensive line. Instead, they scattered and began to attack the rear wagons. Letting the dark magician deal with the professionals was the right move. Whichever side fell would benefit the centaur race.
The centaur warrior raised his one-handed axe. Although not his preferred weapon, he was confident in his sheer strength to split his opponent's head in two.
Humans were too weak. Their warriors, despite extensive training, were no match for an adult male centaur. As a centaur who had single-handedly hunted three plains leopards, he held a deep contempt for these frail enemies.
He even saw despair in his prey's eyes, a look he savored, for it gave him a satisfaction that even females of his kind couldn't provide.
But just as his axe was about to decapitate his quarry, a fog clouded his vision!
"A mage!?" The centaur's heart skipped a beat. His survival instincts, honed through countless battles, kicked in. He ignored the powerless prey before him and started to retreat, knowing all too well the frightening power of human magicians. Even a minor fireball spell was not something he could withstand with brute force alone.
But he was too late. Greeting him was a razor-sharp single-handed sword. The blade, gleaming coldly, sliced through his throat and even cleaved his neck bone in half, leaving only a layer of skin connecting his head to his body...
The mighty body of the centaur warrior crashed to the ground, his blood spurting out several meters high.
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Hunt! Slaughter brought an unusual thrill to Felix's heart, like a man tormented by lust suddenly possessing a voluptuous and alluring succubus. What he wanted was a release - a release of desire, of slaughter, of...
The Frost Power, suppressed by the Red Dragon Fruit, surged within him, and a hint of frost appeared on Felix's handsome face.
Indeed, this was no mere description. Ice slowly crept over his eyebrows, spreading to his pale cheeks, eventually forming a crown-like mask of strange ice. The only constant was the blood-red, eerie glow in his eyes – the gaze of the dead.
The blood awakened Felix's heart of slaughter. Transforming into a semi-wraith, he was no longer limited by mere sight. His senses, his attunement to the vibrations of life, easily guided him to his fog-enshrouded prey.
The slaughter began.
Felix's slightly lean figure, like an elegant butterfly, fluttered through the fog. His pale, slender hands gripped the cold sword, mercilessly beheading the centaur thieves.
Headless bodies thudded to the ground, their blood turning the grassy field into a muddy swamp. The thick scent of blood intensified in the air.
Twenty seconds.
That was all the magic power Marina, lacking in strength, could sustain the Fog Spell. Despite her best efforts to extend it, she failed. After all, her magical reserves were limited as an apprentice.
But for Felix, twenty seconds were enough...
When the fog cleared, only a few gasping, exhausted mercenaries and a lean, solitary figure stood quietly on the battlefield by the wagons. At his feet, a pile of centaur heads was stacked in a macabre fashion. Headless centaur bodies lay everywhere, their blood slowly flowing downhill like a spring.
A suffocating, eerie silence!
The human thieves, who had been eagerly following the centaurs to raid the wagons, stood frozen, not daring to advance. The most boisterous among them, who had been shouting about plunder and women, swallowed hard and stealthily retreated a step.
An uncanny silence ensued.
No one knew who among the human thieves first dropped their weapon, but soon the entire band collapsed. They discarded their arms and scattered in the direction they had come. No one understood the combat prowess of the centaur cavalry better than them.
These borderland thieves, often oppressed and bullied by the centaur warriors, now witnessed a mighty centaur fall lifelessly before them, defenseless against the youthful-looking demon in their midst.
The morale of the human thieves quickly crumbled in the face of an insurmountable force. Their only thought was to flee. These bandits were fierce only when their prey was cornered, but when they became the prey, they lost all courage to resist.
As Felix resolved the crisis at the wagon side, a faint shadow slowly emerged behind the human thieves' dark magician. A mysterious woman, clad in black gossamer, known as 'Silver Fox', cautiously plunged her dagger into the magician's heart.
After ten minutes of relentless battle, it finally came to an end.