The Amber Sword

Requiem(15)

Brendel raised his longsword. Longhorn Devils were one of the few highly intelligent devils who fought within melee range in the Sulfur River. Their appearance bore a slight resemblance to that of a naked Werejackal (TL: Werewolves,but instead of wolves,jackals.). However, their size was vastly more massive than the Werejackals. No one knew the exact origin of the Longhorn Devils. The first Longhorn Devils appeared in the Bloodfire Lands of the lower Sulfur River. It was said that Imps which had experienced hundreds of battles were promoted to their current appearance.

Some of the Longhorn Devils’ features did retain the Imp’s characteristics, be it the identical purple-red skin or the sharp teeth and claws. In fact, when viewed from the back, it itself looked like an Imp that was several times larger, apart for the devolution of its fleshy wings and the fact that its tail had become a little stiffer in order to maintain its balance.

Even more importantly, every Longhorn Devil had proven to have a wealth of combat experience. There were practically no juvenile Longhorn Devils. Every Longhorn Devil discovered by the Holy Cathedral of Fire was an adult, and adult Longhorn Devils had strength that was almost equivalent to Elemental Activation’s true powers.

In other words, Brendel had to deal with three Elemental Activated monsters at the same time. Before he had time to think about it, the three Longhorn Devils were already charging with large strides.

Brendel pulled out the King Buni’s Concealment Cloak from the Dimensional Space and handed it to Amandina, who was beside him. The Concealment Cloak only lasted for about four minutes a day, so the most appropriate use right now would be giving it to Amandina to allow her to find the portal’s node as quickly as possible without any worries.

As she took the cloak, Amandina bit her lip and looked at Brendel. Since she already understood how to use the cloak, she didn’t need Brendel to explain anything. After a brief pause as she slipped it on, she already covered herself with it and disappeared out of sight the next moment.

He was slightly startled before remembering that he made this when he had been practicing alchemy. Honestly, it wouldn’t be all that useful on a battlefield like this.

However, Brendel still took it out and hurled it at the devil.

The Longhorn Devil was shocked when it saw Brendel’s attack and hurriedly dodged to the side, but then it realized that it was just an ordinary dagger. It couldn’t help but scream in anger, while Brendel laughed from the other side; he hadn’t expected this stroke of genius to do him a small favor.

The devils pounced yet again.

Brendel retreated again and rolled backward. Another dagger was thrown at the Longhorn Devil, but this time, the devil didn’t fall for it and blocked it with its hand, knocking the dagger away. It didn’t even break the devil’s skin.

Brendel immediately threw out a third dagger.

He had made many such daggers during his practice earlier, so the later ones were made of ordinary materials, which made them even less powerful than the first one. The dagger he threw was no threat to the devils and was simply pure mockery.

It only took a few moments for the Longhorn Devils to almost go mad. They were also within striking distance of Brendel. Two of the Longhorn Devils had even circled around to block Brendel’s retreat, while the remaining one pounced with a roar.

Once again, Brendel flung another dagger.

That dagger hit the devil squarely in the chest.

Without even looking at it, it was ready to knock the thing away. To the devil, it actually felt like a child grabbing a handful of sand and tossing it at the devil. It was no use throwing things at the devil if you didn’t hit its eyes.

However, this time, it could tell that something was wrong right after touching the dagger.

The moment it sensed something was slightly different, it lowered its head, unbidden. It was surprised to see that Brendel had thrown some sort of monstrous cone instead of a dagger. The Longhorn Devil couldn’t figure out what it was despite its extreme intelligence.

But it didn’t really need to figure it out.

Because at the very next moment, a terrifying pain was already coming from its chest. The Longhorn Devil saw magic disintegrating on its body. Its massive body was shattering as if it had crumbled. Dark magic power surged forth and formed a black hole, pulling the devil back in a blink of an eye.

It was pulled back into the ground of the Sulfur River.

After a while, only the final screams of that devil were left in the heavy rain.

Even Brendel was shocked. What he threw was naturally the terrifying Godslayer Cone. However, he didn’t expect for it to not only disintegrate the devil’s power, nor did he expect it to deny the very existence of a being like the devil that was projected onto the Principal Material Plane.

Having witnessed it with his own eyes, Brendel raised his head, dumbstruck. He now understood why players called it a nuclear weapon back in the day.

Whoever held it had the potential to be a terrorist.

There were two more Longhorn Devils. Brendel subconsciously tried to get up. However, the bones in his body hurt like they were falling apart. Even he didn’t know if the devils would ever give him a chance. Presumably not, as the Longhorn Devils were not fools.