The Evil Godâs Fourth Disciple, Cannibal Garup, was, as his title suggests, a demon that enjoyed eating people.
He opened his mouth, revealing the sharp serrated teeth within. However, his teeth were made of bronze.
His arms were covered in tough scales, and black fur covered the areas in between.
Garupâs large, long nails were made of bronze and were definitely a lethal weapon, one designed to kill humans.
He rushed at Kang Oh and swung his sharp nails.
In response, Kang Oh swung Akanhoff.
Akanhoffâs purple blade clashed with Garupâs bronze nails.
However, his bronze nails were completely unscathed, and Kang Ohâs sword hand stung.
Akanhoffâs special ability, Absolute Destruction, would destroy its target faster or slower depending on how tough it was.
If his nails were this tough, then he didnât need to go out of his way to destroy them. Heâd rather attack Garupâs body instead.
Garup swung his left arm once more.
Kang Oh parried Garupâs nails with his longsword.
Then, he stabbed his right chest with Blood.
The heart was on the opposite side, or it shouldâve been, but red shards of light burst out.
Unlike normal people, Garupâs heart was on his right side. Although this was his first time meeting Kang Oh, his first attack had gone straight for his heart!
âWhat do you mean? My Hyper Intuition told me.â
His Hyper Intuition had pointed out the right side of his chest as a weak point.
Kang Oh remained silent, and continuously swung his swords.
However, the stab wound Blood had left behind instantly closed up!
âSuper Regeneration!â
Now he knew what Garupâs special ability was.
There were two methods of dealing with enemies with such rapid regeneration.
Seal their regeneration, or deal damage that exceeds what they can heal.
Kang Oh didnât possess a healing debuff, so he chose the latter.
His two demon swords clashed with Garupâs bronze nails again and again.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
At some point, Garup was unable to withstand Kang Ohâs assault.
After all, Mad Windâs Sword was a secret move that progressively increased the speed of oneâs attacks.
Swish, slash, swish, slash!
In an instant, Kang Oh tore through Garupâs body! Shards of light burst from his body like firecrackers.
However, Garupâs regeneration was far greater than he expected.
Slash left behind a wound at the area of impact. However, Garupâs regeneration instantly mended the wound.
At the same time, Garup gathered red energy in his mouth.
It was a skill that dealt damage proportional to how much damage heâd taken.
Powerful energy, reminiscent of a dragonâs breath, shot out of his mouth.
Heâd taken a significant amount of damage, so its power was tremendous.
âUgh.â Kang Oh crossed his demon swords and protected himself. It was already too late to dodge it.
Vengeful Breath slammed into his twin swords and pushed him back, leaving a lengthy indentation in the ground. Shards of light flew everywhere.
Still, Kang Oh managed to protect his vitals, so he didnât take too much damage.
Kang Oh quickly got back into position.
âHaha, Iâll eat your head last. Watch as I eat your body piece by piece.â Garup laughed. His mouth was so oddly shaped that it looked like he came straight out of a horror movie.
Kang Oh switched Blood with Ubist. Then, he pulled out a mass-produced sword from his inventory.
All of his abilities were increased twofold!
âThis will be your grave.â Kang Oh rushed at him like a mad beast.
Nazaranâs fist unleashed powerful energy.
The cross-shaped energy flew towards a pudgy, pig-faced demon.
The demon gave off a burnt smell as it fell backwards.
Nazaran leapt into the air and repeatedly swung his fists.
Spheres of chi shot out of his fists, bombarding the demons and Evil God Worshippers from above.
It truly was like a bombardment; the ground was upturned, and both the Evil God Worshippers and the demons flew everywhere.
âHowâs that!?â Nazaran landed on the floor, boastfully opened his arms, and stared at Saru. âThis is my power!â or so he seemed to say.
However, Saru wasnât concerned with him in the least. He was completely focused on dealing with the Evil God Worshippers.
Nazaran focused on his hands, while Saru focused on his feet.
Saruâs kick struck an Evil God Worshipperâs head.
The Evil God Worshipperâs head was crushed and red shards of light burst out, as if a watermelon had just exploded.
He smoothly turned his body around, and launched another kick.
The Evil God Worshipperâs body flew into the air, and plummeted to the ground. That was the end of him.
Saru leapt into the air, and swung his heel downwards at a demon.
Crushing Downward Strike!
The four armed, goat-headed demon fell to the floor.
Then, flying monsters came rushing at them. This time, Saru used a jump kick.
Those struck by his feet exploded as if theyâd been implanted with a bomb.
Thatâs just how powerful his kicks were.
âMm.â Nazaran couldnât help but be astonished by Saruâs skill.
Saru truly was amazing. Still, he couldnât let Saru take his future position as High Priest.
âIâm his first disciple.â Nazaran kicked off the floor. He had to kill more enemies than Saru did.
The Invincible Gladiator, Burkan!
The High Priest of Blood and Iron, Mahakan!
Both of them were Masters. Their enemies were absolutely no match for them.
Thus, the Evil Godâs Disciples took them on.
âCome on, you heretics!â the Evil Godâs Third Disciple, Slaughter Lubatchi yelled.
Lubatchi, whose body was covered in tattoos of people writhing in pain, took on Mahakan.
The third disciple specialized in destruction!
He was capable of ripping people in half with his bare hands, and boasted the greatest physical strength amongst the disciples.
âFollowers of the Evil God, return to the void!â Mahakanâs cry resounded throughout the battlefield.
Mahakan was the one whoâd taught Nazaran and Saru how to properly throw a punch or kick! He was a true fighter, one who was proficient in both his hands and feet.
He instantly closed the distance, and the twoâs fists crashed against each other.
In terms of raw strength, Lubatchi was stronger. However, strength wasnât everything in a fight.
Mahakan used all sorts of Fighter skills against Lubatchi.
While he was busy dealing with Lubatchi, Burkan faced another one of the Evil Godâs Disciples.
âAre you my opponent?â Burkan asked.
A woman wearing a black dress stood before him; she was extremely beautiful, but gave off a decadent feel.
âThatâs right.â Her voice was so sweet.
This was the Evil Godâs Second Disciple, Bewitching Sora!
She specialized in the Evil Godâs wicked spells and illusions.
âI wonât go easy on you just because youâre a woman.â Burkan narrowed his eyes and pointed his gladius at her.
Sora smiled and opened her black book. Then, a tremendous amount of dark energy flowed from the book.
âI canât let her do that.â
Burkan immediately rushed at her and swung his gladius.
Fighting Spiritâs Aura!
Red energy surged from his blade like a roaring fire, and cleaved through the wicked energy.
However, Sora was nowhere to be found amidst the dissipating black energy.
An evil spirit came flying at him from behind.
Curse that Inflicts Horrible Pain!
Burkan quickly turned his body and swung his gladius upwards.
The diagonal line split the evil spirit in two.
However, the evil spirit was only the beginning.
Sora continuously cast spell after spell.
Jailaâs Bronze Harpoon!
Flaming Earth that Melts Skin!
Poison Mist that Inflicts Horrible Pain!
Bronze spears rained down at him from above, and black flames that smelt of sulfur surged from the ground. Green poisonous mist spread everywhere too.
Sora wasnât just aiming at Burkan.
The nearby paladins and monks choked and fell to the floor, or were run through by the spears.
âYou witch!â Burkan pierced through the wicked spells and swung his sword.
A demonic shield appeared before her, blocking Burkanâs strike.
âHmph, this wonât stop me!â Burkan instantly swung his sword thrice.
It only took three strikes for him to break through the shield.
Sora widened her eyes. Heâd broken the shield faster than sheâd anticipated.
Burkan wasnât lying when he said he wouldnât go easy on her. He immediately cleaved through her with his blade.
A fistful of shards of red light fell from her body.
However, Burkan couldnât attack her anymore. Sora transformed into black smoke and disappeared.
Burkan quickly looked around, and chased after her once she reappeared.
The Rakan Paladins, Monks, and Priests did their damndest to stop the demons and the Evil God Worshippers.
âFollow the true god!â
The Evil God Worshippers fought like hell. After all, there was a reason they couldnât back down.
They needed to reclaim the sacred treasure that the Great Temple of Rakan possessed!
Thus, it was only natural that the battle between these two forces was both intense and bloody.
A paladin, whoâd been half eaten by a demon, swung his mace and crushed the demonâs head. An Evil God Worshipper, who had a hole blown in his chest via a monkâs fist, bit into the monkâs neck, killing them both.
The priests did everything in their power to heal their brothers and sisters. Eventually, they got caught in the crossfire; they were either hit by an Evil God Worshipperâs spell or curse, or the demons ate them.
However, Valan was relaxed this whole time; it was like he was taking a stroll through the park.
Whenever he swung his sword, he would kill a great number of Evil God Worshippers and demons.
âValan! Valan! Valan!â
Just his presence, the presence of a Grandmaster, raised the troopsâ morale.
Who could possibly stop him!?
However, the demons parted, and out came a man wearing a bronze mask with a greatsword strapped to his back.
The Devilâs Sword, Sraka!
How exactly had he come back to life? Valan had given up an arm to kill him last time!
âWe meet again,â Sraka said.
âThey revived you again? How? They shouldnât have enough souls to bring you back,â Valan said expressionlessly.
Jailaâs sacred treasure, Ilunatiâs Snake, was capable of reviving the dead. In exchange, it required several peopleâs lives as fuel.
In order to revive a Grandmaster like Sraka, it would require at least 10,000 sacrifices.
If the Evil God Worshippers had killed that many people, then he wouldâve known about it by now. However, he hadnât heard anything at all.
How exactly had they revived him?
âLord Jailaâs miraculous knife,â Sraka said curtly.
There were already countless souls contained within Jailaâs Knife.
âNow then. If you have no other questions, letâs move on to killing each other again.â Sraka drew his greatsword. âIt wonât end like last time.â
The Guardian of the Continent, Valan!
The Devilâs Sword, Sraka!
The two Grandmasters clashed once more.
The Evil Godâs First Disciple, Divine Punishment Amak, accompanied the demons.
He held the Ilunatiâs Snake and Jailaâs Knife in either hand, but his loose black robes concealed them.
âThis way.â Amak slowly walked in a certain direction, guided by Jailaâs Knife.
âItâs him.â He found his target and smiled wickedly.
The Steel Monk, Nazaran, who bravely swung his fists and destroyed the demons!
Jailaâs Knife shook when pointed at him.
The sacred treasure possessed the ability to sense oneâs deepest, darkest ambitions.
The more violently it shook, the greater the individualâs ambition.
âWe canât afford to fail.â
Amakâs body dimmed more and more. He then quietly approached Nazaran.
âDie, you dirty bastards!â Nazaran kept swinging his fists, intent on killing more demons and Evil God Worshippers than his fellow priest, Saru.
All of a sudden, a thin hand stabbed his back with a knife.
âUgh!â Nazaran cried out, feeling the sudden pain in his back.
Things had gone as planned, so Amak quickly withdrew Jailaâs Knife, and disappeared while remaining invisible.
âW-What?â Nazaran turned around, only to see nothing there. He stroked the area where heâd felt the pain, but that too had disappeared.
Nazaran tilted his head and went back to killing demons. He had no idea that a seed had been planted inside his body.