Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

780 Chapter 780- One Man Army (2)

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.

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?"

A warrior with a wide frame and carrying a huge cudgel stepped forward. His entire body was marked with war paints and scars from battles that he carried around like battle trophies.

Out of all the people, he was the one who was decked out in the least amount of armour. However, one look at his impressive and toned muscles which had been trained to their limits, was enough to tell people that even without the need for armour, just penetrating through that steel like muscles would prove an insanely difficult task.

It was for this reason that the warrior did not wear any armour on his upper body. It was because he had full confidence in his steel like muscles.

"Hoh? Are you going up next, Garder?"

Everybody cheered seeing the next contender step up. Given how cheerful they looked even after one of their teammates was defeated, it didn't look like they were seeing this as a battle, but more like a game.

Since one player was out, it was time for another player to replace the first.

Carrying the enormous cudgel on his shoulder, Garder jumped. His impressive physical strength allowed him to rise as high as ten meters before landing in front of Lexus.

"Kuh!! I'm not done yet, I will be the one to defeat that thing" clutching his wound and struggling to get up, the latter said with vehemence.

"Haha, for how long can you keep that tough guy act? Just accept it that you lost just like a good loser. Now, get aside or else I will kick you out, I don't have time for losers. It's my turn to experience the might of the Aberrant that you couldn't defeat".

At this moment, the figure of Mars could be seen walking out of the dust. As soon as he appeared, a huge cudgel swung from overhead and carrying a mountain crushing force with it, came attacking him.

BANG… the hammer was stopped by the bloodthorn which did not even budge while facing a weapon many times bigger and heavier than it.

"Oh? You are quite strong Aberrant. No wonder, you were able to injure Lexus to that point. However, I am different from the guy over there who focuses more on magic rather than on physical combat. He is a disgrace for a warrior".

Unlike Lexus who uses magic as his primary attack, Garder on the other hand focuses purely on physical strength. He believed that only overwhelming physical strength could triumph over everything.

His attacks were also like beasts ferocious and heavy. Although it did not have any flashy aspects, it was refined to the extreme and had no shortcomings. Plus coupled with that ludicrous strength of his, he was like a berserk typhoon invincible and unstoppable.

[Raging Elephant Avalanche], [Vorpal Hammer Assault], [Mountain Shattering Slam]…

Garder came down with one powerful attack after another all the while carrying a smile of excitement on his face. This was the first time in a while he was able to let loose.

Ever since he was an adventurer, he was a fighting enthusiast. Perhaps a little too much which caused his other teammates to be discontent with him.

One day, the arguments with his teammates got out of control and he accidentally ended up killing one of them. From then on, he became blacklisted by the Adventurer's Association and was barred from entering any high ranking dungeon.

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.