147 - exchange part 2

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"Your presence guarantees humanity survives. Our deaths are a meagre sacrifice in exchange. To die for the greater good of the whole species... Such bliss would overwhelm the already suppressed fear of death~ ahhh~" (?2) An ecstatic expression warped around his cheek bones and chin as his shoulder wriggled under his cloak.

"... I guess I'll have to take down humanity to crumble your annoying will. [Demonic energy]. I've already stolen the location data, you criminals are no longer needed. "

Broken down by brute force, [demonic energy] forcefully disrupted and dispersed the remaining mana building up the powerful fantasy. Motive didn't matter if the other party was not sane. A cult could never be trusted, whether you were revered as a god or not. To simply claim a cult following as a religion is foolish, it's better to have a benevolent god than a warmonger anyway.

Revealing under the extensive illusion was the moonlight, we hadn't changed locations from the previous night... Or 10 minutes ago. The largest discrepancy of the illusion... Time moves too slowly. The radar of [demonic energy] worked in real time, tracking time was part of it. Rather than looking at it as 20 different types of radars, it would be more convenient to view it as a composite tracking tool that gathered, sorted and filtered the relevant information. Such as a slow moving clock that was practically glaring in the face of that fake reality.

The difference in 10 minutes was enough to have me surrounded by around 80 random lackeys. Or I HAD been surrounded. Glistening and wafting under the moonlight, was the accentuated stench of blood that practically flared up normal functioning noses. A path... No a battlefield of carnage had laid itself out naturally, in the end the existence of magic... Will never let numbers dominate the superior f

party.

The stench was so horribly thick as flesh, muscle and blood have been spread all over the ground in a savage manner. One would think it should have been done by a beast to leave corpses in such a horrible state. Only those used to war and battle could even bare the smell of multiple fluids distributed to the surroundings, and remain conscious. Some had their knees gave out, others relapsed into releasing discharge from view of the brutality. Others fell victim.

In a fit of blind anger, jet black tentacles with purple outlines materialise from the ground, impaling numerous bodies at once. They swayed and swirled around into the air, as if expressing their frustration at being born for such a stupid reason. Forming arcs in mid-air before crashing down underground.

Reinforcements, rescue efforts, sacrifices, they were all useless if the large scale attack simply didn't cease immediately. No, it kept going, and going, and going, and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going and going.

After tentacles had risen out of the ground, more rose from below and next to it, replacing them in a grotesque manner akin to teeth sprouting out repeatedly. Such an image was repeatedly materialising over and over, an inhumane piece of art that tore the average person's soul to their very core. It wouldn't be a surprise if survivors came out with severe trauma or other underlying disorders. By then, would it really be counted as living if their lives were extremely disrupted?

The attack was activated in a radius, forming a tangible barrier of corpses. It didn't function as a proper magic barrier, but it managed to resemble one. Such an atrocity should not have been permitted to occur. Various different sounds flooded the street, cries, shrieks, begging, griefing, mourning, dying.

"Would you desecrate your comrade's corpses to end this? I have critical information on all your locations! Did you think my range was limited?"

The 2 original cloaked figures and the leader, Motori had long retreated to safer ground and dodged the half-heartedly thrown tentacles. The lower part of the hierarchy also valued their lives, long abandoning the battle after the first batch of reinforcements received slaughter without being able to put up resistance.

"I see, were you an enemy from the start? I still believe you are our God, taking those precious lives will only make your heart ache." (Motori)

"I'm going in. Something that violent cannot be our god." (?1)

Landing with a large booming sound, a miniature crater forms in the middle of the field, right between the line of corpses and myself. Debris flew into the air as a menacing aura flooded out the entrances of his body, engulfing the air and mana in the surrounding space. An aura skill, most likely an extreme physical self enhancement. Light bent around, quivering from the pressure, forming a pale grey hue. Auras could aid the user and deter enemies, sometimes they aren't even formed from skills but by magic.

Magic can form without being converted into skills, in those cases it would be an effect of a class or a vaguely related skill. These magic are instinctual and automatic, mastering them would form the complete skills which are more superior. Otherwise they run the risk of accidental activation. To want to avoid that, doesn't need an explanation.

In this case, his aura was formed from magic. The effect is faint, but it most likely has the effect of resisting curses and debuffs, including mental and physical fatigue.

Picking up on the relevant information, my [demonic energy] radars began to process and decipher through his multi-layered defenses.

Name: Altroa Kenzan

Class: Blade manipulator

Lv: 843. Points:0

Health: 10 000 000/10 000 000

Mana: 10 500 000/10 500 000

Strength: 5 136 000

Vitality: 1 000 000

Intelligence: 1 050 000

Agility: 2 750 000

"... I see, so that was your plan all along... " (Kenzan)

"... Well yeah. Did you forget how exp works in this world?" It was a given. Monsters are born with a set level, while humans continue to acquire exp as long as they level up. In terms of 'exp', humans have far far more due to accumulation. Thus my leveling growth skyrocketed.

Name: Lilith

Class: assassin -> Reaper

Level: 675 Points: 0

Health: 80 000/80 000

Mana: 1 000 000/1 000 000

Strength: 1 250 000

Vitality: 8000

Intelligence: 100 000

Agility: 9 012 000

Skills:

[Demonic energy]

[Stealth-tier 2->3]

[Illusion-tier 2->3]

[Dagger arts-tier 2->3]

[Sword arts-tier 2->3]

[Shadow step-tier 4]

[Mana control-tier 4]

"How... How did you class up?! The nearest church is quite a distance away..." (Kenzan) His deep voice slightly wavered for half a second before managing to croak out a reply. It was only natural, something abnormal beyond logic has just occurred.

"Haven't I told you? My range isn't that limited. I simply extended a tentacle to said church and clicked the interface from there. Did you think I wouldn't keep my word?"

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Her eyes narrowed, shifting the tone of the battlefield by brute force. Her "word" that she kept, something about it sounded completely unnatural. A promise, when did they keep a promise? No, it was a declaration then. The declaration to wipe out humanity. A god had supposedly been set off on the human race. Kenzan's cheeks stiffened in response, cold sweat naturally started to permeate.

He could not see her skills due to interferences in his detections skills, most likely an impregnable encryption set by [demonic energy]. However, through all of this was a rather limited and depressing miracle. He could still see her stats, no... She was showing them off on purpose. Her speed almost reaching 4 times his own could easily obliterate him from a tiny slip up.

Such was the burden of humanity on his shoulders, he needed a plan and fast.