Chapter 4 Divine Envoys vs Mercenaries

The curtain of the sand had appeared beyond the horizon of their view, Muhammad could feel the galloping energies of the divine gods who were warning them to not involve themselves in the struggle with the Gods. The clashing sound of armor decorated the ears of the mercenaries.

" Damn, there sure are a lot of them."

Jasmine said while taking her cigar and lighter. She bit the butt of the cigar and lit up its head with a gorgeous metal lighter which had jasmine engravings on it. She took off her upper hair band and she tied it on her arms.

" Cap, you better raise our salaries after this. I am buying an expensive wine next week."

She shouted dashing towards the enemies with others. She was a proper level 5 ranger, but she had the weakest lethality in the group. However, that doesn't mean she was the weakest.

" This is going to be a bloodbath for her."

Kusha shook his head with a bitter smile, recalling a terrible memory about her. He remembered she killed every single of her enemies with a barrage of shots and decorated their corpses with her bullets. She was known for her slaughter skill in a circle of mercenaries.

" Kusha, don't just be there. We need to hold them off until the girls come out. Remind Jas, not to be deadly since they are a pain in the ass."

Muhammad warned him, slowly walking towards the wave with his calm expression. Kusha shrugged his shoulders when he heard his words. Honestly, he didn't want to involve himself with Adj'o, Jas, and Cain. They were lunatics like Fallens to him. Especially, Cain who always duels against strong monsters and humans.

" Well, then I will do my best."

Kusha sighed, taking out his knuckles from his pouch. The knuckles had giant thorns on its end and they had mana engravings on them to boost their performance. Simple yet deadly weapon against his enemies. Once he closes the distance, Kusha would slaughter his enemies without fail.

Muhammad turned his head around as he speed up. His eyes were focused on a man with golden armor. His bright red cape was fluttering in the wind as he commanded his soldiers to attack. Furthermore, he was looking at him with a provocative look.

Swoosh*

Muhammad appeared in front of him like a ghost. He raised his head to match his eyes.

" I have never thought they would send you here, Abel."

Muhammad narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge his thought.

" Iron Sand, I never thought you would be here too. Are you still following orders of the mountain man?"

Abel calmly said, dismounting from his proud horse. His golden armor made no sound as they weren't metal.

" Why did the great God of the Sun have to involve himself in this matter? She is a dead God."

Muhammad asked for his intentions since he wasn't clear about the relationship between the gods.

" So, he didn't tell you that she was one of the progenitors of the fallen gods. She invented a taboo that shouldn't be in this world. The celestial world already warned her about this, yet she caused this endless bloodshed. I will show no mercy to her inheritor."

Abel said, drawing his sword from its sheath. His sword was glowing brightly under the sun like it was one of its rays. The runes of the sword absorbed the heat and light of the sun to strengthen itself and its user.

" Sword of the sun- Mahesh. It is an honor to see it in person."

Muhammad said while brandishing his scimitar.

He was wary of this weapon because it was forged by the gods and its user had access to divine power which could twist the law of the world like runes. His forehead was sweating with cold sweat as he imagined the worst case.

" Relax, I won't kill you. I will just sever your limbs until the girl's death. Then I will attach it again. You are a hero who needs to be alive. Besides, the God of the desert would be in a rage, if his warrior dies in this place."

Abel spoke, igniting his energy and fire. His golden hair was shining like a sun along with his armor. As one of the highest fighters in the battle, Abel was an expert known for his sharp style.

Muhammad didn't back down as he parried his sword. His eyes directly locked on Abel's eyes. Muhammad was reading his moves with his dynamic vision. He knew a scimitar can't stab like a sword with piercing power, but it had more slashing power thanks to its unique curve.

" You are on my turf. I wouldn't let you succeed even if you are representing God."

Muhammad slashed his sword down.