My Servant System

Chapter 1177: Chapter 1176: Tests of Power (2)



Leaping over the charred or frozen corpses of the cultists that were unlucky enough to be standing near the beams, my serrated blade sliced through flesh and cut through bone as I began to increase my kill count once more, the thrill of participating in a massacre flooding my veins once more.

The soldiers we were fighting alongside took a more methodical approach to this battle, but now that I was finally able to slip my leash just a little bit... of course I was going to take this opportunity to stretch, especially with Jahi continuing to make herself the primary target on this side of the city.

It was hard for her to not be the primary target what with her gold glow, gigantic stature and extremely noticeable blue skin and horns that set her apart from the typical Caninekin that lived in the Sultanate.

All eyes were on this particular threat even as others began to make themselves known, and that split attention was all I needed to make an even earlier mark for myself as I barreled through a weak section of the shields and opened up a new gap for Anput to widen even more, my mate right behind me as she both aided me and defended me at the same time.

Zahrah even began to join in as she got to work with her knives, the Death Jackal headhunting the more dangerous looking cultists as she slipped around the guard of the cultists and searched for her own marks.

Once again we had made our way from zero to one hundred in no time at all, and this time we were pressing that advantage and that power as much as we could before we were forced to take our foot off the gas, which meant that I could indulge my more base desires for a few dozen seconds or more.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The feeling of something watching us was obvious to us all, but the lack of action as I skewered a man's throat before blowing a woman's cranium into pieces with my favorite - and messy – shotgun blast of ice shards let me know we had some time to kill before those eyes got closer.

And making every second matter was a fun little game for me as I mixed speed and power into a single deadly package for the cultists, who were caught unaware for this sort of strategy as they anticipated yet another uniform and structured attack on them thanks to the ranks of soldiers behind me.

Sadly for them I didn't really want to become a piece of that well oiled machine that was currently hacking and slashing at the various shields in front of them when I could instead strike out on my own and avoid it entirely by having my fun in the backfields.

The equipment that they used was all uniform as well, these cultists having good armor and weapons that they brandished at me while hoping that the enchantments that they had would be enough to block an attack, but sadly for them the cutting power of not only Fiendish steel but also Water and Wind Mana was incredibly potent.

Even more so when those helixes of mana were constantly moving and gaining more speed the longer the enchantment on the blade was activated; using not only the sharpness of Wind Mana but also the pressure of concentrated Water Mana was quite honestly a cheat when it came to cutting through metal, and there was little that they could do to counter it.

That was why there were three headless corpses laying on the ground behind me and why a few more cultists were cradling stumps or giant holes in their bodies that simply made fighting impossible; with Anput acting as my shadow I didn't need to worry about any last moment adrenaline rushes from them as she used her longer blade to finish them off while I moved onto the next one.

Keeping myself moving and traveling around in a helix of my own was thrilling, especially since I could loop back around and create a new hole in the cultist's line to welcome some friends into the backfields with me, spreading confusion amongst our foes as I traveled based entirely on what felt right and not on what made sense.

It was a chaotic style that worked well as I satiated my need for blood here and now, slaking my thirst and preparing for the actual fights to come as I chopped an arm off before slitting someone's throat and enjoying the sight of that gorgeous crimson liquid spraying into the air. Being given an ample amount of targets to go around and play with while waiting for the main event was a blessing to me, especially since the more I killed the more experience I gained, which would make me stronger; it was hitting so many different things all at once that I was a bit worried I might experience a dopamine overload.

If there was such a thing to worry about anyways, especially since there was a constant and healthy reminder that a few different entities were watching this from afar, waiting and plotting for their eventually reveal as we dealt with their followers.

These lowly, bland mortals with a smidgeon of power that were desperately clawing at an idea and ideal that never had room for them anyways; showing these cultists that they were simply wrong via the killing of their comrades was cathartic to me.

It wasn't ideal for me to have to deal with all of these grunts when I knew there were real threats lurking just out of sight, but in that same vein I was thrilled that there was the opportunity to stretch and flex all at the same time as I danced between the various dead mortals walking and delivered them into that early grave they had reserved for themselves.

The simplicity of this massacre was going to be immediately contrasted by the complexity of the fights against the Fiends and Caliphs that were waiting for us, so I - and many others - basked in this simplicity for as long as we could, knowing that there were difficulties soon to come.

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