An Extra’s POV

"Hahaha! Lambs to the slaughter!"

As the man's deep, yet playful voice echoed in the dead of night, the bodies of everyone present shivered.

The air itself was vibrating as it congratulated his appearance.

As he placed the giant club he wielded on his shoulder, the beads he wore clattered and danced, bearing on his massive chest.

"Hehehe… look at their faces. They look like sniveling rats!"

As he said this, the hundred or so men that he commanded burst out into laughter.

He wasn't wrong, though.

The moment most of the people who gazed at him were able to fully capture his presence, they were shaking profusely.

Was it because they were surrounded by a hundred people? No… not really.

They could simply be protected like before.

Then what was it? What could cause such fear among the very people that had experienced safe travels thus far?

It had to do with the man who was speaking.

"T-that is… Ogun!"

"What is he doing here? H-how…?"

"This bad… really bad!"

The voices of the scared men reached the ears of the giant dark-skinned man, and he burst out into more laughter.

"Looks like you're not totally blinded by the darkness. You all know how fucked you are!"

More laughter echoed from the men around.

They were all dressed considerably casually. Other than a few Enchanted Items and weapons that they wielded, they looked like mere ruffians.

One could even think they weren't really serious about the plunder and slaughter they were intending on partaking in.

The reason for their lackadaisical attitude towards their gear and even proper defensive measures was due to the colossal being that was their champion.

Ogun; the Warrior of Blood and Iron!

He was one of the Nine Heads of the Mercenary Gang; a savage warrior who craved the blood of his victims and loved the thrill of battle.

His mere presence alone was enough to elicit sheer intimidation, and his power commanded respect.

Even his name was enough to make one tremble.

Even Yuri, the fearless warrior of the KariBlanc Group, was not immune to the pressure he exuded.

"How… did you get in here? W-what happened to the buyer?" She managed to ask while summoning her blade to take a battle stance.

"Oho? This bitch has got some nerve… asking me questions like that…"

slightly, showing just how intimidated

she refused to back

"Well, let's see…"

causing

caused many

Yuri maintained

you're talking about that artifact thingy, we swiped it

her teeth as she watched the ebony man pull out

round, and it was covered in

towards Yuri, allowing it to roll on the ground as it

a souvenir, but you can keep

Yuri's shoes, and she looked down to see

It was an eyeball.

"You…"

to brighten in rage, and energy swelled

fear and embraced the wrath that was slowly

this, except Yuri, Asher, and Lord Blanc himself, but the man whose

one who saw her skill with the

Yet… here he was—dead.

"I'LL KILL YOU…!!!"

~BOOOM!~

towards the

[Warrior's Mantle]. Pink

Still she wasn't done.

had a privilege, among others, that allowed her

~Rampage~

functioning mental faculties, she would be granted

to triple the

screamed, unable to properly utter coherent words

she charged, parting the winds

was able to traverse the several meters that existed between her and

gripped her sword to deliver

However…

~CLANG!~

blade was met with the unyielding force of her opponent's spiky

made contact, sending a shockwave flying

"GRRRRR!!!"

to his unprotected right flank to deal another damage, but before she realized it, the club was

~SWOOSH!~

rose up, pushing Yuri into the air with the brute strength being

made her even more

away from the

air and landed right behind him—her

with the most power

~SWOOOSH!~

strike, the sword came crashing

And a second later—

"E-eh…?!"

blade shattered, all without drawing a single drop of

brought back temporary clarity, as her eyes became clear for just a second, allowing