Chapter 141: Multiple Enemies

The scene was a blazing chaos, both literally and figuratively. Strax, Monica, Beatrice, and Samira were at the center of a frenzied melee, fighting with relentless fury and cutting through the attackers with a violent efficiency. The flaming swords of Strax and Samira illuminated the darkness of the forest as they cut through the shadows that surrounded them.

Fortunately, the forest hadn't caught fire yet as they burned several foes alive...

"Damn it! Does this shit ever end? Are they what? Clones?" Strax shouted, slicing a man in half without remorse. It was now a matter of kill or be killed.

Strax continued to spin and slay, his movements swift and precise as if he danced through the carnage. His enemies tried to encircle him, but the skill he had acquired with the flaming swords turned him into a hurricane of destruction. The blades burned with an intensity that seemed to consume not only the bodies but also the darkness around them.

Strax was the one dealing the most damage, but the women held their own. Monica, with her sharp dagger, moved with near-supernatural agility. She weaved through attackers with impeccable grace, her movements a blend of elegance and lethality. Each strike was a fatal blow, the dagger slicing through the enemies' defenses with lethal precision.

Whenever an attacker tried to approach Strax, Monica was there to neutralize him before any harm could be done. Despite not being the best combatant, she fought with everything she had.

The numbers kept increasing, and they couldn't comprehend what was happening. There were so many... but how? How could there be so many?

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Strax read the message while continuing to kill more and more. "What the hell is going on, system!" he shouted, already beginning to tire of the endless stream of enemies. It was like a river of blood.

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KABOOM!

The fire energy exploded against the trunk, creating a massive breach. Through the smoldering debris, Strax saw the source of the multiplication: a hooded mage wielding the same weapons and clothes, but with a staff in hand and an intense aura of magical energy. The mage was focused on maintaining the multiplication ability, but the explosion caused a disruption in his power.

"Hrgh!" The mage cried out in pain and surprise, his concentration shattering as the multiplication ability began to dissipate.

"You bastard!" Strax roared, charging towards the mage. With a swift and decisive movement, he attacked the mage with his flaming swords, slicing through the magical defenses and hitting the enemy with relentless force. The flames from the swords engulfed the mage, burning him with an intensity that seemed to consume all of his magical energy.

The mage tried to defend himself, but Strax's strength and fury were overwhelming. With a final scream of desperation, the mage fell to the ground, his multiplication ability finally neutralized.

Strax turned to Monica and Beatrice, seeing that they were exhausted but still standing. "Monica, Beatrice, it's almost over. Just hold the formation and finish off the remaining ones!" he ordered, his voice filled with fury directed at the remaining enemies.

But before he could make another move, the multiplied bodies began to collapse and disappear in black smoke, leaving only variously sized corpses on the ground.

"Ah, damn it," Strax muttered, sitting down on the ground. The area around the carriage was a pool of blood and dead bodies. Apparently, when the clones died, they remained on the ground without turning to smoke.

"That was close," Strax said, his body sweaty and worn out as he looked up at the sky. "Damn it, I need to get stronger."

He took a moment to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts of how to prevent such situations in the future. The battle had been fierce, but the victory had come at a cost. Strax knew he couldn't afford to be caught off guard again.