The remaining eight members of Squad Thousand were not looking good, but wait... wasn’t there someone missing?
On either side of Draco, Lia, the red-eyed rabbit girl, and Mirakil, the blue-haired half-orc rogue, appeared, stabbing into him with their weapons. Lia used a pristine Divine rank dagger while Mirakil used dual short swords like Eva did back in the day.
This insidious attack was sudden and unpredictable, coming from angles that were hard to block and covering all of Draco’s possible escape routes. In fact, looking at it, Lia and Mirakil only appeared when their weapons were on the cusp of piercing Draco’s flesh, so his only response could be to defend himself somehow.
It’s over!
So both parties and almost all onlookers thought in that split second, until Draco simply smiled and reached out a hand.
TING!!!
Like an old father teaching his son, Draco caught the tips of their weapons between his fingers, stopping their entire attack with the ease of a seasoned professional. He wore a kindly smile as he twisted his fingers, shattered both weapons with destruction energy, and reached out to grab the necks of the two who attacked him.
No matter how fast they previously thought they were, they only realized at this moment that Draco had never fully exerted himself!
If Draco was fully exerting himself, like when he had to fight for his life in the void, the narrator would tell you. If the narrator did not specify this fact, then one should realize that this fellow was playing his games again, toying with his opponents.
Now that he had achieved his goal, the play had come to an end, and the slaughter began.
"Tsk, Squad Captain, you’re looking as shit as ever. You once said I would not amount to anything and that it wasn’t even worth knowing my name or history, right?" Draco said as he glanced at Mirakil in his right hand with a smile.
Before the fellow could reply, he burst into black flames that instantly returned him to ash, dissipating with the wind under Draco’s control.
"No need to reply, just disappear into the wind. It’s not worth it to know your situation or history either," Draco remarked gently.
Liandra, in his other hand, gasped with fear, her blood-red eyes widening as she trembled in his grip. Her invisibility ability faltered greatly as she phased in and out of vision, unable to enter due to the sheer suppression from Draco.
"And you, you naughty little rabbit. I’ll keep you around because you can amuse one of my friends, maybe my sister? Then again, I have a cousin who doesn’t have a concubine yet; you could serve him," Draco muttered to himself as he squeezed her neck harder, causing her face to become blue under that white fur.
Draco hesitated and then snapped her neck cruelly, causing Lia’s head to tilt to the side as the light left her eyes. "You stay dead for now. If he takes you, I will resurrect you then."
He then opened a portal with frozen time and tossed her in, preserving her for later while locking her soul into her corpse so that resurrection would be much easier. After that, he glanced at the remaining eight, who were shaking with shock and anger, witnessing two of their own die.
Lightning energy exploded, causing a sparkle of electricity to flash in the sky like an explosion, the destruction energy mixed within turning everything in that sphere into ash, both living and already dead. When the dust cleared, that whole area had been ’noped’ into non-existence.
"Man, your whole team is crumbling really fast with your little boons, huh?" Draco commented snarkily at Makar within his grip, who was half dead as Draco used his Devouring Branch to siphon the fellow’s life force cruelly.
Makar rapidly wilted as his muscular body became fleshless first before turning into a desiccated husk that was only skin. Now dead beyond a doubt, Draco lit the skin up with flames and let it burn as he walked casually toward Sarkin and Kalion, who had stayed back as they were non-combat personnel.
Sarkin was the lizardman who handled item maintenance and repairs on the field, while Kalion was a half-robot magitech freak who handled team stratagems and battlefield communication. Both had been rendered useless so far since Clove had been banished while Byron was turned into a mystic chicken that was foolishly pecking at the grass.
Draco glanced at Kalion and used his subjective magic to activate the gravity element, causing the fellow to be pressed down to the ground helplessly like a servant greeting their master. Meanwhile, Sarkin wielded a spear and charged forward with a brave roar, knowing that there was no escape.
Draco dodged his thrust and grabbed the lance from his hands, using it to smash down on his head, burying half of the fellow’s body in the ground instantly. He then casually struck down twice more and sent the fellow down up to his head before making a free kick, separating the head from the body as it soared into the distance.
The fellow chuckled and walked up to the kneeling Kalion, squatting down and coming face to face with the fellow with a strange smile on his features.
"Ah, you also once called me a disrespectful runt and threatened me that your battlefield stratagems would ensure my death if I didn’t pay you lip service. How’d that work out for you, bud?" Draco asked with amusement.
Draco placed a hand on Kalion’s head and infused him with destruction energy, turning the fellow into ash on the spot.
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"Like the other guy, there’s no need to reply because it doesn’t matter. Go in peace."
Draco stood up and dusted himself, noticing that the avatar currently subdued the remaining Jenna, who had tried to fly upwards to enter the void for a recharge. The avatar held the birdwoman by the base of her wings, which caused her to shriek endlessly in pain since we already knew from Natasha that this particular spot was extremely sensitive.
As the avatar was holding tightly while also dragging her along, the birdwoman’s experience was not as euphoric as it should have been. The avatar came to Draco, who smiled and grabbed his sword, checking the blade edge gently while the avatar lifted Jenna up into the air.
"Oh how I’ve waited a long time to do this," Draco stated as he released some incubus incense into Jenna’s mind, causing her expression to freeze and display endless lust.
Immediately, the front part of her armor retracted, displaying a flagpole that was standing above the hole that led to joy and happiness. Due to the illusion, both organs were prime and ready to go, but Draco had no interest in either as he smirked cruelly.
Rather, he raised his sword up and brought it down swiftly like an executioner, severing the meat from the package. Immediately, Jenna snapped out of her daze and began to scream at the top of her voice, the fate dealt to her being one that every man feared the most.
The separated rod turned into ash and disappeared before it could hit the ground due to the destruction energy attached to it, the stump that remained also turning into ash up to its very root.
Jenna’s head drooped as she fainted from the pain, whereupon Draco tossed her into the same void as Lia for later use.