Chapter 30: Divided

Chapter 30: Divided

A dozen wolves dropped dead in a splatter of gore and blood, heads severed, limbs cut off, mangled. Worse of it all, they were slayed in one swing, a full arc swing. Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

[Reaper's Edge]'s reach was beyond reproach.

[Copper Grade Energy harvested.]

[+0.05 Strength.]

[+0.03 Strength.]

...

[+0.08 Strength.]

[+0.02 Strength.]

[Congratulations! Strength has reached the 75-point mark.]

[Strength has touched Iron Grade. Energy below Iron Grade will not benefit your Strength]

Warmth blossomed within Warden, driving away more of the inherited despondency and exhaustion. The very muscles in his body twisted in an agonizing effect, but Warden gritted his teeth and endured it all, knowing it was beneficial to him.

He grew even an inch or two taller as well, his form becoming more... condensed, he guessed. He didn't have the right words to describe this metamorphic transformation. He figured it wouldn't be wrong to say he was becoming more divine because in no possible way would a human-sized body—albeit taller than most—have such meteoric strength.

Another cursed-ranked wolf came from behind and crashed into Warden, sending him tumbling to the ground. He had to extend [Void Shroud] to land on his feet, but the sword was still plunged into the mouth of the boss somehow, even though he wasn't towering over it.

Warden could actually move in the direction where the sword tip moved. It wasn't as flexible as a whip, but it could bend in the direction of the wolf's brain.

With a sharp gasp, Warden drew more energy into the blade and extended it to pierce through the dungeon boss's head. The tip of the blade tore through the head of the beast in a smear of blood as Warden intended, the excitement of the breakthrough finally growing thin within him.

[Iron Grade Energy harvested.]

[+1.5 Strength.]

[+0.9 Spirit.]

With that, the dungeon boss was dead. It seemed to have a large chunk in Spirit, as he received the most points in Spirit ever.

The rest of the creatures finally came out of their trance, though with their dull brains, they could either flee or fight to their last breath. Warden liked if they chose the latter, as it would be a bother to chase after them.

Only three of the cursed wolves remained, one injured, another one on its way to flee, and the remaining one on its way to pounce on him. He welcomed it with open arms, of course, after gutting the tip of the sword into its skull.

With not much difference between their physical strength anymore, Warden didn't find the feat that hard, though he did crush its brain, providing a sufficient amount of void energy.

Warden barely had a tenth of his energy left. He wouldn't even recover much from ingesting another heart, as he had already done it thrice. He would have to deal with the rest more in physical terms while waiting for his energy to recover on its own.

Good thing the winner of the battle was already decided.