Chapter 148 Cleaning Up Brimfield Estate [part 2]: Evil Somebody

Chapter 148 Cleaning Up Brimfield Estate [part 2]: Evil Somebody

Northern remained motionless for a couple of beats, then relinquished his grip on the Mortal Blade, allowing it to disintegrate into black sparks.

He swung both arms forward in arcing motions, two daggers materializing as they whipped through the air.

Then he crossed them before his body, clutching two sharp, crude-looking daggers that appeared ravenous for blood.

The atmosphere seemed to thicken as Northern and Mr. Fluffy awaited the approaching horde of Bulfors.

Their thunderous footfalls caused the very ground beneath Northern and Mr. Fluffy to tremble violently, as if an earthquake were imminent. Or perhaps it was one.

Northern's fingers tightened around the hilts of both stilettos, his gaze locked on the oncoming horde.

His azure eyes gleamed subtly as his eyeballs flitted swiftly from one target to the next – as they advanced.

"Yosh!"

In an instant, Northern had identified six initial monsters he would deal a deathblow.

And had already—with the aid of the Unseeing Eyes—devised the optimal point of death for each of them.

The undeniable truth is... in his mind, they were already deceased.

Whoom!

He took off like a gale, shreds of flames cloaking him as he dashed across the distance in an instant, reaching his first target with the swiftness of a breeze.

He twirled his dagger, burying it into the monster's torso.

Gripping the other dagger, he swung his arm upward, cleaving the other side of the beast in a linear spray of black blood.

Then, in a swift blur of motion, he spun and slit the monster's throat.

His visage was indiscernible—he had already moved on to the next target.

His dagger was a blur of wind as it pierced the brain of the monster (just below its horn).

Northern flung the other dagger, nailing it away with a kick without even glancing at its trajectory.

Now, he had already seized the monster's horn.

He wrenched out the stiletto, causing the unfortunate Bulfor to emit a guttural cry, almost like that of a failed berserker... if such a thing existed.

He dislodged both daggers, shifted to one side, and rained battering slashes on one monster.

Then, with a final swing across the neck, rendered the Bulfor voicelessly dying.

He shifted sideways again and twirled the dagger in the air (just above his palm), caught it back, and shot it into the eyes of the other Bulfor, adding one more with his other hand.

With both eyes blinded, the Bulfor lashed out with unbridled wildness and ferality.

'Looks like their reaction to blindness is all the same.'

A vicious grin caressed Northern's lips as he slowly moved his hand and touched the monster's head (between its horns).

Northern, from the moment the Bulfors were rushing towards him, had activated the Unseeing Eyes, which caused their movements to slow down before his gaze.

If he wanted to, at that moment, he could have dealt with all six, even ten... if he so desired.

But [Li'ae'l: Eyes Of The Unseeing] was an ability that granted an unnatural boost to his physical power, albeit for a limited duration.

He could have ended it within that duration if he wished to; it would have been much swifter.

But Northern voted against the idea. While it granted him an enhancement, he thought to keep that as a trump card.

And witness how fast and far he could push himself.

And more beautifully, Northern's awareness of the space around him grew more vivid with each use of his eyes and body.

It was becoming a function of his entirety rather than solely of the eyes.

It was a sweet sensation to be aware of his surroundings without having to directly look at them.

It was insanely sweet!

With ferocious glee ignited in the depths of his azure eyes, Northern uttered coldly:

"Burn."

A ferocious black flame enveloped the beast, causing it to wail and dance erratically.

Northern watched, chuckling as the monster stumbled backward, rolling into the others, and the flame caught onto another Bulfor, and another... before long, his environment was simmering with black flames.

All this... transpired in a mere thirty seconds. Thirty. Seconds.