NOVEL WEB Chapter 194: A Breeze
"Bor, Karim, consume the Fell Overdrive Pill!" Beran roared, pulling out a pill from the pockets of his ragged, hide trousers, and decisively consuming it.
Witnessing his actions, Bor and Karim also consumed theirs.
Hal's annoying grin was wiped right off his face, replaced by wariness.
He was sure that the Fell Overdrive Pill would enhance the combat capabilities of the Fellkin Warriors.
To what extent, he wasn't sure.
What else could they do except fight?
The next moment, Beran, Bor, and Karim's bodies began expanding, making them look more monstrous than they already were, before shrinking into compact leanness.
A dark-purple aura then began oozing out of their frames, and their eyes turned completely black.
All the hair on Hal's body stood on end at the sight of the cruelly smiling Bor.
"Now, Hal Fennec. Since you bastards forced me to this extent, I'll make sure to torture you well. I'll kill all your subordinates before you."
This was the last time they would lay their eyes upon humans.
So, Bor planned to make sure that he would be satisfied with their suffering before staying in the Fell Continent for good.
"First, I'll capture you."
The Fellkin Warrior then turned into a thunderous blur, his Thunder Rush evidently a notch more effective.
Hal's eyes failed to follow Bor's movements on time, and before he knew it, the fell bastard was already in front of him, about to grasp his throat.
'Sh*t!!' he cursed inwardly.
Bor was too fast, and he could only rely on the amethyst necklace given to him by Isolde to save his life.
"YOU'RE MINE, BRAT!"
But then, just when Bor's hands were about to reach his neck, viscous purple blood suddenly spurted out, a small amount splattering across Hal's face.
The next instant, Bor's forearm slipped to the ground, followed by the Fellkin Warrior's other body parts separating into cleanly sliced portions.
There were at least fifteen that plopped nastily to the ground.
Hal was dumbfounded.
Only after a few moments did Bor's sudden death register in his brain, and he quickly turned to look at the other Fellkin Warriors.
Like Bor, Beran and Karim were also finely sliced. To s$u@pp@or&t. our wo-r+k-,# p*le+a*s-e% rea+d+ on M&|$V|L!E_M%P$YR.
His and Ennya's platoon members were equally bewildered.
What the hell just happened?!
Soon, a chilling breeze passed, and it carried the answer to their questions, as a voice sounded, similar to when Joker disappeared back when Hal's system tutorial ended:
"Great job, Chaos and Fire Platoons. Quickly harvest the horns and return to camp. I'll be waiting. You must arrive within an hour."
Zephyron!
Hal trembled, finally realizing who had killed Beran and the others.
Meanwhile, a fair distance away, Ennya's tears finally fell.
Her eyes didn't reflect her usual mischief.
What was in them were hints of hatred and vengeance.
Ennya Kasai had lost two underlings today, and not only did she feel guilty and responsible for their families' loss, but the experience also planted a seed of resentment in her toward the fell race.
She made a few vows to herself, all of which were to the detriment of the Fellkin.
Hal, on the other hand, was deep in thought, a grim realization dawning upon him.
He was quite certain that his combat prowess was around the high C in terms of wizard rank, perhaps a low B if he took into account his vast arsenal of spells.
This variety was among the biggest reasons why he was able to hold his ground against the likes of Arukha and Bor.
Yet, the moment the fell bastards took the weird pill, his eyes couldn't follow them.
This made Hal wonder how he could step into the next level as a combat wizard.
After all, a human's reflexes had limits, and no matter how much one trained them, they couldn't surpass a certain threshold of milliseconds.
'Then how did Sir Zephyron manage to kill the Fellkin Warriors mid-dash?'
There was no way that the older dude had faster reflexes than him, a nineteen-year-old young man.
It also didn't seem like experience would solve this genetic problem.
'Perhaps self-enhancement spells could do it?' He mused as he and his squadron prepared to return to the battle camp.
They shall leave their relaxation equipment at the pond for now.
After all, the operations would probably be back to normal the next day.
They would have a chance to retrieve it then.
Hal glanced at the downcast midget, thinking he would console her later and tell her that what happened today wasn't her fault, and that it was simply one of the possibilities in a fierce battle.
He had experienced it in the past, back when Monk died in the Luminous Runeforest.
But it also couldn't be denied that Ennya's experience was certainly heavier, given that it was her direct subordinates who perished.
…A few more minutes later, Hao snapped everyone back to reality:
"We should go, we can't keep Sir Zephyron waiting."
But then, to Hal's surprise, Ennya chimed in.
"Nerdy's right. Sir Stiff Face hates waiting. Let's return..."
Was she not as affected as he believed she was?
Hal was almost certain she was heartbroken, but her actions suggested otherwise and made him question himself.
With a shrug, he walked over and assembled the Chaos Platoon in a neat formation before marching back to the camp beside the incomplete Fire Platoon.
The atmosphere was certainly somber.
No one talked along the way, lost in their thoughts about the experience.
They've fought regular monsters, beasts, and Fell Beasts.
However, this was their first time fighting Fellkin Warriors, and a good portion of them were terrified at the thought of fighting them again.
Had Zephyron not intervened earlier, a majority of them probably wouldn't have survived.
How can they contend against such cunning, mighty, and ruthless abominations?
Meanwhile, in the shadows, a green-haired individual nodded in satisfaction before vanishing.
Zephyron was glad that the Magna Prospects seemed to have learned a lot from the skirmish.
He could've intervened way, way earlier, but he didn't.
If there was anyone to blame for the deaths of Ennya's subordinates, it was him.
But the Wind Magna did not have the slightest hint of guilt in his heart for doing so.
He simply believed it was the right thing to do, and the results were satisfactory, proving that heartless as his methods were, they were effective.