Vengeance of the Returner

Swish!

A red bolt shot out of Nix's crossbow straight towards the barbaric Outlaws. He's been saving it for a while now. Though if he used this he could surely kill about five people using one shot. The problem was they are Outlaws who possess systems and mana. Apart from that, there were about twenty devils approaching him through the sky.

His loss was inevitable at that very point. All he can do now is trigger nova manifestation and berserk to incoherently intrude the army and kill people. Would he be able to kill thousands of them? Nope, he cannot, a level eight-person is about strong as hundred people in that sense he could only momentarily maintain such condition. 

If it wasn't for the regeneration he'd been destroyed thoroughly and could even be unfit for the position he is in. He dove from the sky even he knew his bones might break. He was surrounded by both the devils and outlaws.

When he tried to raise his body he could do so. His bone knee was cracked open and his bone had literally broke opened his flesh as his blood gushed out and sprayed.

He forcefully shoved the bone back in and poured his healing potion clenching his teeth while clutching his sword enduring the immense pain.

"Haha! Are you the commander? You got guts."

One of the devils who seemed to hold authority said laughing.

Nix didn't waste any time he opened one of the neon explosives and threw it in a distance far away from his place. Precisely towards the archers of Outlaws.

Boom!

Momentarily a huge wave expelled and thoroughly decimated the battalion of archers who were stationed in order to back up their foot soldiers.

"You!"

The devil scowled and grasped Nix's neck and raised towards the sky.

Before long blood gushed and sprayed on Nix's face that's when the devil noticed a sharp stab that pierced through his gut from the back.

"Thanks"

Nix uttered to the woman at the back of the devil with her hand shoved inside the devil's gut.

"Can't you use those explosives more?"

Rosalie asked.

"I am saving it for the last second."

"Okay."

She said and slowly dropped Nix on the ground and rushed into the army.

Nix was surely mesmerized by her swordsmanship. She was a one-man army as soon as she entered the battlefield she moved like a peacock that dances during rain. As much as it seemed eye captivating it was deadly.

Her every single move was lethal and severed men into pieces. Her speed was something very immense to his very own. In fact, she is just a vampire who knows swordsmanship as such he couldn't dare imagine how the demigods he pushed would have fought if he didn't surprise them with the explosive.

He unraveled his hidden blade whilst shooting bolts through his crossbow. He didn't dare use only he single weapon he switched to the sword, chains, crossbow, and the dual-bladed dagger simultaneously.

In fact, he was still not using Nova manifestation. He had it for the final fight between him and Waltner. He still didn't know how he'll convince that man though.

Rebecca's sword energy and her fire attribute were as impressive as ever. Unlike his expectations, the Outlaws were pretty weak. It seems they were about level five and the gap between them and a level eight was huge as ever.

In that sense, his clan members have expelled them and Nagendra's crew wasn't a pushover either. They were certainly comparable...No, they were very talented to even Nix's team. The only problem was they lacked levels to his.

Nagendra was a monster. He was surrounded by devils. If he killed them he'd die by a curse so, he managed to tie their legs. He didn't use a sword, ax, or any other lethal weapons. He possessed a brass knuckle duster. A weird weapon choice but, it matched his class.

He was the literal god hand. The hand of the god, an apostle who inherited martial god's techniques. Nagendra's base was bladeless fighting and when he toggles ethereal shift which takes him to the peak of his existence he was an unrivaled killing machine.

He didn't kill the devils but, he crippled them. Devils possess regeneration but, it was something immensely slow that it'd take several hours just to let a toenail grow. The devils' were at the last cause as the man merely ripped their bodies into pieces making them immovable.

Cinzia was dominant in the west part of the battlefield. She was ruthless as ever. She was focused on her spear and the battlefield nothing else. Her eyes didn't dawdle back nor adrift away to peer at others nor envy them.

She was focused on her moves. Her peerless spear energy, the Vf shaved of people that hurdled around her.

Tarok who was assisting her didn't care about the blows and arrows that were inflicted on him. He ripped men into two only using his superior strength.  Dae Seok the cold mage was directing and defending the remaining soldiers unwaveringly. He didn't falter and coordinated people.

Apart from all them was one hell of a wicked man, a trickster, the adventure craving maniac... He was sneaking through the shadows tricking them to kill their very men. It was Reegan, a rare talent who excelled in the assassination. He accurately appeared near the assassins that emerged and killed them off.

The war wasn't dominated by a single side. Both sides had their flaws and strengths. Waltner was infuriated as he saw a man who didn't even receive a single blow even though he was surrounded by over a hundred men.

"You! Are you the commander?"

Waltner frowned pointing his scimitar at Nix.

"Yes, I am!"

Nix yelled.

If he just manages to convince him. The war can be easily stopped. Among everyone in the war field, Nix was certainly excellent. His instincts covered his lacking to move freely whilst his doom prediction covered him in predicting the moves.

This was not a game to have skill cool down. His ability might indeed get lost when he loses mana but, he had a backing to fill that gap as well.  He was a ruthless demon who shatters skulls, who ripped spines and heads by merely using his hands, standing amidst countless soldiers without losing his mind to the atrocious environment.

Intruding into the enemy's army as a sole man is not an easy thing. One needs solid mental strength, will, and the confidence to do it. Nix certainly had the three since he's been through some hellish things that most wouldn't dare to try in order to reach where he is now.

"Move out!"

Waltner yelled and the man paved way for Waltner to reach Nix.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Nix, the one who you lent this book."

Nix said pulling the Ways of Empyrean and art book out of his inventory.

Waltner was awe-struck, he was shocked and he could indeed notice that he was really Nix, as his face matched the boy who once came to him in need of help.

"Haha! Newbie didn't expect you to still survive!"

He laughed and moved his sword towards his front and looked at Nix with a slight regret on his face.

"I cannot back down now son. You better go down."

Waltner declared shaking his head.

"Do we really have to go through this?"

Nix questioned getting to the posture holding his chain.

They both didn't dare move. Waltner's eyes were shimmered in purple as though he was reading Nix's perception.

Nix was beyond amazed. His jaw could have literally dropped. His instincts went misfire. It alarmed him from all directions whilst doom prediction went on havoc showing a different set of visions. And when he indeed gets a gap the future immediately changed. It was a battle of wits at that point. Both Waltner and Nix stood like a statue calculating each other.

Upon using Truth eye Nix noticed that Waltner had reached enlightenment and his ethereal shift was about to reach the pinnacle of the path he had chosen.

Waltner's path was the thousand image imitation. Something that gives out a thousand possibilities by scanning his opponent's moves. One of the very hard paths a man could choose.

And this man had chosen that and the jaw-dropping thing is he had trained it to reach the pinnacle of the path he chose.

The men surrounding them couldn't interfere and even if they dared they were severed into two. They both were totally secluded from the world they lived in and created an arena of their own. Where the only two live in.

Rebecca stared at the scene perplexed unable to understand what was happening since the men were just around anxiously. One simple disturbance could start the fight but, both sides didn't dare flinch.

Nix lacked in pin-pointing vital points but he was able to see Waltner's eyes peering at them with clean precision.

Nix was fed up and the soldiers were the same and as such one of the Outlaw shot a fire ball into the imaginary fighting ring those two created. And that was a turning point of the battle.