The man was draped in charred purple robes, his entire face already stained red with blood, wielding a bizarre longsword. Seemingly heavily injured, he staggered forward, and upon seeing the approaching Casting Iron Army, a fierce grin spread across his face.
"Get lost!"
He raised his longsword, and as the blade came slashing down, the power from the Rotting Dream instantly enveloped the entire square.
Dozens of flesh-and-blood tentacles bizarrely sprouted from the Sword Blade, sweeping across and repelling the assault of the Casting Iron Army, and in the process, grabbing several travelers who hadn't managed to flee. The screaming victims were pulled into the illusory blade, their voices silenced, with only the sounds of chewing continuing to echo.
After that, he casually grabbed a traveler held hostage by a Believer, placing the writhing blade against the person's neck.
"Make way for me!"
