"Master, be careful!"
The Knight shouted, charging forward with his sword.
Before he could get close, his pupils suddenly dilated, and an extreme terror surged from the depths of his heart.
The figure in front of him, covered in tentacles, looked like a demon from hell, emanating an abyssal aura that devoured everything.
Darkness!
Death!
Despair!
...
Fear!
This terror instantly destroyed his reason, causing him to scream uncontrollably and wildly swing his broad sword.
But having lost his sanity, his swordsmanship was a complete mess.
Carl's figure flashed; he reached out and swatted the broad sword away, then with a fierce squeeze, he crushed the Knight's throat.
SWOOSH!
The phantom tentacles behind him stabbed forth in sync, like spikes, penetrating the Knight's body.
SUCK!
The tentacles turned into straws, devouring the other's life force and soul, which filled Carl with a sense of satisfaction.
