"YOU... CAN REGENERATE?!" The platoon leader asked loudly with an irritated tone.
Everyone stared at Reigh's body, as if the part where his head had been was growing back like before.
Their eyes widened, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Until the moment Reigh's head reattached to his body,
Reigh reflexively rubbed his neck, his breath catching for a moment.
"I don't like the pain when my head gets cut off and grows back..."
Reigh's voice slowly rose, "THE SENSATION IS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!!!"
Hearing that, the platoon leader grew even angrier. "KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIMMMMM!" He shouted.
Before the soldiers behind the others began to attack Reigh with the weapons in their hands, Reigh's eyes carefully observed them.
His right hand lifted upward. "Rain... Fire."
Slowly, the sky turned black.
A rumbling sound began to come from above them all.
Instantly, everyone looked up.
They tried to comprehend what they were seeing at that moment.
"BASTARRRRD!" The platoon leader yelled.
That voice was immediately drowned out by the next deafening sound that slammed into the entire surface around Reigh.
*Burn. Burn. Burn. Countless flames fell rapidly from above.
In an instant, the people around the area were flattened to the ground.
So was Reigh, his body was also destroyed by his own attack.
"How could this happen?!" Someone perched atop a tree asked in their mind.
Moments later, *Kerk. The sound of bones scraping against something echoed, breaking the silence.
That person stood up with slow movements in the middle of hundreds of fallen soldiers' bodies. *Kerk. D-Dush.
Slowly pulling out dozens of weapons embedded in his body.
The screeching sound of weapons scraping against bones rang loudly. *Dirt. Kirt.
Moments later, after all the weapons had been pulled out, he gave a thin smile. His face lifted slightly. "Let's begin..." His eyes started to look at the soldiers one by one as they slowly rose again.
"Second round."
*Krak. One by one, the soldiers began to rise.
Their armor was riddled with small holes the size of raindrops.
Blood clung to the remnants of the armor they were still wearing.
Without a sound, only blank stares directed at Reigh.
"Sorodi." The platoon leader who had just risen spoke softly.
*Sssh. Slowly, a dense black light emerged from the bodies of the hundreds of soldiers.
*Whisper. Whisper. They murmured as if chanting something.
Reigh only watched them. Even knowing that danger might be unavoidable, he chose not to flee from his place.
Spreading both arms, his mouth opened wide, "Come." He said softly, eyes closed.
*Szzzt. Something crackled around him. *Bwooosh.
In those few seconds, time seemed to stop moving.
*Dusk. Dusk. Dusk. Countless black light arrows pierced Reigh's body from all directions.
Reigh, feeling as if the world had stopped, was unable to react to the speed of the attack.
Moments later, his eyes bulged, "T-This?!..." He muttered in his mind.
When the pain suddenly surged from his entire body. "GAAAAAH! ARRRGGHHH!"
Hearing Reigh's scream, the platoon leader sneered. "Sorodi is an attack that makes the target experience repeated pain."
Before the pain Reigh received could even stop,
"Excuio." The platoon leader added.
A pitch-black slash crossed, heading straight toward Reigh's body. *SRRAAAAT. Cleanly cutting that body into several pieces.
Followed by other Excuio spells chanted by the soldiers. *Sraaat. Sraaat.
Seeing Reigh's body already shapeless, the platoon leader and the man on the tree smiled cynically. "It's over, then..." The man on the tree muttered, turning his body, wanting to leave immediately.
For them, no matter how powerful the target's healing or regeneration was, it could no longer be used.
Because fundamentally, Sorodi and Excuio were dark-element magic that would automatically stop healing. As if the magic gnawed at every cell, forcing it to stop regenerating.
Just as the troops coming from the north gate approached to help fight Reigh, *Klak. Klak. Klak. Their iron footsteps shattered the silence.
*Khihihi... That eerie laughter immediately made the platoon leader raise his right hand, trying to order them to stop.
Even the man on the tree immediately turned back upon hearing that laughter.
"Heal."
"Heal."
"Heal."
The repeated voice slowly grew louder. "HEAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!"
"ANDDDDDD GO TOOOOO HELLLLLLL!"
Five minutes had passed since Osdeus Oark was first activated.
At that shout, the soldiers under the influence of Osdeus Oark immediately raised their respective weapons. *Cling.
*Crash. Sreeeet. They simultaneously severed their own heads.
For the few people still alive, namely the soldiers who had just arrived from the north gate.
Their expressions clearly showed unbearable fear.
When they arrived, they were immediately presented with a truly horrific sight. "W-WHAT IS THIS?!" One of the soldiers shouted.
One hundred heads had been separated from their bodies, the iron armor riddled with holes and filled with droplets of blood flowing from those holes.
For those who had always lived in the Inner Dominion, always surrounded by luxurious lives based on their respective family backgrounds, the current scene looked like an unimaginably horrific massacre.
Moreover, in the midst of those 100 soldiers, there was a young man with an unformed body, slowly beginning to regenerate his body once again.
*Krek. The sound of bones slowly growing right before their eyes rang loudly in the silence.
"H-He..." Unconsciously, several soldiers stepped back. *Klak.
The platoon leader from the east gate realized the danger that was coming. "Osdeus Oark!" He shouted loudly.
Slowly, the gazes of the newly arrived soldiers immediately went blank, as if they no longer had the will to live.
In contrast to the young man, he seemed to grin as his body returned to normal. "Round... Three." He said in a half-murmur.
The moment that murmur escaped his lips, the eyes of the man on the tree widened. "This?!..."
He looked again at those statistics, "What is this?!" The strange words in the young man's statistics felt familiar to him.
"Berserker?!"
"This is bad. T-That!!!"
"That skill!!!"
"If he keeps getting fed continuously..." His pupils trembled. He immediately wanted to disappear to prevent what was about to happen.
"Where are you going, Stalker?..."
A soft yet piercing voice emerged from beneath the tree.
"Who is that?!" The man snapped, failing to disappear.
With a friendly tone, the man beneath the tree replied, "It's been a long time... Basion. Or rather, Codename Nozer."