"Now I didn't expect this at all; I guess the Holy Spirit has gone overboard a little!"
The pair of katanas in Alis's hands had already taken their true form, shining under the lights of the scorching sun. What made Tiny White say these words was the crowd of people in front of him; a drove of mercenaries in full camouflage had launched an attack towards him.
This was the scene at the first level of the fourth circle; an army of mercenaries was attacking the trial contestant.
"My Young Lady, won't you say a couple of words in the face of the ignorance of those in Clan Stands?"
While the relatively larger one of the two bodyguards behind Ekaterina asked his question to the beautiful woman, he toned it as if there was something she had to do.
"Calm down, what is bad about them knowing our Holy Spirit Sect as a place only capable of internal energy attacks. Let them remain with their ignorance; this is the Hell Realm, no one can predict who will be enemies with whom and when."
Unlike her bodyguard, the beautiful woman was quite calm; being strategically unknown was always an advantage, and Ekaterina was aware of this.
She was right to the end in her words too. The Holy Spirit was a community strictly enforcing basic physical training on its disciples outside of its area of expertise. Someone only capable of internal attacks on the battlefield would be no different from a flower open to be plucked at any moment.
"Fight on Orc Steppes, not enough continue on the Wild Swamp, then get up and deal with the same types again in Holy Blood Sect eliminations. Did they give you to me by counting or something man, scram you bastards!"
Nora really seemed angry; although she didn't buy weapons from the outside world, the size of the daggers coming out of her wristbands had exceeded two meters.
Nora used large daggers she formed with blood essence when making a mass massacre, and smaller sizes when she would do fine workmanship.
Right now she wasn't in the mood for fine workmanship at all; while blowing like the wind, she was making way inside the crowd leaving a red fog cloud behind.
The same scene was valid where Alis was too; with katanas he swirled on four sides of his body, he was taking the limbs of his enemies from them.
Tiny White's sword style was impressive; he was both rotating his swords ceaselessly and proceeding by spinning on his own axis. In this way, while performing an effective attack, at the same time he was handling the defense part of the business.
The only person possessing a different style within the trio would be Count Jashua; while Nora and Alis were cutting, he was smashing. I didn't mean pushing enemies away from him with the thick club in his hand; I am talking about him smashing his opponent's body with every hit.
When the Young Count brought his blow down, the places it landed collapsed completely, deforming in a way that wouldn't recover again.
The enemy was many but the Bloody Moon Trio had no mercy either; it wouldn't take them half an hour to cut an army of mercenaries.
Although they entered the Fourth Circle with very little difference, their passing to the second stage happened almost at the same moments. Now there wasn't an army in front of them; instead, there was a team consisting of six people. Master hunters hiding in the woodland terrain and waiting for their prey.
"This Holy Spirit seems to have quite a criminal record with Mercenaries; they make people memorize the men as enemies starting from the outer court level!"
Nora naturally had already determined the location and number of enemies and started examining the details of the exam.
"Ahh, they reminded me of the types I encountered when I went to clean up rebelling Orc Tribes back in the day. By the way, what is that polite boy doing now?"
When the Mercenary team destroyed fighting the Elite Ten came to her mind, the Blood God went to the past, but her enemies wouldn't give her peace.
Unlike the army in the previous stage, these were a planned and programmed team; while impact-resistant heavy armored ones came from the front, those capable of attacking from a distance were hiding in the background.
"I would have liked to play with you if we hadn't run into each other before, but not today!"
Nora shot out like lightning, stretched the bow appearing in her hand, and started launching her arrows. Her target was enemies whose location she detected before; light armored mercenaries had no chance at all.
Three people had died in the first wave; on the other side, Alis was following a different method. He had chosen to use his speed; he was attacking weaving between heavy armored mercenaries.
Due to his speed, the attacks of enemies attacking from a distance were coming directly to their friends, not to Tiny White. Alis didn't miss these opportunities either; the moment the largest element receiving a fireball on his back groaned with pain, he made a deep cut from the armpit, which was the weak spot of his armor, with his katana.
At that moment, the neck of the man swinging the axe in his other hand as a reaction would remain completely exposed; Alis jumped into the air, a breath later he landed on the target together with his two katanas.
The head rolled like an apple plucked from its branch; cold winds were blowing in the environment. The scene might have looked blood-curdling, but it couldn't be compared with inside the formation where Count Jashua was.
The Young Count had chosen the most direct method; he collided head-on with heavy armored enemies coming onto him. He didn't care about his opponents attacking from where they hid; all of their attacks were being ignored by the red blood barrier appearing around him.
The red light covering Count Jashua's entire body was a skill he hadn't displayed before, Blood Armor. While the thin barrier forming one centimeter outside the user's body didn't restrict his movements, it provided him defense worth the blood essence he used.
This was also one of the signature skills of the First Sheikh; although Count Jashua couldn't dominate it fully and show its real power yet, he had thought the level he reached was sufficient for the mercenary team across him.
He wasn't wrong either; while crushing the enemy inside his armor with the matte black large club in his hand, incoming attacks disturbed him at most as much as flies flying around.
While difficulty should have increased depending on it as the level increased, the Bloody Moon Trio passed to the third stage before fifteen minutes were up.
If the crowd waiting outside could witness this event, highly likely they wouldn't believe their eyes.
"A unit commander member of the Mercenary Organization; judging by his level, he looks the same as the type constantly running away in the war on Orc Steppes!"
"That day, becoming a prisoner of my arrogance, I hadn't hurried to finish your job because everything was going as we wanted. This attitude of mine cost me a lot; can I take its pain out on you today?"
Nora went on the attack without even taking a breath; as she guessed, the enemy wanted to fight by running away and weaken her, but what he didn't know was that the motivations of the person across him were very different.
The Blood God gave no quarter; in her first attack she took the right, in the second the left leg of the enemy. In response to this, the Unit Commander brought out a square protection field he could trap himself in, but this was futile too.
The daggers in Nora's hand lowered to the size of a normal dagger, and the blood energy circulating on them was almost boiling. She headed towards the protection field rapidly, brought her blow down with a cross cut.
The area the attack hit was barely the size of two hands. The mercenary panicking while the Blood God was coming would relax after this scene until seeing the cracking protection field.
Nora loaded a very large energy into the small area; the device creating the field had no possibility to stand against this power.
Nora, diving inside with the shattering shield, cut the throat of the enemy a breath later and landed on the opposite side. The trial of the Fourth Circle was ending with an unexpected speed.
When she opened her eyes, the Blood God looked around; the duo she entered the Fourth Circle together with hadn't finished their jobs yet, but someone else was calling out to her.
"Ha ha ha, gotcha!"