My Servant System

The blood of this disgusting Fiend sizzled against my greaves, even warming up my skin as it splashed against the slightly exposed bits or after chewing through the leathers I wore, showing off how deadly this Fiend's body was on its own.

Still, it was no issue for me now that it was dead, though to make sure I released my blade for just a moment as I covered my hand in Light Mana, shrouding it in that harsh golden glow that everyone avoided before stabbing it straight into the remnants of the Fiend's chest, burying my arm inside of this mound of blubber and digging around for something.

Finding its Core, I ripped it free and crushed it beneath my fingers, ensuring that this Fiend was dead and soothing my mind somewhat as I let the mangled bits of flesh drop back to the ground as I shook everything from my hand.

Taking my blade back, I stood up and stepped out of the corpse as I looked back towards the cultists around me, searching for another target that would be worthy of my time; during that moment of not doing anything, I blinked in surprise when I saw the giant pillar of ice that stood proudly in the middle of the desert, only to shrug when I saw Kat standing right in front of it preparing some kind of spell.

Most likely it was about to get really cold here in the desert, and thankfully I had gotten somewhat accustomed to the chill thanks to Kat's penchant for using all sorts of spells that simply dropped the temperature well below its normal limit, so I was prepared for it even if I knew it was still going to mess me up a little bit thanks to how hot it was out here.

Not finding anything of interest around me, I let out a low sigh before standing back up completely, sweeping my gaze across the battlefield once more as I tried to locate something to fight that would provide a challenge only to realize I was going to have to deal with the cultists instead of something that would make me fight for a win.

There were Fiends around the battlefield, yes, but yet again four were rushing towards the Sultana in hopes of defeating her while the others were already being dealt with by the various clusters of Death Jackals, succumbing to their combined prowess with relative ease.

Having a super effective blade and super effective mana type made it seem like I was stronger than the Death Jackals in total, but that was only true against Fiends since they were weak to both of those things, allowing me to bridge the gap and then some whenever I battled them.

Anput was already enjoying herself amongst the mortals as she tried out a variety of different styles with her long blade, while Leone was taking the slow approach as she stood in the back targeting specific people whenever they made themselves look too dangerous or important. Continue your adventure at m|v-l'e m,p| y- r

The entire area was a chaotic mess of shouting, clashing of steel and the discharge of spells as everyone fought against whomever was nearby, and soon after I stepped off of the Fiend's chest and took a few steps forwards I was surrounded by cultists bellowing war cries at the top of their lungs.

Shouts about freedom and throwing off the reign of the Sultana were the most prominent, but more than a few were just shouting wordlessly as they brandished their weapons and coated themselves in mana, hoping to scare me with the noise and their numbers.

Counting five of them, I lifted my shield and blocked the swing coming from my left before lowering my shoulder and bashing the attacker on my right, moving into their group and forcing them to switch their strategy as I threw one of their members to the ground instantly.

Before they could scramble over to help, I raised my stained boot and stomped down on their chest, caving it in and eliciting a gargled shout that was quieted a second later as they began to cough blood all over themselves.

With only four remaining now, I swung my shield to the side and batted another blade aside, knocking the person around in the process and revealing a clean sweep for my own blade as I cleaved through two cultists this time, my sword slicing through their armor and bone as I separated them from their lower halves.

Losing so many comrades so quickly startled the remaining cultists, and they let out horrified and resigned shouts as they threw themselves at me, their hands igniting with Fire Mana as they tried to tackle me, hoping to drain their Cores and induce an explosion with a completely overloaded spell that would easily tear through my armor.

They were quick, but being met with a tower shield stopped one of them in their tracks as they bashed their helmeted head against the shield and dropped to the ground in a daze while the other managed to stumble to the side before lunging for me, hoping to fulfill their suicidal rush.

My blade was too far to the side to be effectively used against this cultist, so instead I waited for them to get close enough before lowering my head and bashing it against their skull, rocking them backwards and listening to the crack as the angle and force of the hit compressed their spine before snapping it.

Just like their friend they dropped to the ground, though this one was paralyzed now, so finishing them off was as simple as raising my boot once again, while the one that had greeted my shield face first was given another intimate tap as I broke multiple bones with a single hit.

Not even thirty seconds had passed and already I had dropped the number of enemies on the field by five, and more were coming my way to keep the blood pumping as the battle only continued onwards.