Chapter 135: Blood Frenzy (2/2)

”AH!” Layn couldn't help but moan when the surge of energy filled his veins. Roughly a thousand people were charging at Castor's unit. Only three of them have died so far. Yet, their blood was already enough to recover the major part of Layn's magical power.

The archmage smiled.

”KILL!” The loosely-armed soldiers attempted to add some more courage to themselves. After all, this man with crimson sabers was just a single opponent! Not only that, he even broke the formation, so just how hard could it be to kill him? Even if one, two, or ten of them died, with such an overwhelming number, how could they end up in any other way but crushing him with their sheer mass?

”Die,” Layn couldn't be bothered to deal with each of the opponents on their own. 'I'm not a warrior, to begin with,' he thought, raising his hand at the charging enemies before invoking quite a simple yet demanding spell.

”Blast away,” Layn said in a silent voice. One of the soldiers swung his weapon at the archmage right when he brought the spell to its fruition.

A gale appeared out of nowhere. It appeared as if a powerful storm brewed behind Layn's back, only to concentrate all its might at his hand. And from Layn's hand, the gale exploded right in the faces of the people who were unlucky enough to stand in front of him.

The one soldier who swung his weapon at Layn was particularly unlucky. With how his body was just outside the blast zone of Layn's spell, he only had his arm torn apart from his body, along with a sizeable chunk of his shoulder.

He was unlucky, as he wasn't granted the mercy of a quick death.

Layn didn't waste the opening that this simple spell gave him. He used nearly half of the freshly recovered mana to invoke it, putting him in a dire need to recover it.

Thankfully, the gorefest caused by such a concentrated shockwave was more than enough to sate the thirst of his weapons.

For a moment, the entire battlefield turned stale. Surprised by the sudden devastation, both sides didn't dare to do a thing, as if the entire act was a doing of some kind of vengeful god.

But Layn didn't wait for anyone to regain their senses. He grabbed his sabers by the chain that held them together without any hurry before pulling his hands apart. As if following his intent, the chain in his hands turned far longer than before, amounting to four times the length of each of the sabers.

”It's time,” Layn said, fixing his hold over the chain before starting to spin its ends in opposite directions. The crimson sabers started to cut in circles close to his waist. And then, he started to move forward.

Cleaving anything and anyone that stood in his path, Layn used the momentum of his swinging weapons to cut in pieces everything ahead and behind him.

And little to say, whenever his weapon would result in as much as a small scratch, the curse embedded into them would suck all the blood out of the target. Typically, the user of the blood weapons would allow the blade to sit in the body for a moment for the psychological effect of the body drying up.

But Layn just didn't care enough to waste time like that.

'To be fair, I believe that blood flowing in a simple pattern after the weapons in an attempt to enter them looks far more menacing,' Layn thought to himself. The raging energy that continued to flow into his flow only made it harder for him to keep himself sane.

The feeling of all the mana being forced into his body was just too intoxicating. And there came the side-effect of the blood-class spells, one that was the main reason for the spell finding itself on the forbidden list.

Despite what the public believed at the moment when the limitation was announced, the blood weapon spells or blood spells, in general, were fine on their own. With so many kinds of magic aimed at taking the lives of others, the magic capitule would never bother to ban one of them just for that.

The blood class of spells was curbed out of all the schools and turned into an illegal and persecuted art because it would heavily affect the mindset of its user.

”Hahahaha,” Layn started to laugh while culling his way forward through the enemy formation. But, in just a few steps, his sense of self was already lost to the blood frenzy.

Right now, the crowds of people all around didn't appear like people to the archmage anymore.

Right now, they were nothing more but bags of the intoxicating energy waiting to be slaughtered and made useful!