Chapter 185: One-Punch Mage in a War! (2/2)

3: The lesser their causalities, and the higher the death of the association's magicians, the better their rewards.

”What?” Benjamin Wells, a sadist who likes to torture his opponents both mentally and physically before sending them off to the afterlife, said, ”Are you guys so shocked to see an army of thousand strong magicians that cat got your tongue?”

Elliot's eyes landed on him. Standing at the edge of the cliff and in-between many grotesque creatures with horns on each side of their heads, Benjamin Wells arrogantly met his gaze. Elliot was as good as a dead man to him, and he didn't hide his thought.

”A thousand ants can't destroy a mountain even in a thousand years! So what if there are a thousand of you? Do you think I give a fuck when it comes to stomping ants to their miserable deaths?”

Elliot said in a loud voice as he launched his finishing move at Benjamin, giving him two middle fingers.

He was the only one who could fight, yet there were more than a thousand enemies. However, not even a single trace of nervousness was found in his eyes, almost as if he didn't put the cultists of the serpentine devils' organization in his eyes.

A vein popped up in the forehead of Benjamin. Also, the faces of the other serpentine devils contorted. Only a few were able to keep calm at his provocation. They were bewildered. Shouldn't he be begging for his life or turning tail and making a run for it?! How could he so vehemently disgrace them? Had he eaten the guts of a titan?!

”The last words of a fool!”

”Let's kill this son of a bitch!”

”Skin him alive, cut his finger, penetrate his dirty holes with iron poles, and gouge out his eyes. That's the death a bastard like this deserves.”

The demon warriors roared out loud, hurling cusses at Elliot in the same way monks would recite the heart calming sutra.

”Nah, we should give him an ant's death,” Benjamin said, a vicious look flashing across his eyes. ”All of you, pull out the magician-slaying bow and shoot him to death!”

”As you command, Young Cult Lord!”

”Bastard, you're going to die overwhelmingly.”

”Learn to be more humble in your next life!”

”Let's drill a thousand holes in this bastard's body, hahaha!”

While hurling insults at Elliot, who was cleaning his ears with his pinkies, their demonic energy surged out of the tip of their forefinger. It seemed like the veil of night, and it charged into the bone-like bracelet on their wrists. They had decided to bring out weapons of war and use them to kill Elliot overwhelmingly.