The Sacrileges was only stunned for a moment before they started attacking again. They knew that it was useless beheading them. They could regenerate back no matter how the enemy cut their bodies. That's why none of them are so worried about getting cut.

Yet, their eyes widened when none of their attacks could hit him. The enemy's figure disappeared astonishingly. He was like a phantom that whenever they tried to cut him his figure vanished without leaving a trace. Then, in a split second, he appeared on their blind spot. And it was too late before they knew it. They were stabbed unceremoniously or cut greedily.

This enemy!

Is a beast!

However,

They were more than that! A pair of arms flew in the air. But the Sacrileges were like a herd of hungry wolves as they furiously attacked him. But just the same as before, the enemy had disappeared once again.

"Ngh!"

Then, another member of Sacrilege was stabbed from the back of his head and pierced to the mouth. Eman kicked the enemy to free his sword. The enemy was cast away and was tossed rolling to the ground.

"I got you! Die!" The woman member of the Sacrilege managed to sneak behind him. But before her long pointed nails could pierce his back, a sudden impact from the right side of her face sent her rolling away. The one who did it was Eman himself. He disappeared in front and reappeared at her back. Then sent a strong kick that hit on her face squarely.

The kick sent her spinning away. When her figure stopped rolling on the ground, a sword pierced her stomach and anchored her on the ground.

The battlefield turned silent, like no battle had taken place. All that left was groaning sounds. And one man was the only person who remained standing.

Not far from him, a person was watching with a dumbfounded expression on her face. Never she imagined witnessing such an unbelievable scene. In just a matter of a few seconds, the enemy was all lying on the ground.

"How was that possible?" Kanna muttered in disbelief. "Is the young commander always this strong?" She asked herself. 

But it was pointless. No stab nor Cut could kill them. They just needed to regenerate. Right, they just needed to regenerate, and all would be back to normal like nothing had happened. It was supposedly what would be going to happen, but. The Sacrileges noticed something unexpected.

"….."

Wait.

Something is not right. Their wounds were yet to regenerate. The woman Sacrilege tried to struggle, but before she knew it, the enemy aimed a weird object at her. The next to happen made her gawked. She expected a strong magical aura to be shot at her, but the thing that came out from the weird object was— water?

She laughed mockingly inside.

But she cried in pain when the water she thought was a normal liquid unexpectedly burned her skin.

"WAAAAAAHHH! Painful!"

Then, it gradually ate her flesh, like an unstoppable plague.

She wailed ear-piercingly which alarmed the others, who are currently watching her slowly turn to ashes.

She wriggled fiercely to free herself from the sword that impaled her, but to no avail. The holy water was unceasingly sprayed on her.

It didn't take long until only the smoke and burn smell remained. Not even her bones were left.

Surprisingly, a soul of malice leaped out from the deceased and tried to bet for the last-ditch. It went directly inside him to attack his soul, trying to take possession of his body. However, instead of attacking his soul, her soul was devoured by his, adding a number to his Soul Collection.

Seeing the ending of one of their comrades, the others felt their life was in danger. Never in their wildest dreams that there comes a day that someone capable of killing them would show up. Now that they think about it, there are only six of them that remained. There are supposedly nine of them who came to join the fun. Since one of them was killed just now, there should be eight of them currently. But why are there only six left?

They glanced around and noticed some burnt marks the same as the woman's remains. They concluded that the same thing happened to those two Sacrileges. Fright finally creeped out on their faces as they stared at the person who slowly glanced at them.

They used to be unbeatable. Therefore, they had never experienced getting afraid. But right now, after witnessing their comrades exterminated, it shocked them. A foreign feeling had started to bud from each of them. It was a kind of feeling when you get anxious about your safety. Right, they started to feel their life was in danger.

No doubt, this kind of feeling was what others called FEAR. Right now, these six unkillable entities for the first time felt their life was at risk.

All was because of this young man in front of them. The young commander of the soldiers!

Soldier Kanna was staring with unblinking eyes and agape. She fought that woman. But none of her attacks were able to hurt her. Whenever she cut that woman, her wounds would be restored immediately.

It was a hopeless situation. Defeating such a creature was like asking her for the impossible to happen. It might be possible if there were holy spell users together with them. But even if there was, it wasn't still a hundred percent certain that they could kill such entities. After all, aside from their abilities to regenerate, their strength was beyond theirs. There was no hope of winning. Soldier Kanna thought while fighting that woman. Her morale plummeted to the bottom pit. It would be fine if there was only one such kind of enemy. But when she glanced around her, she noticed a few more.

Her heart sank. And her hope to survive instantly disappeared. It seemed like heaven was mocking her. No, it was mocking them.

Yet. At this very moment, a young man was standing alone, in front of those she believed were unkillable creatures. Aside from that, he easily killed that woman who gave her so much difficulty. That woman who broke most of her bones in the body was killed easily in just a matter of seconds.

"C-Commander…" with teary eyes, she subconsciously called out his name.

Seeing their comrades died in his hands, the others finally understood that they were unsafe. They scuttled away, to flee from this dangerous individual.

But soon they found their bodies on the ground. 

'What?" Uttered one of them in shock.

The escaping Sacrileges had their lower limbs parted away from their torso. It was pointless escaping away from him inside his range of perception. He could easily enter and exit his Lord's Domain.

Finding themselves in a hopeless situation, they tried to fight for their lives. Yet, the outcome was still the same. They died after a little struggle.

After killing all the demons, Eman smiled in satisfaction. Then he glanced around him. He noticed that aside from him, no one remained standing. His eyes landed on a familiar soldier, who was at the moment staring at him blurringly. It was Soldier Kanna. She looked so weak that it would not be surprising if she fainted any time from now. Well, it was commendable that she remained awake even in her current situation. She looked ghastly, bloodied all over. Her face was as pale as a ghost and the marks of tears were noticeable on her eyes, down to her face.

Weirdly though, her hand was pointing at him. Perhaps she was trying to reach him. But a second later, her hand fell to the ground. Eman assumed she fainted. He glanced around and saw the captains lying in the pool of blood.

Eman sighed. "What a gruesome fate," he whispered.

Then the space in front of him was distorted. "Long time no see, My Lord," greeted the Elder Dark Priest, who kneeled in front of him.

He nodded. "Can you do it?" He asked. 

"Fufu, I've practiced quite long for this spell, and I have made an advancement to such an extent. I could say with certainty that my success rate is 69 percent," Elder Dark Priest replied while puffing his chest.

"....."

Eman stared for a moment before nodding. He wondered if the Elder Priest was fooling him. But he noticed he was serious. "I see, that's a good number…"

"Thank you, My Lord."