A vampire duke, whose strength was comparable to that of Archduke Charles, spread his wings and charged into the sky.
Deep down, I felt a sense of joy, as if I had survived a catastrophe.
I feel so light, there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.
"What the hell is yelling about here? I thought it was a speed bump."
It heard El's voice, still so indifferent, but for some reason, it seemed to sense some strange desire.
Before it could even comprehend it, it felt its wings detach from its body, its magic affected, and it lost control of the magic.
The vampire grand duke's plane crashed.
"Another vampire. I wonder what you smell like, and how you compare to your kind?"
It was the only survivor, and was sealed away by El using magical power.
As El continued his pursuit of the other demons, the vampire duke noticed the longing in El's eyes.
"He wants to eat us?!"
I can't understand it, I can't accept it, why does this newborn hero look so strange?
The battle, or rather a simple chase where it fled and he pursued, with it unable to escape, lasted for less than a minute.
For El, the demons present were indeed like speed bumps, basically unable to stop his actions.
Although El didn't know why the Holy Sword didn't have any other power, its sheer sharpness was enough for him to kill one enemy with a single strike.
For the demons, what happened in less than a minute was roughly like this:
I encountered a newly emerged hero with extraordinary physical abilities and monstrous magic, whom I could not defeat even with all my might.
"It's over. A bumper harvest."
The last headless knight was meticulously chopped into mincemeat by El's three swords, marking the complete failure of this demon race's hunt for heroes.
A hero's hunt? No problem, it is indeed a hero's hunt, this hero's hunt for monsters.
These monsters either transformed into Louis XVI, leaving everyone bewildered, or they became a former prime minister, possessing a magnanimous heart; of course, some were also cut in half or vertically.
El held the holy sword, unstained by a single drop of blood, in his left hand and returned to the spot where the Balrog's corpse had been, beginning to deal with his spoils.
At this moment, the onlookers and the adventurers who wanted to draw their swords finally came to their senses.
They weren't afraid at all; the hero used a series of killing techniques to wipe out all the monsters.
They were overjoyed with this result.
"So exciting! So exciting! To see such a powerful figure, it's definitely worth dying for!"
"Croak! That's powerful!"
"This is truly eye-opening! Absolutely eye-opening!"
Almost everyone turned into a bloodthirsty spectator, cheering for El, the newly born hero.
Even those adventurers who failed to draw their swords, or who prepared to draw their swords but never had the chance, admired El's performance.
"This strength is powerful, incredibly powerful!"
Of course, there are people who think that as long as they get the Holy Sword, they can do it too, but given the current situation, they can only hide their resentment and regret in their hearts.
"What a pity! If I had gotten the Holy Sword, I definitely would have performed better than him!"
(Mysterious voice-over: Really? I don't believe it.)
On the stands, the king and the court magician were still in a state of confusion.
"No, is this hero really that strong?"
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