Joels was proven wrong.
Yes, that's right, it's a literal slap in the face.
Faced with Smith's greatsword, the mental armor that Joels had placed so much hope in shattered very decisively.
The greatsword, forged from the will of the guardian, came into close contact with the face of the dark cultist.
The other dark cultists, surrounded by the homeland guards, could see clearly that their leader, like a spinning top, spun in mid-air before crashing into the rock wall.
He was completely embedded in it; if it weren't for his superhuman physical abilities and the enhancement from dark power, Joels would probably have turned into Joels-chan.
"This level of defense? It's completely useless. I thought it was some kind of speed bump."
As Smith spoke, he grabbed the greatsword and swept it across the other Dark Cultists.
"Boom..."
With the earthen-yellow blade, the weight of the earth seemed to transfer to the Dark Cultists at that moment. They felt their bodies were incredibly heavy, making it difficult to even move normally, let alone dodge.
Just a moment ago, they were able to pick up weapons and confront the homeland guards, but now they have completely lost the ability to resist.
This is just a control skill; the real attack will follow immediately.
"Whoosh..."
The ground shook slightly, and a row of spikes rose up, attacking the unfortunate souls.
It looks similar to an ordinary rock, but it has the aura of the earth on it, and no one would want to try it.
The cultists of darkness felt the chill of death.
"Move! You damn leg, move!"
Although the Dark Cultists wanted to die, they wanted a clean and swift death.
Being pierced by such spikes would likely result in excessive blood loss, internal organ damage, and death after convulsing for a long time—a truly nightmarish experience.
In order to survive, they struggled as much as possible.
Someone strained, their veins bulging, panting heavily, and barely managed to move a centimeter before the spikes arrived.
It couldn't be said to be outstanding, but it was at least futile; however, it certainly created a lot of entertainment value.
"Pfft..."
The spikes pierced through the body from bottom to top, and even when used to block with weapons, the rune-inscribed steel was pierced by the spikes.
The most pitiful person, with his back to the spikes, tried to escape, but the spikes pierced his most vulnerable spot and came out through his mouth.
Its eyes widened, its body convulsed, and it opened its mouth like a fish out of oxygen, trying to say something, but in the end it could only keep spitting out blood and fragments of internal organs.
Their eyes gradually lost their light, and their consciousness began to fade.
What were they thinking before they died? Did they regret joining the Black Order? Did they miss the days in the settlement when there was no need for intrigue? Did they curse Joels, who led them?
The others were unaware of their thoughts, and the last of the dark cultists, nailed there, limply lowered his hands and closed his eyes.
Thus, all the Dark Cult members who were preparing to infiltrate the settlement to carry out sabotage from within and coordinate with their teammates outside were killed, except for Joels.
Only Joels remained, the guy who had just pulled himself out of the rock wall and landed safely.
All the bones in my body were creaking and cracking; I had no idea how many were broken.
"Are you kidding me?!"
When he looked up, he saw that his teammates had been wiped out by Smith in one move, and Joels felt like his world had collapsed.
This development is completely different from what he imagined.
Shouldn't he have obtained the enhanced weapon, taken Smith hostage, and led the Dark Cult to wreak havoc in the crowd, making it impossible for these people to take him down even if they saw through his disguise?
But why is that Smith so strong? He sent him flying with a single, casual strike, which wasn't even a proper move, and also took away his teammates.
He raised his hand and looked at the broken short sword, a look of sudden realization on his face.
"No wonder, it's not that your quality is bad, it's that the monster on the other side is too strong..."
No, it's actually not quite the same as he thought.
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