There were indeed 150 troops outside the city of Febot. From a distance, there were more than 20 tents surrounded by a simple wooden military camp with a watchtower, a training ground, but no wooden walls.

It was dinner time at this time. With Wayne's eyesight, he could clearly see the smoke from the soldiers' cooking rising in the center of the camp, obviously replenishing their energy in advance for the evening's action.

But these guys don’t know that before they pick up the butcher knife and hurt innocent civilians, a sharper butcher knife will fall on their heads.

After saying goodbye to Francesca, Wayne quietly approached the military camp alone. After a brief discussion, he decided to leave the task of rescuing the refugees to the sorceress. It was also a good opportunity to see how the system's scoring rules were judged. His mission tonight was to completely defeat this army.

After finding a suitable location, Wayne did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, he took out five bottles of potions from his space bracelet as if he was going to carry out a witcher's commission. They were Swallow, Tawny Owl, Wolf, Thunder and Maripo Forest, all of which were strengthening potions that could enhance combat effectiveness.

The last time he attacked the mobs in the town, because time was urgent and the enemy was not strong, he forgot to take drugs, resulting in a lack of satisfaction in the killing.

This time, he had to fight a military camp alone, so he needed to keep himself in full condition to be sure of victory.

However, after drinking five bottles of potion in a row, Wayne suddenly discovered that his mutation level had reached the critical point of full proficiency at level nine. He only needed a little bit of proficiency to break through level nine and enter level ten, thus unlocking new skill expertise.

However, considering his current poison resistance, taking five bottles of potions in a row is almost his limit. If he takes another bottle of potion, it will not only fail to enhance his combat effectiveness, but may even hinder him.

However, how could anyone tolerate the situation where the jackpot is about to be drawn and the fortune is about to be made, but it has to be postponed?

Same with Wayne.

He gritted his teeth and selected a bottle of Lapwing Potion from the witcher's potion, which was the least toxic and could slowly increase the recovery rate of magic power. This was also a potion that stimulated the deformed organs in the body and increased chaos magic. Its effect was much weaker than that of the Tawny Owl, but at the same time, its toxicity was relatively less.

After drinking the lapwing potion in one gulp, the deformed organs in Wayne's body indeed protested, making him feel a little sore all over as if he was electrocuted. Fortunately, the toxicity of this potion was not strong. Although it made Wayne's body feel a little uncomfortable, it did not cause much impact.

And his efforts were not in vain. After drinking the potion, his mutation level finally broke through level nine and reached level ten.

Mutation LV10: Mana recovery speed +100%, poison resistance +10.

Mutation Enhancement: Under the stimulation of chaos magic and potions, your body has adapted to the law of mutation and can better strengthen your body during the mutation process. You have found a shortcut to evolution. Effect: Each time you upgrade, you will gain two additional random attribute points and increase your physical recovery speed by +200%.

Abnormal Enhancement: Under the stimulation of chaos magic and potions, your body has adapted to the law of mutation and found a special route in the process of mutation, which can make your body incomparably enhanced in a short period of time, but at the cost of temporary damage to the body. Effect: After entering the abnormal state, all attributes are enhanced by 300%, and the recovery speed of the body is increased by 3000%. After use, you will be weak for half a month. For every ten minutes of distortion, the weakness time will increase by one day. During the weakness period, the attributes will be reduced.

Wayne was not disappointed by the level 10 skill expertise. Both Mutation Enhancement and Distortion Enhancement were very powerful.

The former can increase two attributes each time you upgrade, which is almost equivalent to increasing the benefits after upgrading by half, and also increases the body's recovery speed a lot.

The latter is even more powerful to an exaggerated degree. After entering the distorted state, all his attributes increase threefold, and his body recovery speed increases thirty times. Considering his physical attributes that are five or six times that of ordinary people, once he enters the distorted state, he is basically an immortal little superman. I am afraid that even broken limbs can be regenerated and a heart that has exploded can be recovered quickly. It is like he has directly transformed into a monster.

The only pity is that this enhancement comes at a price, and the price is not small. The half-month weakness period is quite long. If it explodes for an hour, it will be weak for about twenty days. It cannot be used as a conventional means at all, and can only be a trump card to save lives.

Faced with the choice of these two skill specialties, Wayne chose Distortion Enhancement without any hesitation.

Although the former can increase his potential and make his basic attributes stronger, the latter is a powerful ability that can save his life or even turn the tide when the enemy is strong and he is weak. How can he give it up?

After choosing his skill expertise, Wayne smacked his lips with some dissatisfaction. Suddenly, he felt that the 150 soldiers not far away were no longer interesting.

He looked at his attribute points: Strength 42, Agility 36, Constitution 34, Spirit 36, adding up to a total of one hundred and forty-eight points, not a lot, but not a small amount either.

Although he also wanted to test the power of the distortion ability, he felt that it was a waste to use it against these soldiers.

Wayne sighed with some regret. After the potion was completely digested, he stood up, mobilized the magic power in his body, and directly activated the six-ring spell on the space bracelet. Thunderclouds and lightning descended above the military camp where they were eating from a distance of hundreds of meters.

At this time, the person in charge of the military camp was a noble knight named Witt. He was sitting by the fire, drinking and enjoying the barbecue prepared by his servants. He was thinking about how to tease those stupid inhuman bastards when he went down to execute the massacre order.

For example, how to play with his wife in front of a husband, how to abuse his daughter in front of a father, and how to kill his relatives in front of a child.

Just as he was imagining the happy scene in the near future and taking a sip of red wine with a lewd expression, the servant who was grilling the meat suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted in fear:

"Sir, Sir Witt, look above our heads, what is that?"

His beautiful fantasy was interrupted by the noisy voice of the servant. Witt kicked him irritably, then slowly opened his eyes.

At dusk, the originally dim sky was covered by a dark cloud. A large amount of lightning with dazzling flashes was rolling continuously in the dark cloud.

When Witt's eyes widened, he was wondering why this happened.

Countless lightning bolts thicker than arms struck straight down from the dark clouds in the sky.

These lightning bolts contained extremely powerful energy. If they struck the soldiers, they would burn them and their armor to a crisp. If they struck the tents, it would be like breaking a layer of fuel and quickly igniting the entire tent. Even if they struck the wooden walls, they would directly split the thick logs and cause them to explode.

When the lightning that did not hit the soldiers and tents struck the ground, it was like water droplets splashed on the ground. The lightning surged and the dazzling lightning immediately extended along the wet ground to the nearby soldiers. They were like human lightning rods, absorbing the stray lightning onto their bodies.

In an instant, the entire military camp was filled with the wailing sounds of people being electrocuted, the crackling sounds of burning tents, and the crackling sounds of collapsing buildings.

The six-ring spell, the thundercloud storm, took only two minutes from brewing to ending. When the commander of this military camp, Knight Witt, got up from the ground.

He found that everything in front of him had been turned upside down. His ears were filled with shouts of fear and wails of pain, and all he saw were burning flames and charred corpses on the ground.

In the entire camp, out of the 150 soldiers, almost one third, died in the thunderstorm just now. The iron armors they wore to defend against enemy attacks became the best bait to attract thunder and lightning.

Just as he was cheering up, boosting morale, roaring and gathering the remaining soldiers, and was about to escape from the gate of the barracks.

Suddenly, they saw from afar, on the hillside a hundred meters away, a silver-haired man who was over two meters tall, as strong as a bear, and wearing a hard and heavy black knight armor, carrying a huge red two-handed heavy sword, rushing towards their camp at an unstoppable speed.

Even though the man was wearing metal armor that looked very heavy, his speed of running a hundred meters in less than ten seconds meant that Knight Witt only had time to shout "enemy attack" before he was head-on hit by the silver-haired man.

It was like a galloping train crashing into a meat shield made of flesh and blood. The three soldiers standing in the front were knocked back by Wayne's powerful force. The iron armor on their chests were all dented and shattered, piercing into their chests. The sound of breaking bones and their wailing rang out instantly. Their bodies crashed into the crowd behind them like cannonballs, crushing more soldiers.

After his charge was stopped, Wayne ignored the pain in his shoulder and swung the Sword of Victory in his hand with the help of the momentum. The sharp blade directly split Knight Witt behind the three soldiers in half, along with his armor.

The battlefield seemed to stop for a moment.

The sword energy mixed with blood plasma and minced meat directly splashed towards the soldiers behind the corpses, dyeing their faces, bodies and companions all blood red.

This brutal scene frightened all the surrounding soldiers so much that they lost their minds and fell to the ground, smearing the broken flesh and blood on their faces, and crawled away from the corpse on the ground.

After a successful attack, Wayne did not stop. What matters on the battlefield is to act in one go and follow the trend. If the momentum is interrupted and the enemy cannot be defeated in one go, he will fall into a war of attrition.

He stared at the soldiers who were already frightened by the thunderclouds and storm with cold and fierce eyes, took back the Sword of Promised Victory, grasped the hilt with both hands, and held it horizontally at his waist. A large amount of chaotic magic power flowed into the sword body along the hilt. The originally blood-red sword seemed to have received some order, and immediately emitted a dazzling magical light under the urging of magic power.

Some of the soldiers at the gate of the military camp were frightened, some were confused, and some, inspired by their courage, were trying to call their companions to attack Wayne together.

However, Wayne was too fast. In less than five seconds, after he killed Knight Witt, the commander in the barracks, he immediately retracted his sword and activated the hidden power of the Sword of Promised Victory.

"Go to hell, you bastards!"

Accompanied by Wayne's deafening roar, the Sword of Promise and Victory, which was originally about 1.3 meters long, immediately turned into a huge lightsaber about ten meters long under the blessing of magical light.

A ray of light suddenly appeared as if it cut through the darkness. As Wayne swung his hands, the huge sword light slashed across quickly. Anything that stood in the way of the sword light, whether it was the wooden military camp gate, the stones standing on the ground, or the soldiers in armor, were all split into two and cut in half by this dazzling sword light.

With Wayne as the center, all the enemies in the semicircle of more than ten meters in front of him were killed instantly, cut in half. At least twenty or thirty soldiers died under this dazzling sword light.

When the sword light of the Sword of Promise of Victory went out, Wayne, who had already killed dozens of people in an instant, had no mercy at all. He waved his right hand lightly, and immediately turned one into seven, activating the mirror spell. Seven powerful mirror clones, also holding giant swords, appeared around his body.

Wayne looked at the soldiers who had been frightened and demoralized by his continuous killings with cold eyes, and said to his clone: ​​"I will guard the gate, you go in and fight, leaving one or two alive, and kill everyone else."

After he finished speaking, the huge red sword in his hand turned into a red light and instantly chopped off the head of a soldier who wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

And those mirror clones that received Wayne's orders were all magical creations without any mercy. With his order, they all turned into the most ruthless and terrifying killing machines, and started a cold-blooded killing in this military camp.

Blood, flames, body parts, charred corpses, accompanied by begging for mercy and painful wails. In less than ten minutes, only two people were left alive in this small military camp.

They were carried to Wayne by the mirror clones like chickens and thrown into a quagmire made of corpses and blood.

Looking at these two young soldiers whose eyes were full of fear and who were almost frightened to faint, Wayne's expression was cold and his voice was like ice, making them shiver uncontrollably.

"I'm leaving you two here just to leave a message."

"Tell your superiors that the one who killed these soldiers was me, Dante!"

"A mercenary who specializes in killing evildoers and dealing with injustice."

"From now on, I will often appear in the Kingdom of Kovind, no matter if they are nobles, soldiers, civilians, or even your King Henselt."

"Any scum who commits evil and harms innocent people, I will use my sword and my magic to turn them into cold corpses."

(End of this chapter)