Countless monstrosities swarmed toward Ben, trying to block his path. Leading the charge was the sheriff!
To Ben, these irritating creatures were nothing more than flies, and he had no patience for them. His attacks became even more ruthless.
With a single palm strike—
"Bang!"
The air trembled from the impact!
The sheriff's head, along with the upper half of his body, exploded into a mist of blood, scattering flesh everywhere!
Only his legs remained.
What undead resilience? What vulnerability only in the head? None of that mattered to Ben!
At this moment, his Strength attribute had reached 300 points—30 times that of a normal human.
What did that mean?
It meant that ordinary flesh and blood were nothing more than paper before him.
Even a casual strike from Ben could obliterate a monster in an instant.
But there were too many of them. One sheriff was gone, but more monsters surged forward.
Ben had no interest in wasting time on these creatures. His priority was to eliminate the Earl before any unexpected variables arose. If the Earl managed to turn the tide, it could become a problem.
Once the Earl was dealt with, he could return and clean up these pests later.
"Thump!"
The ground cracked beneath his feet as Ben exerted force, launching himself high into the air.
In an instant, he leaped out of the encirclement!
This move proved effective.
By the time he landed again, the monsters were far behind him.
Without looking back, Ben transformed into a thunderbolt, pursuing the Earl, who was fleeing at a shocking speed—like an enhanced cheetah.
In the blink of an eye, both figures disappeared…
Joe Root, Hales, and the others were left stunned.
With Ben no longer in sight, the monsters shifted their bloodthirsty gazes toward Leo and his group.
The sacrificial ritual was still ongoing. If they failed to complete the offering in time and angered the Moon God's Family, they would all perish.
Realizing this, Hales immediately roared, "Prepare for battle!"
Leo shouted decisively, "Hold on a little longer! Ben will be back soon!!"
At his words, everyone's morale surged.
Earlier, despair had gripped their hearts.
But now—
Just thinking about that terrifying yet powerful man filled them with hope.
An Indian man laughed loudly, saying, "Guys, let's hurry up and kill some monsters while we can! Once that man returns, there won't be any left for us!"
… …
A few minutes later—
While fighting the monsters, the group suddenly heard a piercing howl coming from the city.
"Awoo—"
The sound was filled with immense pain and desperation, completely devoid of the imposing aura it once held.
Moments later—
Ben returned from the city and appeared before everyone.
He was carrying something.
In his right hand, he held a massive battle blade, which he had casually picked up from a nearby ironware shop.
And in his left hand—
A severed monster's head.
It was none other than the Earl!
Even with only a head left, the Earl was still alive. Its eerie, unseeable eyes fixated on Ben, as if trying to say something.
But Ben didn't care.
He casually threw the head onto the ground—
And stomped on it.
"Bang!"
The Earl's head shattered like a rotten watermelon, black brain matter spilling everywhere.
This time—
The Earl was completely dead.
Ben received a mission progress prompt, but rather than feeling pleased, he only looked disgusted.
His shoe was dirty.
He rubbed his foot against the ground, but when the stain wouldn't come off, he simply ignored it.
Once he left the spirit realm, his shoes would be clean again.
Then, Ben turned his attention to the remaining monsters.
Raising the battle blade in his right hand, he prepared for a massacre.
After all, fists were not as efficient as blades.
Tonight, he would slaughter every monster in the city!
… …
More than an hour later—
At the city gates, thousands of monsters had been slaughtered!
Blood drenched the streets, and the air reeked of death.
Monsters whose heads were severed were considered lucky. The unlucky ones had been split in half from head to toe by Ben's relentless strikes.
His swordsmanship was unrefined, completely disorderly.
But it didn't matter.
Because he had unmatched strength!
With one swing—
Gods block, kill gods!
The Indian man had been right.
Once Ben started killing, there was no chance for anyone else to get involved.
In just over an hour—
The thousands of monsters at the city gates had been completely wiped out!
Ben, now drenched in blood, radiated an overwhelming aura of death—like a true god of slaughter.
Joe Root, Hales, and the others could only swallow nervously, fearing that Ben might turn his blade on them next.
"Ben!"
Leo suddenly called out, breaking the eerie silence.
Ben snapped out of his battle trance.
"Huh? Leo, are you guys hurt?"
"We're fine! I was more worried about you…"
Ben laughed, "What could possibly happen to me?"
He then lifted his blade again, his bloodlust reigniting.
"Come on, there are still more monsters left in the city. Let's wipe them out!"
"Ben!!"
Leo suddenly shouted loudly.
Ben halted, puzzled. "Leo, what's wrong?"
"You've killed enough! Put down the blade!"
Leo's voice softened, his eyes filled with concern.
He was genuinely afraid that Ben's excessive killing had affected his sanity.
Such cases were not uncommon in the spirit realm.
"Enough?"
Ben looked around—
Blood-soaked corpses littered the ground, and for the first time, he realized just how many creatures he had killed.
Earlier, he had been too lost in the slaughter to notice.
Leo nodded. "Yes! The spirit realm has a reward limit. You've already exceeded it. Killing more won't give you any extra rewards."
He stepped closer.
And gently took the blade from Ben's hand.
Ben looked at Leo's worried face—then smiled.
"Don't worry! Leo, I got a little carried away earlier, but I'm fine now."
Leo didn't believe him at all.
Crazy people never admit something is wrong with them.
… …
Shortly after, the group returned to a nearby tavern to rest.
Not long after they left, two groups of transcendents arrived at the city gates.
Earlier, the chaos had been too intense for them to approach.
But now that the commotion had settled—
They dared to take a look.
The moment they saw the city gates, everyone was horrified.
Deep craters littered the ground.
Blood flowed like a river.
Corpses piled up like mountains.
It was like a scene straight out of hell.
One of them trembled as he spoke, "W-What happened here…?"
This chapter was an additional update for monthly tickets. Sadly, the recommended votes and rewards didn't meet the bonus update requirement… sigh! The author has too many drafts and wants to release more chapters—what should I do?