Splash~
The Pyromaniac, who had no time to dodge, had his throat slit by the painting paper.
He tilted his head to look at Cyril, opened his mouth and spat out bloody foam, let out a few wheezing sounds, and then completely stopped breathing.
After confirming that the opponent no longer had any breath of life, Cyril finally approached, dragged his corpse back into the depths of the alley, and teleported back to his temporary lodging along with the charred corpse.
Shortly after he left, several tall figures wearing thick cotton coats, carrying broadswords, and bringing firearms with them appeared here.
They followed the marks on the ground all the way to the end of the alley, seeing the marks on the surrounding walls and ground that had been slashed by sharp blades, scorched by flames, and smashed by great force into "web"-like patterns.
The leading man, who carried a broadsword, had dark skin and a height exceeding 2.2 meters, frowned as he glanced around and then said in a deep voice, "At least three, most likely more Beyonders engaged in a chaotic battle."
"It's been less than a minute since the battle ended. To be able to take away so many corpses out of thin air, the final victor possesses teleportation or storage-type Beyonder abilities."
Beside him, a black-haired woman of around thirty years of age, wearing men's-clothing-like attire and a height close to 1.8 meters, frowned and said, "Could it be that painter, Randolph Carter, who just arrived in Nas?"
"He is powerful enough, and he possesses the means of teleportation and flashing."
The leading man shook his head slightly, "He signed a contract with Archbishop Igrov, so logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to actively kill people in the Gargas Archipelago."
"Perhaps, these people set their sights