"What a tragedy... Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway. I'd better send you on your way. That counts as a good deed, right?" With that, Solam raised the divine artifact, the Flail of Ages, and charged at those half-human, half-demon monsters.
Faced with Solam's charge, the monsters had no intention of standing still and letting him smash them. One after another, they suddenly threw back their heads and howled. Their bodies then contracted and stretched, transforming their originally bulging muscles into lean, elongated frames. After a few flickers, they vanished into thin air.
Solam froze for a moment. He had never encountered this kind of enemy before. They could actually channel their strength into agility.
"Huh, that's possible?"
After becoming leaner, they became unbelievably fast, nearly invisible to the naked eye. Solam's dynamic vision had always been excellent, yet even he could not catch all of their movements in time. He estimated that each of them had at least around 28 Agility.
Solam was a spellcaster and knight; agility had never been his strong suit. Keeping up with their speed was nothing but a pipe dream. No wonder they had dared to fight him despite knowing how formidable the flail in his hand was. They had clearly planned to defeat him with speed. It was a sound idea, too. The Flail of Ages was indeed powerful—one hit from it meant death or crippling injury. But that was only if Solam could hit them!
Fortunately, Solam was a spellcaster. He had plenty of ways to deal with speed-based opponents!
While Solam was still stunned, six crimson afterimages attacked several vital points on his body.
Solam tilted his head and revealed a cruel smile. If these bastards had kept their distance and harassed him from the outskirts, taking