"Everyone, heed my command! Charge! Avenge our fallen kin!"
The burly man roared, and every villager rushed at Werther. Clearly, they had no intention of fighting him one-on-one. A fair fight really was a stupid idea anywhere.
Werther had never planned to fight them one-on-one, either. The burly man had some skill, but he was only at a Vice Admiral's level. Alone, he would fall in no time. This was much more interesting.
Lightning Mode. Werther gradually activated his body, then burst forward with ghostlike speed.
Blue light flashed. The villagers at the front were cut in two, and Intent Blood greedily drank their blood before it could even spray out.
The villagers behind them showed not the slightest urge to retreat from the gruesome sight. Instead, their eyes turned bloodred, exactly as Werther had seen in the Forest.
Brutal as they were, Werther was worse. He also noticed something strange: apart from the girl named Milly, everyone had a fist-sized red growth on their chest. He had seen one before.
So when Werther cut down the next native who charged him, he deliberately sliced open the growth on his chest as well.
What fell out surprised him. Inside the growth was a heart the size of a chicken egg.
Yes, a heart. Werther had killed too many people to mistake it for anything else.
Given how savage his fighting style was, he often saw his enemies' hearts fall to the ground.
The slaughter continued. Werther had begun to breathe a little harder, while the burly man was in a wretched state. Werther had severed both his arms and taken a chunk out of his head, yet the middle-aged man still looked full of energy.
Before long, stumps had grown back from his severed arms. The wound to his head