The soldiers were thrilled to finally spot someone who did not look quite so formidable.
They charged at Luo together, hoping to take his head back and claim credit.
Luo gave them a casual glance and a soft snort, then murmured, "R-o-o-m."
"Operating room!"
Luo drew Kikoku and swung it freely through the space before him.
A moment later, Luo slowly sheathed Kikoku and walked away as though nothing had happened.
Behind Luo came cries of astonishment, piercing screams, and all manner of shocked exclamations.
The men who had charged at Luo with their blades were now twisted into bizarre shapes.
Some had their heads joined to someone else's, while others had several people's legs attached to a single body.
In short, not a single soldier had emerged unscathed.
Every last one of them had been transformed into something strange.
The sudden change sent them howling as though they had gone mad.
The sight also made the surrounding soldiers instinctively back away.
In their eyes, Luo had become a terrifying man who wielded dark magic!
Now, no one who had witnessed it dared approach Luo, afraid they might end up just as horribly misshapen.
Not far from Luo, however, Hawkins was having a rather different experience.
With a gloomy face like a dead man's, he stood just as motionless.
The soldiers loved attacking people like him.
So a large number of soldiers from the Pudora Kingdom charged toward Hawkins.
Some carried swords, while others carried muskets.
They attacked Hawkins without hesitation.
One soldier brought his blade down, opening a massive gash in Hawkins's shoulder.
Just as the soldier rejoiced at having killed his first enemy, he noticed something wrong.
Not a drop of blood had spurted from the wound in Hawkins's shoulder.
The next moment, not far from that soldier—